How did Fu Jinzhi find out?
Wen Yao was puzzled, but with unjustified confidence, she said, “Can’t I come over if there’s nothing wrong?”
“Ha.” Fu Jinzhi let out a cold laugh, crossing his arms, his sarcasm written all over his face.
This guy really had zero self-awareness about her acting skills.
Her face was practically screaming “I have ulterior motives”!
[Host, stop pretending and just get to the point.] 8848 was getting a headache—even it couldn’t bear to watch, let alone the male lead.
“Hey,” Wen Yao sidled up to Fu Jinzhi, ignoring his cold-air buff, and gently poked his forearm, “I heard Fu Yan is sick. Shouldn’t we go visit her?”
“Oh, so my dear niece wants to be a filial aunt now?” Fu Jinzhi’s heart itched from her kitten-paw-like pokes, but his mouth remained sharp.
“…” Wen Yao was choked speechless. She’d always been thick-skinned, but being caught red-handed by her own father yesterday had made her vow to turn over a new leaf.
“It’s sister-in-law caring about her sister-in-law!”
“Do you even have a conscience? Your own sister is sick, and here you are cracking jokes.”
Fu Jinzhi, once again turned against, took a deep breath. He reached out and pinched Wen Yao’s chattering little mouth shut. “It’s just a minor illness. If it were anything serious, Mom and Dad wouldn’t have had the heart to attend that birthday banquet.”
“Mmph mmph mmph!” Pinched into a chick-beak mouth, Wen Yao was extremely indignant, her watery eyes wide and round.
She didn’t care—she was going no matter what. Who knew what An Rourou might do to Fu Yan?
An Rourou was a lethal poison master!
Charmed by chick-beak Wen Yao, Fu Jinzhi let go, his deep, cool voice laced with helplessness. “How about I go with you after work?”
“Fine.” Wen Yao finally settled down, using her gorgeous, enchanting face to force a cute expression. “Then let’s add each other on WeChat, CEO Fu~”
WeChat? Fu Jinzhi felt a complex mix of emotions. They’d been married for a month and only now realized they didn’t have each other’s WeChat.
What an unfamiliar couple they were.
He picked up his phone from the desk, added Wen Yao as a friend, and the corner of his lips curled up slightly.
Wen Yao’s profile picture was a dog holding a gun, with the words “Cluck you” written beside it.
Her nickname was even more nonsensical: “Cures All Kinds of Defiance.”
It was absurd, yet it fit Wen Yao’s style of doing things perfectly.
Having achieved her goal, Wen Yao didn’t linger. She stood up, lightly flicking her skirt. As she turned, the beautifully draped hem swirled into a lively flower-like arc, leaving only a faint fragrance behind for Fu Jinzhi.
“Then you work hard, hubby!”
“I’m off to go shopping now, Byebye~”
She was like a pink hibiscus flower blown by the wind—arriving silently and leaving with great fanfare, unconcerned about the ripples of emotion she stirred.
Fu Jinzhi stood up, his expression already restored to its usual calm indifference. He called his assistant to clear away the dishes, a thought flashing through his mind.
Pink suited Wen Yao well.
Wen Yao thought so too. In the luxury boutique, she tried on another pink dress, equally layered with intricate ruffles that spun beautifully.
The difference was that this one was a fitted short dress, better showcasing her slender waist and long legs. The cool-toned lighting fell on Wen Yao’s already fair skin, making her shine even more brilliantly.
She hadn’t styled her hair today—her silky, jet-black locks simply cascaded down her back, lustrous and captivating.
“8848, you know what? I’ve always loved dresses, but I only got to wear them after transmigrating into this book.”
“Why?” In 8848’s eyes, humans are creatures of strong desires—the simpler the wish, the faster they’d want it fulfilled.
“I’m an orphan, you see. When I was little, I didn’t have much of a choice. Later, when I grew up, I had to work several jobs a day, so wearing skirts wasn’t really convenient.”
Wen Yao smiled brightly at the shop assistant. “Hello, I’d like this one wrapped up too, please. Thank you.”
“Of course, you’re welcome.” The assistant’s tone was warm and enthusiastic, inwardly overjoyed—there was already a neat stack of clothes Wen Yao had picked out beside her, and this meant another hefty commission.
“Being pretty is such a blessing—everything looks good on you. You’re truly a natural clothes hanger.”
The saleswoman was exceptionally sweet-tongued. Even if Wen Yao weren’t stunningly beautiful, even if she looked like a little monkey, buying this many clothes would earn her praise that could bloom into flowers.
“Thank you, you’re lovely too~” Wen Yao winked at the saleswoman, swiped her card, and prepared to leave, the items all carried by the silently trailing bodyguard.
