Wen Fufu felt somewhat dejected and lowered her head. “How do you want me to take responsibility?”
Song Jingting snapped his fingers. Wu Gang appeared from some unknown corner, holding an extra document in his hand.
“Sign this document,” Song Jingting said.
Wu Gang solemnly placed the document in front of Wen Fufu and stepped aside. Wen Fufu suspiciously picked it up. It was filled with dense clauses, three full pages long. She did not dare sign it.
“What kind of document is this?”
“It’s the contract for you taking responsibility for me. As Party B, you’d better read it carefully. Contracts exist to protect my personal rights from being violated. Otherwise, if you suddenly regret it someday, wouldn’t I lose both the person and the money?” Song Jingting’s gaze seemed to imply: Try running away and see what happens.
Wen Fufu flipped through the document. The further she read, the wider her eyes became. Her chest rose and fell faster and faster as she trembled with anger.
She truly wanted to slap the document onto the man’s face. What kind of clauses were these? They were practically selling-herself clauses. If someone said these were marital clauses, anyone would believe it—eating together, sleeping together, living together. It was obviously him taking advantage of her!
“I’m not signing it. You’re clearly trying to trick me. I won’t fall for it,” Wen Fufu said angrily.
“Then I’ll have to contact Lawyer Zhang,” Song Jingting said. He did not force her and leisurely picked up his phone.
Wen Fufu perked up her ears as she heard the phone dialing. When the call connected and someone on the other end said hello, she could not sit still any longer. She jumped up, ran over, snatched the phone from his hand, and hung it up.
Closing her eyes, she steeled herself and said, “Fine, I’ll sign it. But I have two conditions.”
“Go ahead. If I can satisfy them, I definitely will.”
“First, if you ever fall in love with someone in the future, you must let me and the child go. Second, the photos you took must all be destroyed.”
She had not forgotten the female lead of this world. In the future, the male lead would definitely end up with the female lead. For the sake of her child, she would sacrifice a bit of dignity if she had to. In any case, she had no plans of marrying anyone in the future.
A glint flashed through Song Jingting’s eyes. “I agree. Sign it.”
Wen Fufu returned the phone to him and resigned herself to signing her name on the document. Now that the die was cast, she could only take things one step at a time.
Song Jingting picked up the signed contract and signed his own name on the empty space on the other side.
“Two copies. This one is yours.”
Wen Fufu did not want to keep this unequal contract at all. She simply folded it carelessly and stuffed it into her pocket.
“The photos?” Wen Fufu reached out her hand to ask for them.
“Let me tell you the truth. As for the photos, the only one I had has already been given to you.”
At that time, Song Jingting himself did not know why he had suddenly felt the urge to take that photo. It was completely unlike his usual style.
Now, it seemed he had found the answer.
“You tricked me?” Wen Fufu shouted.
“I never lie.”
That night, Wen Fufu squatted at the entrance of her house, staring at the large, round moon in the sky. She glared angrily at the relaxed man inside the house.
“When are you leaving?”
It was already dark and he still was not leaving. Was he planning to stay at her house?
“I have nowhere to stay,” Song Jingting said.
“If you drive from here to the county, it’s only half an hour. There are plenty of hotels there. How could you have nowhere to stay?” Wen Fufu kindly pointed out a solution.
“I’m a germaphobe.”
Wen Fufu choked on her words. Pouting angrily, she poked the ground with a stick.
“According to Clause 58 of the contract, when Party A is in difficulty, Party B must provide help unconditionally. So, I’ll have to trouble you.”
Wen Fufu was so shocked that she dropped the stick in her hand. It fell to the ground and rolled a few times. She hurriedly pulled out the contract and checked.
Clause 58… it was really there!
Wen Fufu lowered her head, her shoulders drooping like wilted ears. Since she had signed the contract, she would have to fulfill it—even if she had to do it on her knees.
“Actually, there’s another way for me not to stay here,” Song Jingting said, curling his lips slightly.
Wen Fufu’s eyes lit up immediately. She quickly asked, “What way?”
“I only stay in presidential suites. You understand,” Song Jingting said, giving her a meaningful look.
Wen Fufu’s eyes dimmed.
Wasn’t that just making things difficult for her? This small place did not even have a five-star hotel. How could there possibly be a presidential suite?
Wen Fufu sighed and resigned herself to cleaning up the spare room.
Song Jingting understood what she was about to do and said from behind her, “No need for you to clean it.”
Then he called, “Wu Gang.”
“Coming, Young Master!” Wu Gang entered from the doorway carrying big and small bags. He warmly said to Wen Fufu, “Miss Wen, where’s the spare room? I’ll clean it up.”
Wen Fufu stiffly pointed to the room at the end of the house.
These people… had they come prepared?
For a moment, she felt as if she had been tricked.
“You’ll leave tomorrow, right?” Wen Fufu asked Song Jingting.
“We’ll see,” Song Jingting replied.
Wen Fufu had a feeling that this man definitely would not leave tomorrow.
Irritated, she returned to her room. Out of sight, out of mind. If Shen Xiulan came over, the lie she had painstakingly made up would immediately fall apart.
The next morning, Wen Fufu walked out of the bathroom with messy hair, yawning.
When she entered the living room, the sight before her made her stop in her tracks.
Song Jingting was wearing a white sports outfit, holding a cup of coffee while reading a newspaper with his head lowered.
The air was filled with the rich aroma of coffee.
Compared to yesterday, when he had been dressed in a refined suit, wearing sportswear made him seem gentler and less cold, making him easier to approach.
Song Jingting sensed someone nearby and lifted his eyes from the newspaper. Seeing Wen Fufu staring at him in a daze, he raised an eyebrow.
“You’re up?”
His voice instantly snapped Wen Fufu out of her trance. She coughed awkwardly.
“Where did you get the coffee and the newspaper?” She remembered that Taohua Village definitely did not have such things.
“I had someone deliver them overnight.”
Wen Fufu thought about it and felt that made sense.
After all, money could do anything.
Just then, two familiar voices came from the doorway.
Wen Fufu inwardly cried out in alarm. The thing she had worried about half the night yesterday had finally arrived.
Without thinking, she rushed over to Song Jingting. Grabbing his arm, she pulled him up from the chair.
“You need to hide in the room right now!”
Seeing the anxious expression on her face, Song Jingting lowered his gaze to the hand clutching his arm and calmly asked, “Reason?”
“There’s no time to explain. Just go into the room first. Hurry!” Wen Fufu said as she pushed him forward.
Song Jingting allowed himself to be pushed along. He had already roughly guessed the reason.
She wanted him to hide from whoever was coming.
Wen Fufu was panicking and had no time to think. She randomly shoved Song Jingting into the nearest room, pushed him inside, and slammed the door shut with a bang.
Just at that moment, Shen Xiulan and Xiao Tingting entered the house.
Looking at the tightly closed door, Song Jingting calmly rubbed his nose. Then he turned around—
—and met a pair of big, watery eyes staring at him.