“What a coincidence—Wanwan’s birthday is on the same day as our A Zui’s. In the future, the young couple can celebrate their birthdays together.”
“Yes, it really is a coincidence, just four years apart.”
Jiang Wanting: “?!”
That coincidental? She knew Shen Zui’s birthday, but she never expected the original owner to share the same birthday as Shen Zui.
Everyone chatted while eating, covering all possible topics. The two families skillfully avoided mentioning Shen Zui’s career in the entertainment industry.
Shen Zui glanced at his wristwatch. “Sorry, I have something to attend to and must leave now.”
“Ah, A Zui.” Mrs. Shen stood up to ask further.
After Shen Zui left, Jiang Wanting inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief. Damn it, why was her idol so different from what was rumored online? His presence was so overwhelming she could barely catch her breath.
What a shame she forgot to ask for an autograph. No, she couldn’t—she was Jiang Wanting now, not Song Ci. She had to be reserved! Reserved!
…
Nighttime, the Jiang residence.
Jiang Wanting tinkered with a new Weibo account. She used to have one, but she couldn’t use it now. Everyone over there thought she was dead. If her old account suddenly came back to life, it would scare them half to death.
After registering, she changed the default nickname to “Wants to Sleep with SZ Every Night.” She originally wanted to use “Wants to Sleep with SZ Every Day,” but someone had already taken that username, so she settled for “Wants to Sleep with SZ Every Night.”
She followed Shen Zui’s personal account and his studio’s account. Looking at her newly registered Weibo, she smiled with satisfaction. Alright, time to embark on her journey as a fan!
“Buzz, buzz, buzz…”
Her phone suddenly vibrated in her hand, and a WeChat chat window popped up the next second. She tapped to open it.
【College Girls’ Passionate Chat】
[Liu Yiwen: @Jiang Wanting Wanwan hasn’t been active lately.]
[Liu Yiwen: She hasn’t even gone clubbing. Xuanxuan asked me about you today, saying you haven’t replied to his WeChat messages.]
[Liang Mengmeng: Has Miss Jiang turned over a new leaf?]
[Liang Mengmeng: Silly grin jpg.]
[Zhu Yiya: Impossible. Our Wanwan loves to have fun the most.]
[He Jing: Brothers and sisters, meet at the usual spot.]
Jiang Wanting clicked into the details and realized she was actually the group owner. There were over a dozen people in the group, and judging by their profile pictures, there were both men and women.
Were these all the original owner’s friends?
After thinking for a moment, she replied in the group: I’ve lost my memory, as you all probably know. Don’t invite me to any activities from now on.
…
Hotel.
Lin Zhongye couldn’t stop thinking about how he was turned away at the Jiang family’s door that day. His male pride was wounded. He opened his mouth…
Liu Yiwin winced in pain. “Ouch…”
“Ye-ge… what are you doing? It hurts, it hurts!”
Hearing the woman’s cry of pain, Lin Zhongye froze for a moment before letting go. A flicker of guilt flashed in his eyes as he said in a hoarse voice, “Wenwen, I’m sorry.”
Liu Yiwen wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and whispered in his ear, “Ye-ge, that foolish woman really seems to have lost her memory. What should we do next?”
Lin Zhongye sneered coldly. “What does it matter if she lost her memory? We still have to swindle every last cent we can.”
He was the illegitimate son of the Lin family. Although the Lin family had taken him back, he was still unwelcome in the eyes of that old man from the Lin family.
The Mrs. Lin despised his mother, unable to tolerate even a grain of sand in her eye. She saw him as a thorn in her side. But was it his fault? If anyone was to blame, it was his father for cheating while she was pregnant, for failing to control his urges!
Hearing this, Liu Yiwen chuckled softly. Indeed, she had met Lin Zhongye through Jiang Wanting, later hooked up with him, and learned of his plans.
Liu Yiwen whispered in Lin Zhongye’s ear, “Brother Ye, you haven’t slept with that foolish woman yet, have you?”
