Li Moyuan pushed it away disinterestedly, waiting for news from his fairy girl.
“This girl is way prettier than your online romance target.”
Seeing that Li Moyuan was completely unmoved, Lu Chen snatched his phone without warning.
“Let me have a go at this basement-dwelling brute.”
Then he directly initiated a video call.
Three months of online romance, over a million in transfers, and they’d never video-called.
If the other party wasn’t a scammer, then his name was written backwards.
“Give it back.”
Li Moyuan’s expression turned cold as he spoke in a low voice.
Lu Chen dodged around in fright but didn’t give up.
When the video call on the phone ended, he redialed.
On the other side of the screen, Wen Zhiyu was jumping around in a panic. It wasn’t that she hadn’t seen Li Moyuan’s messages—she just didn’t know how to reply.
Could Li Moyuan have used his connections to investigate her workplace?
Shiguang Li wasn’t bad. She hadn’t found any red flags so far and didn’t want to switch jobs casually.
When the phone finally went quiet, she remembered she could breathe again.
The phone returned to Li Moyuan’s hands, and Lu Chen kept his distance.
“The other party doesn’t dare answer a video call—clearly guilty about something.”
Li Moyuan explained the situation to Wen Zhiyu.
[Sorry, that was just a friend’s prank.]
After sending the message, his dark eyes narrowed, radiating undisguised killing intent.
“She’s sent me photos, we’ve had voice calls, and I’ve seen her cat. I’m certain she’s not a man.”
“Fine, if you don’t believe me, I can prove it to you.”
During that time, Lu Chen had memorized Wen Zhiyu’s account.
He decided to register his own account and have a go at Wen Zhiyu himself.
“Don’t do anything reckless.”
Li Moyuan leaned back, took a sip of his coffee, and warned Lu Chen.
“Jealous? You can have an online romance too.”
“Me, jealous, of you? My romantic prospects aren’t fewer than yours, you know.”
Lu Chen flipped his hair.
“Yes, not just women—men too.”
Li Moyuan’s words were sharp.
What could he do? Lu Chen was androgynous and the most popular.
“Your mouth is so venomous, be careful you don’t poison yourself.”
At this point, Lu Chen actually felt sympathy for the basement-dwelling brute behind the screen.
He didn’t stay long, leaving early to go register an account, find the fairy girl, and greet her.
Wen Zhiyu saw a reply from a stranger and ignored it completely.
She’d just resolved one online romance and lightened her burden—no need to add another one.
She tapped open Li Moyuan’s chat window.
Fairy Girl: [No wonder.]
Fairy Girl: [I won’t tell you the restaurant name anymore. Once I earn some money, I’ll treat you to milk tea.]
LMY: [What do you want to drink?]
Fairy Girl: [Triple berry yogurt smoothie.]
Wen Zhiyu recalled the taste of the milk tea and started drooling.
LMY: [Wait.]
Fairy Girl: [Don’t tell me it’s what I’m thinking—did you order milk tea for me?]
LMY: [Yes.]
Li Moyuan didn’t want to give Wen Zhiyu a chance to refuse.
Fairy Girl: [Why didn’t you say so earlier! I have a coupon that would’ve saved a few bucks.]
LMY: [..]
He didn’t know when it started, but the fairy girl had become much more frugal with her spending.
He didn’t want to see her worry about money, but she refused to accept large red envelopes.
Half an hour later, Wen Zhiyu was spinning around happily with a milk tea bag and a small cake in hand.
Li Mei came over to cook and reminded her to drink less milk tea so she’d still have room for dinner.
“Auntie, let me help you cook.”
Wen Zhiyu said goodbye to Li Moyuan and went over to help.
The big orange cat ran over to Li Mei, rubbing against her calves, its stomach rumbling with purrs.
Li Mei crouched down and stroked its golden fur.
“Oh, little one, you came running back.”
“Auntie, Da Ju likes you.”
