A heavy rain swept through Nan City last night, dispelling the early summer’s restlessness.
Early in the morning, Wen Ruqiao rushed to her best friend Song Qingqing’s house. Wrapped in a soft, thin blanket, she slurped noodles noisily, with faint, ambiguous red marks visible on her delicate collarbone.
Song Qingqing raised her voice: “What? You got drunk and took advantage of Fu Yuchuan again?!”
Wen Ruqiao paused her slurping, looking fierce yet adorable: “How is that my fault? Yes, I was drunk. Yes, I went into the wrong room. But who told him to set his door lock password the same as mine? Who told him not to push me out? He’s the careless one, he lacks moral integrity, he’s the one with issues!”
Anyway, no matter what, it wasn’t her fault!
Song Qingqing teased: “You two are married. It would be weird if he pushed you out, right? Don’t worry, girl, sleeping with your own husband isn’t shameful.”
Wen Ruqiao’s ears turned slightly red, her voice tinged with subtle embarrassment: “How many times do I have to explain? We just impulsively exchanged vows in a church abroad. It has no legal effect! Besides, I even left him a card as compensation!”
That was one of her cards for collecting patent royalties, with loads and loads of money.
Song Qingqing’s eyes widened in shock, and she smacked Wen Ruqiao on the back of the head: “Wow, you even abandoned him after taking advantage? Girl, that’s Fu Yuchuan, the film emperor!”
Wen Ruqiao retorted confidently: “So what if he’s a film emperor? Don’t interrupt my noodles.”
Besides, when she met Fu Yuchuan abroad, how did that scoundrel introduce himself?
—Well, I’m just an ordinary person.
Pfft!
Men’s words are nothing but lies.
Seeing her friend’s carefree attitude, Song Qingqing couldn’t help but gossip: “Is Fu Yuchuan… not good in bed?”
Wen Ruqiao suddenly lost her appetite for the noodles, her memories dragged back to some fragmented scenes from last night…
Darkness, heavy rain, flashes of lightning, dim yellow night lights, entangled shadows, and that deep, seductive voice praised by the entertainment industry as unmatched even by top-tier CVs:
“Xiao Qiao, focus.”
…
Wen Ruqiao shivered, ignoring the lingering ache in her waist, stubbornly insisting: “He’s just average.”
Song Qingqing tickled her: “Come on, give me the details, preferably the uncut version with all the specifics… hehe, hehehe…”
Perhaps there was too much chili in the noodles, as Wen Ruqiao’s pale pink lips took on a flushed, alluring hue, and upon closer inspection, they even seemed slightly swollen. Flustered and annoyed, she changed the subject: “Don’t you think it’s absurd? I just bought a new place, and my neighbor across the hall is him! How unlucky!”
Song Qingqing, who loved shipping couples, brightened up at this: “You mean your husband… ahem, Fu Yuchuan, bought the place across from you on purpose?”
Wen Ruqiao didn’t hesitate: “Impossible.”
“But you just said his door lock password is the same as yours. Isn’t your password your birthday, 0707?”
“Maybe his birthday is the same as mine.”
“…Don’t tell me you don’t even know Fu Yuchuan’s birthday?”
A flicker of guilt flashed in Wen Ruqiao’s round, clear eyes: “He never told me, so how would I know?”
Song Qingqing quickly looked up Fu Yuchuan’s birthday and instantly covered her mouth in excitement.
“Fu Yuchuan’s birthday is in late October! He’s a Scorpio, the most cunning sign! A perfect match for a Cancer girl like you! Ahhh, I’m shipping it, I’m shipping it! You’re his destined one!”
Unlike Song Qingqing, who had been obsessed with romance novels and idol dramas since childhood and was a hopeless romantic, Wen Ruqiao was a straight-as-an-arrow tomboy.
While Song Qingqing was grinning like a proud matchmaker, Wen Ruqiao was still busy stuffing her face: “I’m his dad.”
Song Qingqing poked her head in frustration: “Funny girls don’t get love!”
After fooling around for a while, Song Qingqing couldn’t help but worry for Wen Ruqiao: “What are you going to do then? You can’t just not go home, right?”
Wen Ruqiao remained optimistic: “It’s fine, he can’t get in touch with me anyway.”
The next moment, her phone buzzed twice, and the screen clearly displayed 【AAA Hubby】.
Song Qingqing wiggled her eyebrows teasingly: “Ooh~~ hubby, huh”
Wen Ruqiao: “…”
Her face stung with embarrassment.
She suddenly remembered that last night, it seemed like she had been crying and begging for mercy, and then Fu Yuchuan leisurely made her save his number. He even lightly kissed her earlobe and chuckled lazily: “Qiaoqiao is so obedient.”
And then they…
Ugh, ugh, ugh!
Wen Ruqiao steadied herself and opened the message.
【AAA Hubby】: [Image]
【AAA Hubby】: Yours?
Wen Ruqiao suddenly had a bad feeling.
She tapped lightly to enlarge the image.
A thin, delicate piece of white fabric adorned with a few small cherries stood out starkly against the cool, restrained dark bedsheet.
That… that was the underwear she couldn’t find in her hurry to escape…
Wen Ruqiao: …!!
How can I silently assassinate this damn man? Asking for a friend, it’s urgent!!