“Let’s skip everything else and just talk about how we’re going to resolve this.”
Wen Yao seized control of the conversation—she was a master at blaming others while rarely reflecting on herself.
“How exactly do you plan to resolve it? Divorce?” Fu Jinzhi raised an eyebrow, his crow-feather lashes lowering. “But my reputation is already ruined by you, and I’ve lost a child.”
“No matter how I look at it, I’m the one at a disadvantage.”
Divorce wasn’t really an option. Wen Yao still had to stop the male lead from breaking the law—she’d rather turn Fu Jinzhi into a phone charm and carry him around everywhere. There was no way she’d let him go so easily.
Wen Yao bit her lip, as if making an enormous sacrifice, her beautiful eyes glistening with moisture.
“How about this—I’ll compensate you with a daughter.”
Fu Jinzhi rose from his seat and walked over to Wen Yao, trapping her between the sofa and his chest. His slender fingers tilted her chin upward, close enough to catch the fragrance radiating from her.
His breath drifted lazily, his voice low and deep, his gaze shimmering like a bewitching spirit.
“And how do you plan to compensate me? Like that day, over and over until a daughter is born…”
Fu Yan quietly slipped out of the living room. Those two were utterly shameless—she was terrified they’d start making a baby right in front of her, an innocent college girl.
Fu Yan had already forgotten she’d come to demand an explanation. Even if she remembered, it wouldn’t matter—the main parties were too busy flirting.
She backed away while stretching her ears to eavesdrop, and then she heard:
“Daddy!”
“From today on, you’re my husband, and I’m your daughter—we’ll each call the other by our own terms.”
“…”
The living room fell into silence, only Wen Yao remained completely unswayed by his charm, righteous and solemn like Tang Sanzang.
“This way, you don’t have to divorce, you get a child, and you can humiliate me for revenge. Not a bad deal, right?”
Even 8848 was stunned, emitting crackling electric sounds.
After a long moment, Fu Jinzhi sat down beside Wen Yao and awkwardly changed the subject. “I remember you don’t have class on Wednesday. Don’t forget tomorrow evening’s banquet.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
BANG!
A loud crash—Fu Yan had fallen flat on her back while retreating.
Wen Yao kindly went over to help her up, only to receive a glare in return.
“You—what kind of nonsense is coming out of your mouth?!”
Wen Yao looked innocent. As an orphan who was pretty and healthy, there had to be a reason she’d never been adopted.
She had a sharp tongue she couldn’t control.
Later, when she became a vegetable, able to hear the outside world but unable to respond, her temper had grown even stranger—and she’d become even more insufferable.
“You’re this old and still falling over. Is your cerebellum underdeveloped? Maybe you should go to the hospital for a check-up.”
“You’re the one with a broken brain, you fake-pregnancy witch!” Fu Yan’s cheeks puffed up with rage.
Wen Yao looked disapprovingly at Fu Jinzhi. “You should teach your little sister to respect her elders. If we go by seniority, I’m her sister-in-law; if we go by youth, I’m her niece. I’m concerned about her health—she shouldn’t be so rude to me.”
“Pfft—hahaha…” Fu Jinzhi collapsed onto the cream-colored sofa in laughter, like a rose blooming in the snow, with a beauty that could captivate the world. “Well said. Xiao Yan, you should show your sister-in-law some respect.”
“Hmph! Birds of a feather flock together—two crooks in cahoots!” Shooting them a massive eye roll, Fu Yan ran out of Fu Jinzhi’s house, refusing to stay even though she knew dinner was about to be served.
So at the dinner table, only Wen Yao and Fu Jinzhi were left facing each other.
More precisely, Wen Yao kept sneaking glances at Fu Jinzhi—so obviously that it might as well not have been sneaking at all…
Fu Jinzhi let out a sigh.
He was born into a household of wealth and privilege, blessed with striking good looks, and had never lacked for admirers or suitors—even after marriage. Yet someone as unashamedly blatant as Wen Yao was a rare sight indeed.
He tapped his knuckles lightly against the table to remind Wen Yao to restrain herself. “Eat your meal properly. What are your eyes wandering to?”
“King crab.” Wen Yao answered honestly. Her fake pregnancy had just been exposed, and she was still eating pregnancy meals.
Though the chef’s skills were excellent, she still craved Fu Jinzhi’s king crab.
