Li Mei didn’t want to see a fresh flower stuck in a pile of cow dung, and she certainly didn’t want to see Wen Zhiyu get deceived.
“Mhm, I saw it. Auntie, do you want to take a look?”
Wen Zhiyu didn’t treat Li Mei as an outsider.
Her fair fingers were washing vegetables, dotted with droplets of water.
“He’s really handsome.”
Wen Zhiyu remarked.
Li Mei pursed her lips. “No matter how handsome he is, he can’t be as handsome as my young master. In the capital, if my young master ranks second, no one dares to rank first.”
She didn’t look at the man’s photo.
Wen Zhiyu didn’t take her words to heart either.
Li Mei was judging her employer through the eyes of family, colored by too much personal bias—just like how a mother always thinks her own son is the most handsome.
“Auntie, I don’t need to look. My online boyfriend is the most handsome.”
“Fine, whenever you’re free, get them together and have a contest.”
Without Li Moyuan’s permission, casually sharing his photo wasn’t appropriate.
Besides, the Li family’s status was too prominent—exposing it casually wouldn’t be wise. Li Mei didn’t insist further.
Wen Zhiyu smiled sweetly.
Li Moyuan would never do something so boring.
Just as Li Mei was about to leave, Li Moyuan called with a voice message.
Wen Zhiyu swiped the screen to answer.
She had sent him quite a few messages, strictly fulfilling her “clingy girlfriend” routine.
This time, Li Moyuan didn’t reply message by message—he directly called her.
“How’s the job search going? Need any help?”
As Li Mei closed the door, she heard the voice coming from the phone in the distance and froze in place.
That man’s voice sounded so much like the young master’s.
The wind blew the door shut with a bang.
Li Mei snapped back to reality and shook her head gently.
It definitely couldn’t be the young master.
The young master didn’t like being around girls—otherwise, the madam wouldn’t be so worried sick about him.
“No need. I’m an all-capable little fairy.”
Wen Zhiyu’s nose twitched. She really had no confidence—after all, she was a young lady raised in luxury who had never worked a day in her life.
“Alright. If you need help, just tell me. I have some connections in the capital.”
As the big shot of the capital’s elite circle and the head of the Li family, “some” connections? It was actually a lot.
Under Li Moyuan’s reassurance, she gradually felt less nervous.
To strictly maintain her “clingy” persona, Wen Zhiyu held her phone and kept chatting with Li Moyuan.
After an hour of talking, her mouth went dry, and she picked up her cup to gulp down some water.
Li Moyuan didn’t stop her. What was going on?
“President Li, dinner is ready.”
Another person’s voice came through the speaker.
“You haven’t eaten yet? Am I holding you up from your meal?”
Wen Zhiyu bit her lower lip, feeling a little guilty.
She had already digested her food by now.
“No.”
Wen Zhiyu urged Li Moyuan to go eat quickly—she needed a break.
“Alright. After I eat, I’ll find you.”
Wen Zhiyu wanted to flip the table.
Apparently, her clinginess wasn’t enough. Time to crank it up.
So after he finished eating, the two continued chatting.
Until the sound of running water came from the other end. Wen Zhiyu’s entire body stiffened, and her face flushed bright red.
It couldn’t be what she was thinking, right?
“Are you…”
Wen Zhiyu’s ears turned as red as a boiled shrimp. She couldn’t bring herself to ask—it was too awkward.
“I’m taking a shower.”
“Bathing? I thought you were bathing.”
“Mhm?”
“BATHING!!”
A scene appeared before her eyes—a mist-filled bathroom, a shadowy figure moving within, water droplets sliding down skin…
Then she hung up with a “click.”
Why would Li Moyuan keep her on the phone while he was showering?
Her phone, overloaded from the extended use, was burning hot, battery nearly depleted—the top right corner showed 1%.
Even if she hadn’t hung up, the phone would have shut down on its own.
Inside the bathroom, Li Moyuan looked at the suddenly disconnected call and let out a soft chuckle. He didn’t call back.
