He didn’t believe in such coincidences.
Li Mei thought it over carefully and also felt she might have misseen it. The delivery rider had passed by too quickly—it might not have been the Li family’s insulated lunch box.
Li Moyuan’s fingertips tapped on the screen, unhurried: [Do you live in Haiyun Xinju?]
Without having met, it wasn’t appropriate to pry into someone’s privacy first.
He withdrew the message. Wen Zhiyu didn’t see it.
“Son, I heard you’re seeing someone. When will you bring her home to meet us?” Gu Lin called.
“I’m at work. I’ll hang up now.”
Gu Lin was annoyed: “Work, work. You might as well marry your work.”
A man should marry when of age, and a woman should wed when of age.
Her son had no clue about romance at all, which drove Gu Lin, his mother, frantic with worry.
She often watched short dramas at home and was well-versed in such matters.
Her son happened to have a close buddy he got along with well.
Gu Lin remembered that kid Lu Chen. He was prettier than a little girl and sometimes stayed overnight at their house, which had startled her.
“Fine.” Li Moyuan, like a machine, actually agreed.
Gu Lin’s chest heaved violently. She pressed her hand to her chest to steady her breath.
“The youngest daughter of the Wen family has been discharged from the hospital, and they’re holding a welcome banquet. Will you come back to attend?”
There would be plenty of young ladies at the banquet—perfect for introducing to her son.
“I’m on a business trip. I don’t have time.”
Li Moyuan had some impression of the youngest Wen daughter. She was exquisitely beautiful, like carved jade, but her temperament wasn’t very likable.
At around five years old, she’d ordered the little boy following her to get down on all fours and serve as her horse.
She was so adorable that not only did the boys not refuse, they actually got into a fight over who got to go first.
Li Moyuan let out an extremely faint cold snort. He would never be that spineless.
Who knew that when she spotted him, she’d point her tender little finger at him and graciously allow him to be first in line.
Li Moyuan turned and left, with the sound of a little girl crying behind him.
The sound seemed to travel through space to the present. Li Moyuan pinched the bridge of his nose.
“When was she hospitalized?”
At the mention of this, Gu Lin had plenty to say.
She shared the gossip she’d heard with Li Moyuan.
On the other end of the line, there was silence for a long moment.
Li Moyuan thought of that little tyrant, wondering which man she could command now.
Suddenly falling from a wealthy heiress to an ordinary person—most people couldn’t handle that psychological gap.
In any case, it had nothing to do with him. Li Moyuan withdrew his attention.
After finishing her meal, Wen Zhiyu cleaned up the insulated lunch box.
Things were different now; everything had to be saved.
The room was a mess. In the three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment, one room served as the master bedroom, but the other two weren’t idle either.
They held her designer handbags and high-end clothes.
There wasn’t even a place to sit on the sofa.
A thought struck Wen Zhiyu—she decided to sell her bags to pay off her debts.
After organizing everything, she posted a clearance sale on her Moments.
Looking at the trendy, fashionable bags, she felt a pang of heartache, then took better photos and posted them.
“Zhiyu, you’ve fallen this far?”
“Zhiyu, are you joking?”
Wen Zhiyu ignored the sneers in the comments and quoted prices to interested friends.
In the past, she was the pampered eldest daughter of the Wen family, surrounded by a group of fair-weather sisters. Those who needed to be cut off should be cut off.
“How much is this bag with the cat pattern?” Li Manzhu, the eldest daughter of the Li family, left a comment.
Wen Zhiyu gripped her phone tightly.
Li Manzhu was Li Moyuan’s younger sister. Her bags were only more expensive than Wen Zhiyu’s. She didn’t understand why Li Manzhu would come to inquire.
Could this news reach Li Moyuan’s ears?
After a moment, Wen Zhiyu made up her mind.
Anyway, Li Moyuan didn’t know that the person having an online romance with him behind the scenes was her. Making money was what mattered.
“Original price 588,000. Rock-bottom price 288,000.”
