But soon, Song Yunfei dismissed the dangerous thought.
No, no—if she provoked him and he regained his memory too early, she’d be finished.
So she spoke seriously, “Even if we’re really poor forever, I wouldn’t look down on you.”
“I love you, not your money,” Chu Jinhan replied.
After a pause, he asked a question that nearly made Song Yunfei’s heart stop.
Yunfei kept her calm on the surface, but inside, her heart was shaking.
He was suspicious. He wasn’t doubting that she had tricked him—he was doubting her.
This was the same question Chu Jinhan had asked the original girl six months ago. Now he was asking again—he was clearly suspicious.
Yunfei said irritably, “Why are you asking this again? I already told you, I dropped out of middle school and worked under a borrowed ID!”
Chu Jinhan’s expression flickered, then returned to normal. “I forgot. Sorry.”
Yunfei snorted. “Seems like the aftereffects aren’t gone yet.”
“I’m going to cook,” he said, walking toward the kitchen, ending the conversation.
Yunfei wiped sweat from her forehead.
She couldn’t quite imitate the original girl—sure enough, she’d almost slipped up.
But it didn’t matter. Who would think transmigration was real?
Sticky and sweaty, Yunfei headed for the shower—only to hear a knock at the door.
She hurried to open it and found Wang Yi from next door.
Wang Yi, in his thirties, had a rugged look and wore a white tank top, revealing a solid, muscular build. Yunfei’s eyes brightened.
“Brother Wang, you’re here for Chu Jinhan, right?”
Scratching his head, Wang Yi smiled sheepishly. “No, I’m off today. It’s been a while since we had a proper meal together—why don’t you two come over for dinner?”
“Sure, sure!” Yunfei eagerly agreed, thinking of the delicious meals she’d remembered from before.
“Great. My wife’s already cooking. Come quick when you’re ready.”
After sending Wang Yi off, Yunfei ran to the kitchen. “Stop cooking! Brother Wang invited us over for dinner.”
Chu Jinhan paused mid-chop, hesitating. “Did you promise him?”
“Yes. You haven’t even started cooking yet. Go change your clothes—we’ll head over.”
Yunfei pulled him from the kitchen, urging him to change.
After a moment, he grabbed a teal T-shirt from the wardrobe and went into the bathroom.
Yunfei pouted. Really? He had to be so secretive? Changing a shirt and heading to the bathroom as if she might spy on him.
She pulled out her own T-shirt, unbuttoned her shirt, and began changing.
Chu Jinhan changed quickly, but when he stepped out of the bathroom, Yunfei had just removed her clothes.
A flash of pale skin hit his eyes unexpectedly.
She was side-on to him and gasped when she saw him.
“You’re so fast!” she exclaimed, frantically yanking the T-shirt over her head. She got the collar stuck in her rush.
Chu Jinhan’s gaze shifted from her slender waist; his Adam’s apple bobbed as he turned his head away.
Yunfei quickly fixed her shirt, cheeks burning. “All done. Let’s go.”
He seemed reluctant. “You go ahead. I’m staying.”
“Why? Aren’t you close with him? Did you have a fight?”
They were neighbors. Wang Yi, a full-time delivery guy, had even helped Chu Jinhan get his delivery job. They often went on night shifts together.
Chu Jinhan shook his head. “No.”
“Then why aren’t you going?”
Yunfei tugged at him. “Come with me! Why would I go alone?”
Seeing her insistence, he reluctantly followed.
Their neighbor’s door was ajar, and the aroma of cooking wafted out.
Wang Yi was clearing the table and greeted them. “Come on in!”
Yunfei smiled and went in, handing him and Chu Jinhan shoe covers.
The air-conditioned apartment was cool and refreshing, immediately lifting her mood.
The apartment was smaller than theirs—a one-bedroom, one-living room layout, about fifty square meters.
Wang Yi invited them to sit and chatted casually with Chu Jinhan.
“I thought you were out delivering. Didn’t expect you to be home.”
“I’m taking a couple of days off,” Chu Jinhan replied.
Wang Yi sighed. “You work hard. Day jobs, night deliveries—anyone would burn out eventually.”
“Here in our small town, making money is hard. Last month I ran almost 2,000 orders but only made over 7,000 yuan. After taxes and electricity, less than 7,000.”