Li Mei chuckled. “Da Ju, I like you too.”
Noticing cat hair on her clothes, she couldn’t help but think of Li Moyuan’s situation.
“Isn’t my young master allergic to cat fur? Well, today he asked me what methods I use to manage it.”
“Why manage it? Just stay away from cats—otherwise it’s pretty harmful.”
Wen Zhiyu helped pick vegetables.
“Let me tell you, but don’t let it slip. The young master has someone he likes. I figure the person he likes has a cat, so he’s overcoming the hardship in advance.”
Wen Zhiyu was silent for a moment.
“He’s pretty devoted.”
Da Ju had been spoiled by the original owner and was a bit picky about food.
Li Mei fed it fish, but it wouldn’t eat.
“Auntie, don’t worry about it. When it gets hungry, it’ll eat on its own.”
Li Mei thought cat food lacked nutrition, so she picked Da Ju up onto her lap and fed it with a small spoon, like feeding a child.
Each time she made it open its mouth wide, Da Ju tried the new flavor, licked its lips, and stopped resisting.
Wen Zhiyu watched in amazement and praised Li Mei for her skill.
“When my young master was little, he was picky about food and ran fast. This is how I fed him.”
Wen Zhiyu imagined a little boy being picky about food and couldn’t help but laugh.
“By the way, Zhizhi, do you drive to work?”
Wen Zhiyu shook her head and took a small sip of the corn and pork rib soup—it was so fresh it nearly made her tongue fall off.
“I take the bus.”
“The bus isn’t punctual, though. Is there a subway near your company?”
There was a subway near Shiguang Li, but the subway fare was too expensive—a one-way trip cost as much as Wen Zhiyu’s entire day of bus fare.
“Then it’s more convenient to buy an electric scooter—when it runs out of power, you just charge it.”
“I don’t know how to ride one.”
Wen Zhiyu’s cheeks flushed.
In the Wen household, she always had someone to drive her around; she never had to worry about transportation.
“It’s simple. Sit on it, twist the throttle, and it goes. You can buy a used one—cheap, a few hundred yuan is enough.”
The price really wasn’t expensive.
Wen Zhiyu didn’t think about buying a vehicle for now. She lifted her head from her bowl.
“Auntie, what do you ride to get around?”
“A Mercedes.”
“What?”
Wen Zhiyu’s voice trembled along with her words.
“Strayed into the heavenly home, urged to set down the sand in hand~”
“Auntie, let me cling to your leg.”
Wen Zhiyu hugged Li Mei’s arm, and the big orange cat meowed along with her.
Li Mei burst out laughing. “It’s the car the young master arranged for me.”
“When your young master comes back, I’ll cling to his leg.”
So they really were rich—even the housekeeper had a dedicated car for getting around.
She really shouldn’t have moved into this luxury apartment.
Others probably wouldn’t guess that living here, she couldn’t scrape together ten thousand yuan in total.
Wen Zhiyu shared her favorite corn and pork rib soup with Li Moyuan.
The two started a voice call.
“Auntie’s cooking is the best in the world. Especially this soup—so fresh.”
“When we meet, I’ll give it a try.”
“No need, really.”
Then, Wen Zhiyu quickly retracted the photo above.
She lightly slapped her own mouth with her hand.
Stupid mouth, making you talk nonsense.
“Pathetic.” Li Moyuan didn’t think much of it, assuming Wen Zhiyu just didn’t want to share.
The big orange cat meowed beside her.
Wen Zhiyu rubbed its little head, then heard a cat’s meow from elsewhere—not belonging to the big orange.
“Huh, did a cat come into the house?”
She got up and searched around the room.
Li Moyuan sneezed. “No, I raised a cat.”
The direct way to face fear is to confront it, so he had Wei Jiang find a cat.
Black and white in color, it pounced on him the moment it arrived, as if it could sense Li Moyuan’s aversion.
“Brother, aren’t you allergic? What were you thinking?”