Wen Zhiyu’s fingers reluctantly traced over the cat head on the bag. It hurt so much.
Li Manzhu didn’t reply again.
Others came to inquire, and Wen Zhiyu was busy communicating with them.
She’d just closed a deal and was beaming with joy.
A call came in. Wen Zhiyu assumed it was a bag buyer and asked where to ship the item.
“Wen Zhiyu, what trick are you pulling now?”
A cold, sharp male voice came through the receiver. Wen Zhiyu looked at the screen, which showed the note “Wen Jingming”—her eldest brother.
Her former eldest brother.
“Brother, I’m just dealing with some odds and ends.”
Facing him, a wave of indescribable sourness surged in Wen Zhiyu’s nose. She didn’t know if it was the original owner’s reaction.
Wen Jingming had doted on his little sister to the bone. If she wanted stars, he’d give her an expensive star bracelet.
If Wen Zhiyu hadn’t done those terrible things to Qiao Nianxi, Wen Jingming would have treated her the same as before.
“Nianxi was just discharged from the hospital because of you. The family is preparing a welcome banquet for Nianxi, and you want to use this to express your dissatisfaction. Wen Zhiyu, don’t go too far.”
Without waiting for Wen Zhiyu to explain, Wen Jingming had already figured it out himself.
“Brother, I didn’t. I truly know I was wrong. I’ll never hurt Nianxi again.”
Qiao Nianxi was the protagonist of the book. Going against the author’s darling daughter was asking for death.
Wen Jingming didn’t believe her. He told her to delete the Moments post and hung up in anger.
“Brother, I really didn’t.”
Wen Zhiyu composed a new message and sent it.
When she left the Wen family, she took quite a few bags and clothes with her. Keeping them around just took up space—might as well put them to good use.
Wen Zhiyu didn’t delete her Moments posts and continued selling items.
Li Manzhu ran out of money and turned to Li Moyuan for help, forwarding Wen Zhiyu’s Moments post to him along the way.
“Dearest, most wonderful big brother in the whole wide world, can you do your little sister a tiny favor? Just 588,000 yuan to bring your sister’s happiness home.”
She was never one to sit still. Seeing that Li Moyuan hadn’t replied, she started spamming him with messages.
“Brother, have pity on your poor little sister.”
A barrage of crying emojis followed.
Li Moyuan’s phone screen lit up. He picked it up with his slender, well-defined fingers.
Seeing the familiar form of address, his first thought was of the little fairy.
“Allowance already spent again?”
“Brother, you’re amazing!”
Li Moyuan rubbed his brow and transferred 600,000 yuan.
Li Manzhu tossed out a quick “Thanks, bro!” and then got in touch with Wen Zhiyu to coordinate.
Back and forth, she netted over 300,000 yuan from the deal.
Li Moyuan scrolled through the messages and noticed Wen Zhiyu’s post.
The little tyrant had fallen so low she had to sell her bags to pay off debts.
The same bag—the little fairy had owned one.
Back then, she’d sent him a link, expressing how much she wanted it.
What left a deep impression on Li Moyuan was the cat pattern on it.
Almost every item the little fairy owned had a cat motif. She really loved cats.
She was just as adorable as he’d imagined her to be, but the photo painted a very different picture—there was a jarring disconnect.
The person in the photo had a colder, more aloof aura, with a hint of stubbornness in her eyes.
LMY: [Did you like the bag I bought you last time?]
Wen Zhiyu was happily packing orders when she saw his message.
Maybe it was her guilty conscience, but the whole thing felt off.
Did Li Moyuan find out?
Wen Zhiyu acted as if nothing had happened and continued messaging Li Moyuan.
Little Fairy: [Brother, I love it. Thank you for buying me the bag.]
LMY: [Got a photo?]
Wen Zhiyu still had the photos she’d taken for the bag sale saved on her phone. She casually sent one over.
Li Moyuan’s slender fingers tapped open the photo. It matched the one on the post his sister had forwarded. He paused for a moment, then dropped a bombshell.