Wen Zhiyu was frantic, desperately trying to retract the message.
Just when it mattered most, her phone chose to lag behind—the cursor jumping all over the place before auto-typing a line of text.
Wen Zhiyu didn’t dare move a muscle.
After about a minute of silence, the screen showed that the other party was typing.
LMY: 【?】
LMY: 【A girl should protect herself. Some messages shouldn’t be sent.】
Wen Zhiyu’s heart sank like a stone, and she banged her head against the wall.
Little Fairy: 【What if I said I did it on purpose? Would you believe me?】
That damned autocorrect had dropped the word “not,” completely changing the meaning.
So tired. Let the world burn.
Little Fairy: 【Go to sleep.】
This time the words came out right, but there was still a certain ambiguity—as if she were inviting Li Moyuan to sleep together.
He sent a voice call request. His voice came through the receiver, deeper and clearer than usual, carrying a faint electric texture that brushed against her eardrum.
“Have you been kidnapped?”
Other than that, Li Moyuan couldn’t think of another reason.
What a cold joke. Wen Zhiyu shuddered.
“No, my phone’s autocorrect is acting up. I’m not inviting you to sleep together.”
Li Moyuan responded coolly: “I’ll buy you a new phone.”
Wen Zhiyu’s heart leaped, but she couldn’t accept.
The phone was far too expensive.
The debt would just get added to her bill, and she’d owe more and more.
Li Moyuan didn’t press the matter.
He was curious what other thunderous messages he might receive next time.
They exchanged goodnights, and Wen Zhiyu closed her eyes.
Before falling asleep, she prayed that when she woke up tomorrow, her phone would be back to normal.
She hoped Qiao Nianxi would wake up and clear up the truth.
Her thoughts drifted further and further, until she finally drifted into sweet dreams, clutching the fantasy of becoming a billionaire.
The next day, she did receive a piece of good news.
The team leader transferred her 400 yuan.
Wen Zhiyu rubbed her eyes, thinking it was her imagination.
After what had happened, she hadn’t dared to contact the team leader again. She hurriedly asked what he meant.
“You don’t want your wages?”
“I do, of course I do.”
Wen Zhiyu happily accepted the red packet.
She was someone who’d earned money now.
Looking at the transfer, she found Li Moyuan to share her joy.
Little Fairy: 【Let me buy you the first milk tea of spring.】
With a grand flourish, she transferred 30 yuan.
Li Moyuan stared at the “30” on his screen for a long time, his mood complicated.
Then he transferred 100,000 yuan over.
LMY: 【I’ll cover all your milk tea this spring.】
Only the young master of the capital’s top family could be so lavish.
Provocation. Pure, naked provocation.
Wen Zhiyu transferred again.
If he transferred 30,000, she’d transfer 300,000—slap him right in the face.
Until her bank card alerted her of insufficient funds, and she finally snapped back to reality. She couldn’t even scrape together 3,000.
Little Fairy: 【Brother, this is my heartfelt gesture—the first money I’ve earned from a part-time job. It means so much to me. You must accept it.】
Li Moyuan tapped to accept the transfer.
LMY: 【Don’t push yourself too hard. Tell me if you’re short on money.】
Wen Zhiyu sent a cute cat meme.
Little Fairy: 【Brother, what kind of woman do you hate the most?】
Now that she’d earned money, Wen Zhiyu was full of confidence.
She would work hard to earn money, then part ways with Li Moyuan peacefully.
LMY: 【?】
Little Fairy: 【I just want to learn from your answer, so I don’t end up annoying you.】
LMY: 【Clingy ones.】
Wen Zhiyu didn’t understand.
LMY: 【Annoying ones.】
Wen Zhiyu curled her lips, an idea forming.
She’d found her way out.
If Li Moyuan couldn’t stand her, he’d naturally be the one to call it quits.
Little Fairy: 【Got it. I’ll definitely be clingy.】
LMY: 【?】
Little Fairy: 【Stupid autocorrect. I meant I won’t be clingy.】
Wen Zhiyu let out a villainous cackle. But with her soft, adorable looks, she didn’t resemble a big bad villain at all—she was just plain cute.
Around noon, Wen Zhiyu went out to find food.
From a distance, she saw a crowd gathered, and she could faintly hear cat meowing.
Curious, she walked over.
It was the auntie who’d helped her pick vegetables that day, along with a fat orange tabby.
“Can anyone take in this poor orange cat? I found it outside—who knows how long it’s been wandering.”
The orange tabby was filthy, its chubby face listless, who knew how long it had gone without food.
“I can’t keep it—I have kids at home.”
“I already have a cat.”
“I don’t have time for pets.”
Someone asked Li Mei why she didn’t take it in herself.
“My young master has a cleanliness obsession and is allergic to cat fur.”
“Big Orange!”
Wen Zhiyu stared for a moment, then recognized a familiar cat.
That round, chubby figure—who else could it be but Big Orange?
Big Orange lifted its head, spotted Wen Zhiyu, and its blue eyes lit up.
Then it padded over with elegant steps, weaving back and forth around her feet.
“Little miss, this is your cat?”
Li Mei recognized Wen Zhiyu too, pleasantly surprised.
Wen Zhiyu crouched down, pulling out a tissue to wipe the dirt off Big Orange.
“He’s not exactly mine, but I know where his owner is.”
“Perfect, then you take him home and look after him.”
Li Mei enthusiastically stuffed the cat carrier she’d prepared, along with pet food and other supplies, into Wen Zhiyu’s hands.
“I can’t…”
Big Orange let out a pitiful meow, and Wen Zhiyu swallowed back her refusal.
It seemed like she was the only one who could take Big Orange back.
The thought of continuing to have contact with the Wen family made Wen Zhiyu’s scalp tingle, and she let out a small sigh.
Maybe it was because the heavens had noticed she was feeling a bit smug after making money, so they’d found her a way to spend it.
She picked up Big Orange, and Li Mei helped carry the pet supplies as the two of them went upstairs together.
When they pressed the elevator button, it was surprising enough to learn that Wen Zhiyu lived on the same floor as her.
Standing together in front of Wen Zhiyu’s door, Li Mei couldn’t help but laugh.
“Little miss, what a coincidence, I live right across from you.”
“Sister, what a coincidence indeed.”
“Little miss, don’t call me sister, it’s embarrassing. I’m much older than you—just call me auntie.”
Wen Zhiyu had a sweet tongue and a pretty face, and Li Mei took an immediate liking to her.
“Okay.”
The two of them worked together to bathe Big Orange.
Big Orange’s fur was wet, and when it shook itself, water splashed all over both of them.
“Bad cat.”
Wen Zhiyu gave it a light smack on the butt.
“Meow.”
She pondered how to get Big Orange back home.
Her phone screen showed an incoming call from Wen Jingming.
Wen Zhiyu was startled.
She still hadn’t received any news about Qiao Nianxi, and she didn’t know if Wen Jingming was calling to confront her.
She hesitated for too long and missed the first call.
When the second one came through, she chose to answer.
“Come downstairs. I’m at the entrance of Haiyun Xinju.”
The upscale apartment complex had strict security, and without Wen Zhiyu’s consent, Wen Jingming couldn’t get in.
Even dropping the name of the Wen family’s eldest young master didn’t work.
Big Orange let out a weak meow, and Wen Jingming keenly caught the sound.
“You have a cat?”
He urged Wen Zhiyu to come downstairs quickly.
Wen Zhiyu swallowed hard, gripping her phone nervously.
“Brother, I didn’t push Qiao Nianxi into the water. I’m innocent.”