“My childhood friends went to the big city—2,000 orders would get them 15,000. I’ve quit and will move to Haishi next month.”
Wang Yi was a local; he bought the apartment to stay close to family.
Hearing “Haishi,” Yunfei’s stomach sank. She glanced at Chu Jinhan—he seemed unfazed.
She asked, “Is your wife going with you?”
Wang Yi looked toward the kitchen. “No, too expensive for two. She’ll stay home and look after the house.”
Yunfei nodded.
Wang Yi urged Chu Jinhan, “Brother Chu, you’re young and educated—why waste your potential here? Why not go to a big city?”
Chu Jinhan glanced at Yunfei. Of course he wouldn’t go—she wouldn’t agree.
Yunfei laughed lightly. “Brother Wang, got any water? I’m a little thirsty.”
Wang Yi clapped his forehead. “Oh, right. Hang on, I’ll get it.”
At that moment, Wang Yi’s wife appeared from the kitchen with dishes.
Her name was Li Jiao, attractive, curvy—Yunfei recognized her from school; they’d met again and married through a match.
“Chu, Song, you’re here!” Li Jiao greeted warmly, her gaze lingering briefly on Chu Jinhan.
She wore a fitted T-shirt, and Yunfei couldn’t help noticing her impressive figure.
Chu Jinhan barely nodded, indifferent.
Yunfei smiled. “Brother Wang called, so we came. I’ve been looking forward to your cooking all day.”
Li Jiao laughed. “You should come by more. We’ve been neighbors a long time, but you still treat us like strangers!”
Wang Yi chimed in. “Yes, don’t be shy. Once I leave, she’s alone—she’ll need you two to keep an eye on her.”
Yunfei reassured him. “Don’t worry, Brother Wang. If she needs anything, we’ll help.”
The meal was lively. Wang Yi even poured some baijiu, hoping the couple would look after his wife.
Yunfei agreed eagerly.
Chu Jinhan was taciturn; the couple was used to it.
Li Jiao raised her cup to Yunfei. “Song, I’ll toast you. We might be relying on you and Chu in the future.”
Yunfei, busy eating, hurriedly set down her chopsticks and raised her glass, food still in her mouth. “No trouble at all!”
She chugged the drink—and immediately started coughing from the spiciness, almost spitting out the alcohol.
Wang Yi and Li Jiao laughed heartily. Li Jiao handed her a beverage.
“You really can’t drink, huh? Stick to this.”
Embarrassed, Yunfei gulped down half the bottle.
Chu Jinhan handled his alcohol well, drinking several cups with Wang Yi, who was already struggling—but Chu remained calm.
After dinner, Chu Jinhan stood to leave first.
Wang Yi wanted him to stay but saw Yunfei wobbling, so he let them go.
Yunfei didn’t realize this body’s tolerance for alcohol was so poor—one cup made her dizzy.
She staggered, leaning against Chu Jinhan, who steadied her.
Back at the apartment, he asked, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine… just dizzy,” she mumbled, swaying toward the bathroom. “I’ll… take a shower first.”
As expected, the bathroom ran for half an hour without a sound.
Forty minutes later, he knocked. “Song Yunfei! Are you done yet?”
No answer. Frowning, he opened the door.
Inside, Yunfei lay naked on the floor, water from the shower washing over her, hair covering her face.
His expression darkened. He rushed in, turned off the water, and lifted her up.
“Wake up, Song Yunfei.”
He patted her cheeks, and she slowly opened her eyes.
Her gaze was hazy, staring at his handsome face as if in a dream.
She reached out, touching him. “Wow… you’re so handsome.”
Then she nestled against him again, closing her eyes. “So sleepy…”
Relieved she was merely asleep and not unconscious, Chu Jinhan wrapped a towel around her like a cocoon, leaving only her head exposed.
He carried her to the sofa, dripping water along the way.
Looking at the neat sofa, he took out a hairdryer, squatting to dry her hair—not because he worried about her, but so she wouldn’t soak the furniture.
Yunfei, half-asleep, let the sound of the dryer lull her further.
Soon, he heard murmuring. She was squirming, trying to escape the towel.
He pressed her gently.
She struggled, opening her eyes with a pained expression.
“I… need to pee,” she mumbled.
…
She should’ve just gone out to deliver.
Being with this woman, even herself, made mischief inevitable.