Hearing this, Song Jinhe breathed a sigh of relief—he was just asking what she wanted to eat.
“Are you coming back to cook for me?” Song Jinhe asked with a stern face.
Xi Leyao nodded, his expression equally serious.
Song Jinhe immediately sat up straight, revealing her ugly, twisted expression. “Why come back? Can’t you just order takeout for me?”
Song Jinhe’s little mouth chattered nonstop, giving Xi Leyao no chance to speak.
“I get it—you must be sick of me!”
“Xi Leyao, the reason I’ve ended up like this is all because of you!”
Xi Leyao held his phone, listening to her endless babbling. Only after Song Jinhe finished did he slowly speak.
“Eating takeout every day isn’t healthy.”
Song Jinhe immediately retorted, “Can’t I cook for myself then? I don’t care—you have to go out and earn money!”
“How else am I supposed to buy the bags I like?”
Xi Leyao was about to say she didn’t need to cook—he would handle it—but when he saw Song Jinhe’s wide, round eyes, the words stuck in his throat.
“Do you even know how to cook?”
Anyone can cook. To save money, even poor people buy groceries and cook for themselves.
Thanks to her past life, Song Jinhe certainly knew how.
But the original host didn’t know how to cook. Given her personality, she would never step into the kitchen. Accustomed to being waited on, she had zero life skills.
“Can’t I just follow online tutorials?”
Song Jinhe wore an impatient expression. “Alright, stop bothering me. If you don’t bring me cake tonight, you can sleep under the bed.”
With that, she hung up the video call and continued lying on the sofa, scrolling through videos of handsome men.
Her thumb tapped repeatedly on the screen, sending pink hearts floating across it.
Song Jinhe’s eyes lit up. This guy’s hip movements were way too seductive.
He’s really pleasing this old lady.
Saved to the emperor’s harem—granted the title “Consort Hottie”!
The System watched her behavior. If it were human, it would have rolled its eyes to the heavens.
【Why don’t you try seducing a rich second-generation heir?】
The System cautiously suggested.
“No.”
Song Jinhe refused without hesitation. “You want me to hook up with some old man? System, you have no heart.”
“Asking a young girl in her prime to submit to an old man—where’s your morality? Where are your principles?”
The System closed its eyes upon hearing this. The original host was exactly that kind of person—someone without morality or principles.
【Host, please do not break character.】
Song Jinhe spotted a new handsome guy and ignored the System.
Xi Leyao worked as a delivery rider for three different platforms. To help him earn more, Song Jinhe even lent him her own identity to use.
The insulated box in front of him was packed with food deliveries, and even the hooks were laden with milk tea orders.
While waiting at a red light, a red Porsche pulled up beside him. The Porsche’s owner rolled down the window and looked at Xi Leyao.
“Isn’t this the famous rising star of Jing City? How did you end up delivering food?” A man with dyed blond hair inside the car sneered.
Xi Leyao glanced at him, then calmly looked away.
The other man was momentarily taken aback by his reaction.
“Xi Leyao, do you know who I am? I could crush you like an ant right now. How dare you treat me like this!” The blond-haired man immediately exploded, reaching out and shouting at Xi Leyao.
“You’re bankrupt! What are you acting all high and mighty for? You’d better kneel down and beg for my forgiveness right now, or I’ll make you regret it!”
Just then, the traffic light turned green. Xi Leyao twisted the throttle and drove off.
In an instant, he had already crossed the intersection.
Watching this scene, the blond-haired man was furious.
In the past, he had looked down on him from a high perch. Now, his company had been acquired by his best friend, and he had nothing left. What right did he have to act so arrogant?
“Beep beep beep—”
The cars behind him honked their horns, and someone even stuck their head out of the window to curse.
“Are you blind? Didn’t you see the green light? You think the road is your private underground garage?”
“Get moving!”
Scolded, the blond-haired man had no choice but to start his car and drive off.
By the time he arrived at his friend’s villa, he was seething with anger.
“Brother He, what’s wrong?” someone asked, seeing him sitting on the sofa, drinking sullenly.
“Damn it! Xi Leyao, that idiot, is still acting so cocky even though he’s bankrupt. It’s infuriating!” He Wenling slammed his glass on the coffee table, cursing under his breath.
Xi Leyao?
He had already fallen out of their circle. How had he managed to offend Brother He?
“What happened?” another man with purple hair asked.
“I saw him on the road, and when I tried to talk to him, he ignored me!” He Wenling complained angrily.
“No way. I have to make him understand the price of offending me.”
At that moment, the purple-haired man spoke up. “His wife hasn’t divorced him yet, and she’s really beautiful.”
Thinking of Song Jinhe’s pretty face, the purple-haired man instinctively licked his lips, scheming about how to lure her out for some fun.
That day at the banquet, he had caught a glimpse of Song Jinhe from afar, wearing a black bodycon dress. Her image had taken root in his heart ever since.
In the past, he hadn’t dared to make a move because she was Xi Leyao’s wife. But now that Xi Leyao was bankrupt, they, the three brothers, would gladly take his wife for themselves.
“If his wife cheats on him, do you think someone as proud as him would feel utterly humiliated?” the purple-haired man said slowly, his gaze toward He Wenling filled with calculation.
He Wenling thought about it and agreed. Let him be arrogant. Let him ignore people.
When the time came, he would definitely make Xi Leyao kneel on the ground and beg for mercy.
“Alright, let’s cuckold him,” He Wenling nodded.
“Ding dong—”
A WeChat notification sounded. Song Jinhe, who was cooking noodles, took out her phone, opened it, and checked WeChat, finding a friend request.
Clicking into it, she saw it was from someone she didn’t know.
[Quick, accept it! Accept it!] The System, seeing the name in the request, grew excited.
It never expected the other party to take the initiative and come knocking.
This was truly unexpected.
Song Jinhe, who had been about to accept, immediately grew suspicious. “Is there a trap here?”
[Absolutely not.] The System swore confidently.
The System’s words were not to be trusted. Without another word, Song Jinhe directly rejected the request.
The System was dumbfounded, and the three men in the villa were also dumbfounded.
She rejected it?
“Damn it!” He Wenling grew even angrier.
He was, after all, the second young master of the He family, yet he had been driven half to death by this couple in a single day.
“That terrible idea of yours got rejected, didn’t it?” He Wenling pushed all the blame onto the purple-haired man, shouting, “Don’t come up with such rotten ideas in the future if you have nothing better to do!”
The purple-haired man hurriedly tried to console him, “Brother He, maybe the other party doesn’t know who you are.”
“I am the second young master of the He family—” He Wenling grew even more furious upon hearing this.
Upon hearing his words, the two couldn’t help but think to themselves:
So no one actually knows who you are.