She’d been craving it ever since watching food vloggers devour it in videos before. Unfortunately, one crab cost several thousand yuan, and she simply couldn’t bear to spend that much. Later, when she won the lottery, the money had barely reached her hands before she ended up in the hospital.
Wah wah wah, what a miserable fate.
Hearing this, Fu Jinzhi’s ears flushed red. So this woman wasn’t even looking at him—what was so interesting about a lousy crab?!
He pushed the plate toward her with a hint of irritation. “Eat, then.”
“Thank you, thank you. You’re the best, hubby. Love you~” Wen Yao was utterly shameless and dug in without hesitation.
As she ate, she communicated with 8848 in her mind:
“Is Fu Jinzhi really the unhinged male lead who breaks the law and commits crimes? I feel like he has a pretty good temper.” At least in over twenty years, few people had been able to tolerate her.
【Maybe the plot hasn’t started yet—Fu Jinzhi hasn’t fallen for the female lead.】
【Don’t you humans say love makes people crazy and blind?】
“I see.” Wen Yao pondered. “Then transmit this novel into my brain. Let me read the rest of the plot.”
【……】
【I can’t.】
“What? Why?” Wen Yao was shocked. She’d never seen such a useless System before.
【I heard you call me useless.】System 8848 was both guilty and speechless.
【The World Control Authority is still in the hands of the World Consciousness! The male and female leads’ plot won’t be easily leaked—only a summary is submitted to the Main System, which I already told you earlier.】
“Then how come it’s so detailed about me starving to death beside a trash can, holding a scallion pancake?”
【After the original host’s sudden death, we took full control of the Cannon Fodder storyline, so of course it’s detailed.】
Hmph. A man who can’t do anything, a useless System—this world would ultimately have to be saved by me.
Wen Yao raised her head and puffed out her chest, as proud as a little rooster.
“Wen Yao, sit properly!” Fu Jinzhi watched as Wen Yao grew increasingly excited while eating, until she finally sat cross-legged on her chair.
If he didn’t stop her, he feared Wen Yao would climb onto the table next!
What was wrong with this woman? Before, she’d put on airs and been cold as ice; now she was utterly lacking in manners.
Had she let herself go completely after the fake pregnancy was exposed?
“Uh.” Wen Yao quietly put her legs down. Just for a moment, she’d imagined herself as the Victorious Fighting Buddha, with the chair transforming into a lotus pedestal—she’d crossed her legs without thinking.
“I’m full.”
Fu Jinzhi had completely lost his appetite. He cast a faint glance at Wen Yao before quickly looking away, as if he couldn’t bear to look at her, and turned toward the study.
Wen Yao was touched. Even in such a state, he still acknowledged her before leaving—what a polite male lead! She would never let Fu Jinzhi become a law-breaking piece of trash.
Then she waved her hand. “Nanny Wang, bring me another slice of Basque cheesecake!”
Nanny Wang—the middle-aged woman who had just gone upstairs to call her—was puzzled but impressed: she had no idea how the madam had managed to appease the master, but her employers’ affairs were none of her business. She only needed to do her own job well.
Wen Yao: No special tricks. I just found myself a daddy.
Unlike Wen Yao’s leisurely ease, the female lead—who hadn’t yet become a stand-in—could no longer sit still.
An Rourou dialed Fu Yan’s number, her voice gentle and laced with apology: “Miss Fu, was I too talkative yesterday?”
It was a lie—if she truly felt guilty, why wait a whole day to come apologize?
But Fu Yan couldn’t tell. She sulkily tugged at the plush toy in her hands. “What does this have to do with you? You only saw that Wen Yao wasn’t pregnant—the one who did wrong is her.”
“Mr. Fu and Miss Wen didn’t get into an argument, did they? I really shouldn’t have been so blunt. Perhaps Miss Wen had her reasons.”
It was a lie—what she wanted was exactly for their relationship to fall apart.
Recalling how the two of them had been living it up today, how could Fu Yan even say it out loud?
She forced a smile and brushed it off. “Heh, what reasons could there be? It’s all just their little marital games.”
An Rourou’s nails dug into her flesh, but she kept up her persona.
“That’s wonderful, then. Mr. Fu and Miss Wen really do have a great relationship.”
Still a lie—An Rourou thought it was anything but great.
She had finally gotten rid of her sister An Ruoruo—so why did another Wen Yao have to show up? And Wen Yao wasn’t anything like An Ruoruo at all!