“Oh my, if it isn’t Miss Wen. Haven’t seen you out and about in ages—thought you might’ve been too embarrassed to show your face.”
The sarcastic, snide voice made Wen Yao raise an eyebrow. She turned around to size up the woman who’d appeared out of nowhere—a pantsuit, short hair, bold red lips.
After a quick once-over, she confirmed it: someone she didn’t know.
So Wen Yao tilted her head, her tone puzzled. “Sorry, but who are you?”
At Wen Yao’s words, the short-haired woman suddenly grew furious, her voice sharp. “Stop pretending, Wen Yao! After doing something so shameful, you’re trying to act like you’ve lost your memory?”
“So many people in our circle know about it—are you going to pretend you don’t recognize every single one of us?”
“Ha, even if you pretend not to know us, we haven’t forgotten you.”
Tap tap tap tap…
Another person came jogging over and stopped beside the short-haired woman. “Why’d you run off so suddenly…”
Then she looked up, saw Wen Yao, and her expression shifted. “Wen Yao?”
Great, another stranger.
Wen Yao sighed with melancholy. “8848, being excessively charming is such a burden. Turns out so many people have been quietly keeping tabs on me.”
【They should be your former colleagues—the Cannon Fodders. Looks like they’re here to pick a fight.】8848 was increasingly adept at ignoring Wen Yao’s odd ramblings.
The newly arrived curly-haired woman was more level-headed than the short-haired one. She pushed her hair back, gave Wen Yao a practiced smile, and said, “Long time no see. How about we grab a drink and catch up?”
Wen Yao happened to be tired from shopping and was already planning to find a place to sit anyway. Hearing this, she looked sincerely at the curly-haired woman and asked, “Who’s paying?”
The curly-haired woman’s smile stiffened. Both were young ladies from decent families—no one cared about a bit of pocket change. She simply assumed Wen Yao was deliberately trying to embarrass her. “I’ll pay. Is that alright?”
“Sure.” Wen Yao accepted the invitation readily. She genuinely didn’t want to treat people who clearly despised her to food and drinks—she wasn’t some fool to be taken advantage of.
Soon, the three of them were seated in a café. While the short-haired and curly-haired women elegantly ordered their meals, Wen Yao gestured for the bodyguard to take the table beside them.
“Order whatever you’d like to drink, big brother. My treat.”
“You!” The short-haired woman was so furious she nearly slammed the table. Refusing to treat them but offering to treat a bodyguard—if that wasn’t an insult, what was?
If Wen Yao knew what she was thinking, she would have replied: This is called frugal housekeeping—spend where it’s worth it, save where it’s not, and not a single cent wasted on one’s rivals.
“You’ve changed a lot.” The curly-haired woman pressed the short-haired woman’s arm. In the past, Wen Yao had always looked down on hanging out with people like them—cold, aloof, and arrogant. Now, she seemed like a completely different person…
How to put it? She seemed even more insufferable than before, when she’d looked down her nose at everyone.
“Maybe it’s the temperament shift that comes with being a newlywed,” Wen Yao replied calmly.
Seeing the sudden change in their expressions, Wen Yao knew exactly what was going on—their hostility toward her mostly stemmed from Fu Jinzhi.
The curly-haired woman could no longer hold it together. She forced a faint smile, her gaze stabbing at Wen Yao like knives. “Mr. Fu is one of the most sought-after men in the circle. You really know how to work it, landing that Golden Turtle Son-in-law for yourself. I’m so envious—how is it that I can’t swallow my pride the way you do?”
Huh? Was she mocking her for drugging Fu Jinzhi and getting caught in bed?
Having already braced herself for this, Wen Yao didn’t care about the taunt in the slightest. Her delicate lips curved up slightly, her bright eyes brimming with undisguised amusement, and she replied in a sweet, clear voice:
“Yeah, good thing I’m bold and brazen—otherwise, I’d be the one standing here envying someone else~ ”
The short-haired woman, who had been suppressed by the curly-haired one all along, finally couldn’t hold back. She shot to her feet, pointing a finger at Wen Yao’s nose in fury. “What do you have to be so smug about? If Ruoruo hadn’t left, it never would’ve been your turn to pick up the scraps!”
Ruoruo—was that the White Moonlight, An Ruoruo?
Wen Yao let out a scoffing laugh and swatted the short-haired woman’s finger aside. “Why should the living compete with the dead? I’m truly grateful she left me such a wonderful husband.”
“If Jinzhi ever needs it, I’d be more than happy to burn two sticks of incense for her!”
Too bad burning incense wouldn’t do any good—the White Moonlight’s death was fake.