His black hair was half-damp, a few strands casually falling across his forehead. He wore dark gray pinstriped pajamas—a simple style, yet he made it look like high-end luxury.
After blow-drying his hair, he sent Wen Zhiyu a message.
LMY: 【Embarrassed?】
When Wen Zhiyu saw it, her cheeks burned again.
She bit her lip and demanded to know why he sent messages while showering.
LMY: 【You said that someone who cares about you would reply even in the middle of a shower.】
Wen Zhiyu remembered—she had indeed sent that.
But wait, Li Moyuan cared about her?
Something felt off. She needed to think about it… and then she successfully fell asleep.
The next day, early in the morning, she had a quick breakfast, said goodbye to Li Mei, and left for her interview.
Her hair was tied in a high ponytail, and she wore a tweed Chanel-style suit. It wasn’t very professional—still too sweet.
The first place was an educational institution. The interviewer thought she had come to learn piano.
“Can you work overtime?”
Wen Zhiyu wailed inwardly—she hated overtime the most.
But for money, she’d push through.
“Yes, I can.”
The interviewer glanced at her expression.
This young girl was clearly too sheltered at home—every emotion was written all over her face, and there wasn’t a trace of willingness in it.
“What about working overtime for a whole week straight?”
Wen Zhiyu really couldn’t maintain her expression anymore. In the end, she got the reply: “Go home and wait for our notice.”
She continued going to interviews, and the results were all more or less the same.
Another day of coming back empty-handed.
Summing up her interview experience: the companies were bad, and she was good.
Back home, she collapsed onto the sofa and began to bombard Li Moyuan with messages.
Little Fairy: [Interviews didn’t go well, so tired.]
Little Fairy: [Why does every place require overtime? I hate overtime, and I hate unpaid overtime even more.]
Little Fairy: [Pop quiz—are you chatting with other women right now?]
Followed by a string of angry emojis.
Li Moyuan was probably busy and didn’t reply.
Wen Zhiyu angrily fired off dozens of resumes.
Before bed that night, Li Moyuan replied—he’d been stuck in meetings.
LMY: [I own a music restaurant. Customers request songs there. I’ll put in a word—you can just go and start working.]
LMY: [Transfer of 600,000 yuan.]
Note attached: Thanks for the hard work interviewing.
Wen Zhiyu didn’t want to reply—after all, Li Moyuan had ignored her for so long.
But when she saw his message, she bolted upright.
That would be walking straight into the lion’s den—working at the male lead’s company. If the male lead found out, she’d be dead meat, losing her job on top of losing her love.
Men could be replaced, but a good job lost would haunt her for life.
Besides, the person he was hiring was Qiao Nianxi, and there was no way Qiao Nianxi would apply for that job.
Little Fairy: [No need, I can manage.]
Little Fairy: [Rich bro, sending 600k in one go?]
So sour. Wen Zhiyu bit her lip—she wished she were rich too.
The transfer was retracted, and Li Moyuan sent sixty yuan instead, telling her to buy some milk tea.
Wen Zhiyu couldn’t find a reason to refuse, so she accepted it.
LMY: [Once you find a job, I’ll give you a reward.]
Little Fairy: [Okay.]
Just then, she spotted an online ad from a trendy internet-famous restaurant hiring a pianist, with decent pay.
After customers placed orders, she could earn commissions.
It probably wouldn’t be that coincidental—surely it wasn’t the same restaurant Li Moyuan had mentioned.
She searched for the restaurant’s info, and Li Moyuan wasn’t among the shareholders. Wen Zhiyu felt relieved.
After sending in her information, she quickly received an interview invitation.
The interview was held directly at the restaurant’s piano. The interviewer asked Wen Zhiyu to play a wedding piece.
The soothing sound of the piano flowed gently through the air.
In a corner of the restaurant, Qiao Nianxi set down her fork.
“Brother, it’s Zhizhi.”