Ji Rou hesitated, then spoke to Wu Xiaomei with an awkward tone. “Xiaomei… well, you know I have a boyfriend. To avoid making him suspicious, I deleted all those other guys’ contact information.”
“What?!” Wu Xiaomei’s voice shot up as she stared at Ji Rou in disbelief. Of all times, she chose now to delete them?
For a moment, Wu Xiaomei suspected Ji Rou was deliberately going against her. But knowing how obedient Ji Rou used to be, she couldn’t quite believe Ji Rou had the guts to lie to her.
“You really deleted them? I don’t believe you!”
She immediately reached for Ji Rou’s phone to check—but Ji Rou wasn’t about to let that happen.
Not only was her phone a private item, but even if it weren’t, she wouldn’t allow someone to snatch her belongings like that.
“Xiaomei, that’s enough! Don’t you consider me your friend? You don’t even trust what I say. If that’s the case, maybe I shouldn’t have a friend like you at all!”
Wu Xiaomei froze, staring at Ji Rou in shock. This was the same Ji Rou who used to obey her every word?
This bitch… Wu Xiaomei cursed inwardly. She had never truly seen Ji Rou as a friend anyway. And now, just from a simple question, Ji Rou was ready to turn against her? If Ji Rou didn’t still have some value, Wu Xiaomei wouldn’t even bother pretending to be her friend.
“Ji Rou, I just had a bad day, that’s why I lost my temper. If you really don’t have the contacts, then forget it,” Wu Xiaomei said through gritted teeth.
Right now, her priority was suppressing the scandal from today. If she couldn’t reach Bai Shao, there were still those other rich young men who had pursued Ji Rou. She refused to believe none of them would help.
With that in mind, Wu Xiaomei’s attitude suddenly shifted. She began fawning over Ji Rou, as if she hadn’t just exploded in anger moments ago.
Ji Rou found it odd. She had expected Wu Xiaomei to keep pressing the issue, but instead, she dropped it so quickly. There was no way she had simply given up—she was definitely scheming something.
“Ji Rou, do you remember Young Master Zhou?”
That playboy?
He had pursued the original Ji Rou before, but at the time, she had her eyes set on Bai Shao and ignored him.
Now that Wu Xiaomei brought him up, it was obvious she had some ulterior motive.
“Yeah, I remember. Why do you ask?”
“Ji Rou, since Bai Shao doesn’t like you, why not switch targets? Young Master Zhou is great—handsome and rich. If you win him over, you could become a wealthy wife.”
Ji Rou almost laughed. Wu Xiaomei really had the nerve to say that. This Young Master Zhou and Bai Shao were cut from the same cloth—both notorious for toying with innocent girls and discarding them afterward.
Recommending him now clearly wasn’t out of goodwill.
“If he’s so great, why don’t you go after him yourself? Then you’d be the one marrying into a rich family.”
If I could, would it even be your turn? Wu Xiaomei fumed internally. She couldn’t understand why all those rich men seemed blind, all chasing after Ji Rou, a gold digger.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Looking at Ji Rou’s flawless face, she had the urge to scratch it.
But for the sake of her plan, she forced herself to endure it.
Ji Rou almost found it amusing. The jealousy in Wu Xiaomei’s eyes was so obvious that even a fool could see it—yet the original Ji Rou had always believed this poisonous woman was her true friend.
“Ji Rou, didn’t you say Bai Shao likes me? Then I’ll go after him, and you go after Young Master Zhou. We’ll both marry into wealthy families.”
Ji Rou had only said that casually before, yet Wu Xiaomei actually believed it. It seemed Bai Shao hadn’t told her the truth—otherwise, she wouldn’t be acting like this.
“Well, since you put it that way, I can give it a try,” Ji Rou said lightly. “But whether it works out or not, I can’t guarantee.”
After all, she wasn’t the original Ji Rou—she had no intention of seducing anyone.
“It’ll definitely work!” Wu Xiaomei said eagerly.
“I’ll go find Young Master Zhou now and tell him you like him. Then I’ll arrange for you two to have dinner together—things will naturally fall into place.”
That way, the scandalous photos about her would surely be suppressed.
Ji Rou lowered her head as if shy. “Then thank you, Xiaomei.”
I’ll be sure to give him a truly “unforgettable” meeting.
Wu Xiaomei didn’t catch the sarcasm at all. She simply assumed Ji Rou was being bashful and felt a flash of disdain—if she was going to chase money, why pretend to be shy?
After repeatedly praising Young Master Zhou and seeing Ji Rou show interest, Wu Xiaomei was delighted. She hurried off to find him.
Watching her retreating figure, a faint glint flashed through Ji Rou’s eyes—gone as quickly as it appeared.