LMY: 【Exactly the same as what I saw online.】
Wen Zhiyu’s fur stood on end.
It was exactly what she feared.
She didn’t have Li Moyuan as a friend, which was terrifying.
Little Fairy: 【Brother, I’m sorry, I was being lazy. I also saw the photo online. We bought the same bag. Wait a moment, I’ll take a photo and send it over right away.】
Wen Zhiyu dutifully tore open the package—who told her to be so diligent that she’d already packed everything up.
She knelt on the white carpet, holding the bag in her arms, carefully adjusting the angle to make sure her face wouldn’t show, then pressed the shutter button.
The final photo revealed a fair palm and part of her thigh.
After a quick beautifying filter, she sent it over.
Little Fairy: 【Brother, I’ll be the anti-counterfeit mark, sent only to you alone.】
Just then, another online romance partner messaged her, asking what she was doing.
Wen Zhiyu casually forwarded it to them.
She became a busy customer service rep again, and her reply speed to Li Moyuan unconsciously slowed down.
He didn’t say anything, and Wen Zhiyu didn’t notice.
Li Moyuan, whose profile picture was the back of a man, suddenly went offline.
Wen Zhiyu didn’t feel the slightest disappointment. Instead, she was happy because she didn’t have to deal with one more person.
Her fingers were sore from typing.
How nice it would have been for the original owner to invest that time in herself instead of entertaining men.
She might as well get a customer service job and earn money that belonged to her.
Ten minutes later, the offline Li Moyuan sent a message.
【Who are you chatting with?】
A sudden resurrection was the scariest thing.
Wen Zhiyu unconsciously held her breath, forgetting her instincts, as if that would stop Li Moyuan from discovering her.
She double-checked her status—yes, she was invisible. Totally safe.
She let out a breath and continued replying to her other chat partners.
LMY: 【I’m SVIP. I can see everyone’s status.】
Wen Zhiyu bit her innocent lower lip and flailed her little arms in frustration.
She hated rich people, and hated even more that she wasn’t one.
No wonder Li Moyuan knew.
How was she supposed to explain this time?
She switched her status to online mode.
Little Fairy: 【Brother, what a coincidence! I came up to see if you were online, and I didn’t expect you to actually be online.】
Kitty cat spinning happily in circles.
Li Moyuan’s sharp gaze landed on the screen, and soon his fingers were tapping on it.
Clearly, Wen Zhiyu’s playful banter wasn’t going to get her out of this one.
Little Fairy: 【Brother, did you go offline?】
A voice call came through.
Wen Zhiyu’s finger paused for a moment, then she chose to accept.
It was just a voice call, after all. No big deal.
“Brother?”
Her voice was soft and gentle, exactly as cute as Li Moyuan had imagined.
“If I treated you like a fish in my pond, how would you feel?”
A deep, slightly cold voice drilled into Wen Zhiyu’s eardrums.
Actually, you already are one.
“I’d be honored.”
Wen Zhiyu didn’t realize she’d blurted out her true thoughts.
“What did you say?”
Li Moyuan’s face instantly darkened, his voice seeming to squeeze through clenched teeth.
He hated those women who flocked around him, most of them after his money.
Those who gathered because of money would also leave because of money.
What he wanted was someone to walk through life with.
A friend of his had found true love on the app, which was why he’d resorted to this absurd method of searching for it.
In this life, whether rich or poor, everyone was just looking for someone to stay by their side.
He’d thought Wen Zhiyu might be an exception, but it seemed he’d misjudged her.
“No, brother.”
Wen Zhiyu let out a “hiss” and bit her tongue in regret, the pain making her cry out.
She definitely couldn’t anger her big creditor.
She seemed to have found a way to break up peacefully.
“Brother, meeting and parting are all natural. If you find someone you truly love, I’ll wish you well.”
Her tongue was injured, so her voice came out a bit slurred.
“Um… brother, if you break up with me, do I need to pay the money back?”
Wen Zhiyu’s curled lashes trembled like butterfly wings in flight.
Her round eyes looked especially innocent as she waited for Li Moyuan’s answer.
“What do you think?”
His voice was deeper than before.
Wen Zhiyu swallowed, her throat dry.
Why was Li Moyuan giving her such an ambiguous answer?
If she didn’t have to pay it back, she’d suddenly lose a big creditor.
“Brother has always been generous with me. I believe you won’t.”
“Heh.”
Li Moyuan let out a cold laugh. “You can try.”
Try and die.
Wen Zhiyu didn’t dare try.
The male lead of the book, as the head of the Li family, commanded a vast business empire and managed millions of people—how could he possibly be someone easy to mess with?
“Wuwuwu, brother doesn’t like me anymore? I’m so sad.”
“Do you know what my favorite drink is? It’s ‘forever with you.'”
Corny pick-up lines rolled off her tongue effortlessly.
“Alright.”
Li Moyuan’s voice instantly softened.
“Huh?”
He’d caught Wen Zhiyu completely off guard.
“Forever with you.”
Wen Zhiyu was stunned.
A proper domineering CEO actually liked corny pick-up lines.
“I can overlook your past mistakes, but the people you need to delete must be deleted.”
Li Moyuan’s tone carried an unyielding command: “If there’s a next time, you’ll bear the consequences.”
“There won’t be a next time, I can swear to that.”
Wen Zhiyu held up four fingers, “If there is a next time, punish me by making me rich, skinny, and beautiful overnight.”
Li Moyuan raised his hand to rub his brow, pressing his fingertips against his sore temples.
He operated on his phone screen, and a red envelope of 520,000 yuan came through.
Wen Zhiyu felt a pang of heartache, biting her lip to hold back tears.
A red envelope she could see but not accept—how powerless she was.
“Brother, I really can’t take it. I’m not with you for your money.”
“I know.”
Even after the call ended, Li Moyuan’s magnetic voice still echoed in Wen Zhiyu’s mind.
Her big creditor watched her too closely; she couldn’t secretly keep other fish on the line, so she could only juggle her other online romance targets while chatting with him.
Li Moyuan was definitely at the top of the list, and Wen Zhiyu had pinned his messages for that reason.
With the bags mostly sold, Wen Zhiyu decided to look for other part-time work.
Sitting idle and eating through her savings wouldn’t do.
Joining a part-time job group on Xiaohongshu, Wen Zhiyu searched for work she could do.
She happened to spot a notice recruiting service staff for a banquet—twenty people needed, with female applicants required to be at least 160 cm tall.
Wen Zhiyu, just meeting the minimum requirement, immediately signed up.
The organizer registered her name and laid out some requirements.
Don’t say what shouldn’t be said, don’t ask what shouldn’t be asked, don’t take what shouldn’t be taken.
Wen Zhiyu agreed to all of it.
The next day, Wen Zhiyu followed the team leader to the gates of the Wen family villa.
Her round eyes suddenly filled with tears, and only when they fell did Wen Zhiyu realize it.
It was probably the original owner’s emotions stirring within her.
Having lived in the villa for over twenty years, she was intimately familiar with every inch of the place.
Unfortunately, aside from carrying the surname Wen in her name, she now had no connection to the Wen family whatsoever.
She tugged at the team leader’s sleeve with her small hand: “Is the part-time job at the Wen family’s place?”