At these words, a trace of malice flashed in Lin Zhongye’s eyes. Although Jiang Wanting had agreed to be his girlfriend, he hadn’t even kissed her lips, let alone slept with her.
“Why would I sleep with her, baby? That foolish woman is ignorant and boring.”
Lin Zhongye said, “How could she compare to your understanding, baby?”
Liu Yiwen shivered. “How annoying!”
Liu Yiwen wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, a cold smile curling on her red lips. No matter how beautiful Jiang Wanting was, what use was it? Lin Zhongye had still fallen for her charms.
She believed Lin Zhongye would handle Jiang Wanting. Her family background wasn’t great, so climbing up with Lin Zhongye wasn’t bad. Although he was an illegitimate child, the Lin Family wouldn’t abandon him.
Time passed quickly, and soon it was the day Jiang Wanting moved into Shen Zui’s apartment.
At home, the ones most reluctant to see her go were Lin Xinya and Ye Lan.
Although Jiang Wanting wasn’t Ye Lan’s biological daughter, Ye Lan treated her as her own. Ye Lan had always dreamed of having a daughter, and now she could only hope her eldest daughter-in-law would give her a granddaughter.
Wei Luoqin had given birth to Jiang Shurui, but her belly hadn’t shown any signs since. As for the other two boys, they were almost thirty and hadn’t even been seen with a woman, doing everything they could to avoid arranged meetings.
“Dad, should we send Nanny Zhang to take care of Wanwan?”
Old Master Jiang pondered for a moment before saying solemnly, “No need. Sending someone over would only give others something to talk about.”
Lin Xinya thought it made sense. She believed they would send someone to take care of Shen Zui on their end. The villa couldn’t possibly be empty. Her daughter was only twenty years old and already moving in with another man. She sighed, feeling guilty toward her.
“Alright, it’s getting late.”
Once in the car, Jiang Wanting leaned against the window, watching the group outside, feeling a bit reluctant. She had lived with the Jiang Family for half a month, and they had all been very kind to her.
Having never received such care and affection since childhood, she had already come to regard them as her own family.
“Alright, Uncle Liu, you can drive now. Be safe on the road.”
Jiang Wanting waved at them, her nose tingling with emotion. Parting truly wasn’t easy.
The new house was a little over a kilometer from her school—a nearly three-hundred-square-meter villa with its own courtyard. As she stepped inside, Jiang Wanting glanced around. How extravagant!
The European-style decor, the gleaming floors, the exquisite crystal chandelier—simple, elegant, refined, yet comfortable, exuding luxury and grandeur.
“Greetings, Fourth Young Mistress.”
Jiang Wanting’s obsidian-like almond eyes met the auntie before her. Fourth Young Mistress? So Shen Zui was the fourth in the Shen Family. She wasn’t particularly fond of the number four, but since it was Shen Zui, she accepted it.
“Hello.”
“I’m responsible for taking care of you and the Fourth Young Master. You can call me Nanny Rong.” As she spoke, Nanny Rong’s eyes never stopped, sizing up Jiang Wanting from head to toe.
Good figure, easy to bear children, fair-skinned and beautiful—not bad, worthy of her Fourth Young Master. Thinking this, Nanny Rong nodded slightly.
She had worked for the Shen Family for nearly thirty years and had watched Shen Zui grow up. Otherwise, the Shen Family wouldn’t have sent her to take care of him.
“Since you and the Fourth Young Master aren’t married yet, you haven’t been arranged to stay together. Your room is on the second floor, across from the Young Master’s.”
Hearing this, Jiang Wanting felt a bit disappointed. The Shen Family’s conduct was quite upright. Before coming, she had wondered whether she should comply or not if she had to share a room with Shen Zui. Now it seemed she had completely overthought it.
Jiang Wanting followed Nanny Rong to tour her room. There was a pink princess bed, pink gauze curtains fluttering in the wind, and a pink-and-white rug paired with an elegant sofa—cute yet refined.
After Nanny Rong left, Jiang Wanting lazily leaned back on the sofa, scrolling through Weibo on her phone. Since Shen Zui had posted that selfie last time, he hadn’t been online again.