She had never slept on such a soft bed, and with nothing weighing on her mind, Zhang Fan slept until she naturally woke up.
So this was what it felt like to wake up naturally—so comfortable, so blissful.
She smiled as she opened her eyes, casually reaching for her phone on the pillow and swiping it open.
[Ding! Reward: A Jolin-style purple long wig! Stored in the Item Warehouse!]
[Ding! Reward: A flower from Changsha’s Flower Grandpa! Stored in the Item Warehouse!]
[Ding! Reward: An Angry Patrick Star keychain! Stored in the Item Warehouse!]
[Ding! Reward: A Wu Bai-style dacron jacket! Stored in the Item Warehouse!]
[Ding! Reward: A set of Chinese-style women’s clothing! Stored in the Item Warehouse!]
“This one’s it!”
Zhang Fan happily moved the women’s clothing out of the Spatial Warehouse and held it up to look—it was exactly the same as the one in the video.
Pure silk fabric, with a crescent-white top embroidered with auspicious cloud patterns.
The lower half was a black satin horse-face skirt, with beaded tassels hanging at the waist—very lively.
This black-and-white outfit was cool to wear, simple, and elegant.
It had the beauty of Chinese style without being overly complicated or hindering movement.
After changing into the clothes, she looked at herself in the mirror and was very satisfied.
She playfully raised an eyebrow, then took out the purple wig. It looked like it was made from real hair—very natural.
She secretly put it on and looked at herself in the mirror again, feeling like her skin tone had brightened by three shades.
So the saying “There are no ugly women, only lazy women” was true—with a little dressing up, she could be beautiful too.
But this waist-length purple hair was far too eye-catching; she didn’t have that kind of confidence.
She picked up her phone, took a few pretty photos, and uploaded them to the platform, set to visible only to herself.
She took off the wig, tidied up a bit, and went downstairs for breakfast.
The elevator doors opened—empty.
She felt a faint sense of disappointment. How strange, what was she expecting?
Halfway down, the doors opened, and a group of elegant middle-aged women came in, looking like a tour group.
Zhang Fan was forced to retreat to the back, pressed against the elevator wall.
The women chatted and laughed, chattering all the way to the restaurant as well.
Looking across the entire dining hall, everyone had company—only she was alone.
She was used to it.
After a quiet breakfast, Zhang Fan enjoyed a plain yet fulfilling morning.
She took a slow walk in the hotel gym, then went to the spa for an aromatherapy massage.
It was her first time experiencing a massage, and she felt a bit shy, but once it was done, her whole body felt wonderfully relaxed.
Around early afternoon, it suddenly started drizzling.
Zhang Fan leaned against the hotel windowsill, watching the rain fall in a fine drizzle outside, thinking that Ye Xueyan probably wouldn’t come, right?
Just then, a knock sounded at the door. She peered through the peephole—it was Ye Xueyan.
“It’s raining, and you still came?”
“What’s a little rain? Even if knives were falling from the sky, I’d still come—we made a promise!”
Ye Xueyan raised an eyebrow and tilted his head: “Let’s go!”
“Okay!” Zhang Fan casually grabbed a canvas bag and put her phone inside.
“You look great today—your complexion is good, and you seem prettier!”
“Really? Thanks!”
Zhang Fan smiled shyly and followed Ye Xueyan downstairs.
“It’s raining now, so getting around won’t be too convenient, right?”
“No worries, I have a car!”
“You actually have a car?”
“I’m an adult—what’s so strange about having a car?”
Ye Xueyan walked briskly ahead. Watching his retreating figure, Zhang Fan suddenly realized something:
Earlier, when she’d overheard him on the phone with his mother, casually asking for two hundred thousand and having the money transferred immediately, she should have guessed that Ye Xueyan came from a well-off family.
There were so many rich people in the world—why couldn’t there be one more of her?
Oh, right. She’d forgotten—she would soon be rich herself.
Zhang Fan smiled faintly and followed, only to be blocked by a woman who suddenly cut across her path.
Neither of them managed to stop in time. Zhang Fan shoved the woman away, stumbling back a few steps herself, while the woman fell to the ground.
“I’m sorry—you came at me so suddenly, I didn’t see you!”
“Didn’t see me? You did that on purpose!”
The woman struggled to her feet, glaring at her. “You look like such an honest, plain sort, but it turns out you love stealing other people’s boyfriends!”
The accusation came out of nowhere, leaving Zhang Fan completely baffled.
“Ma’am, you’ve got the wrong person. Do we even know each other?”
“Who are you calling ma’am? I’m only twenty-five!”
The woman’s focus inexplicably shifted, leaving Zhang Fan speechless.
“But we’re only twenty-two!”
Ye Xueyan doubled back, stepping in front of Zhang Fan with a mischievous grin on his face.
“If not ‘ma’am,’ should we call you ‘little sister’?”
“You—!”
The woman was furious. She paused, reminding herself she wasn’t here to trade barbs. “Hmph, I can’t believe it. You pick up a new man every day—with skills like that, you could start a livestream and teach a course!”
“Are you out of your mind? What did I ever do to you?”
Zhang Fan looked exasperated, staring at the woman again and again. She looked vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t place where she’d seen her before.
“Playing dumb with me?”
The woman sneered and pulled out her phone, tapping open a video—the one where Zhou Wenzong, in order to make Jiang Manning apologize, had claimed Zhang Fan was his girlfriend.
“I remember now! You’re the actress Zhou Wenzong dumped over a hairpin!”
Zhang Fan’s eyes went wide. She felt the two of them were truly a match made in heaven—both of them had a few screws loose.
“He’s the one who played you. Go argue with him! Why are you blocking me? Can’t you see he was just using me as an excuse?”
“If not you, then who am I supposed to block?”
The woman didn’t believe a word about “using her as an excuse.” “The day he saw you, he broke up with me out of nowhere, without even a reason. The next day, he said you were his girlfriend. You expect me to believe there’s nothing going on between you two?”
Ha. Believe it or not, I don’t care!
“I think whatever problems you two have, you should work them out between yourselves.”
Zhang Fan tried to reason with her patiently. “You’re a public figure. If someone caught this on camera and put it online, it wouldn’t look good for you, would it?”
“I’m the official girlfriend, and you’re the mistress. I’m not the one who should be scared!”
With that, she stepped forward and swung her arm, ready to slap Zhang Fan across the face.
“Haven’t you had enough?”
Ye Xueyan grabbed the woman’s arm and shoved her back to the ground:
“With the way you’re carrying on like a shrew, any man would dump you!”
“Are you her lapdog? You’re still defending a woman like her?”
The woman pointed at Ye Xueyan in disbelief, a look of sudden realization dawning on her face. “Don’t tell me you two planned this—she seduces Zhou Wenzong, swindles his money, and uses it to keep you as her boy toy?”
Well, she was an actress after all. Quite the imagination.
Ye Xueyan was rendered speechless by her: “I’m a kept man?”
He laughed helplessly: “Ye Jinyan is my father, Huo Qiaoxing is my mother. My monthly allowance has no cap. Tell me, who could afford to keep a man like me?”
The woman froze on the spot. Wasn’t Ye Jinyan the chairman of the Ye Group, ranked in the top ten on the rich list?
Didn’t that mean the guy she’d called a “simp” was actually a super-rich second-generation heir?