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“Oh, let me tell you something in secret—don’t let it slip, alright? The truth is, I’m only using this to get back at Ji Yanzhou. I still want to get back together with him,” Ji Xueli said, figuring since Han Chen was one of her own and still useful, she might as well tell him the truth.
Han Chen’s jaw dropped. Of all the calculations he made, he hadn’t seen this coming. He never imagined that all of Li Li’s scheming would be used like this…
“So… the Young Master is just part of your little act?” Han Chen gulped. “If he ever finds out, he’ll kill us both.”
“Then we absolutely can’t let him find out. You’ve got to help cover for me,” Ji Xueli grabbed his hand, eyes brimming with fake tears. “Have you forgotten our revolutionary friendship?”
“No, no, no… I’m just going to pretend I don’t know anything. You never told me. I know nothing…” Han Chen turned his head away. He knew exactly what kind of power Duan Qingyu had in Huacheng—no one dared mess with him. And he sure couldn’t afford to either.
Ji Xueli let go of his hand and stared at him expressionlessly. “Who pays your salary? Who lets you live in a luxury apartment? Who buys you designer stuff? Who lets you drive a BMW?”
“…”
In their circle, Ji Xueli paid him way more than most people paid their assistants. Plus, her mom often gave him gifts too…
“Don’t worry, Little Li Li. This matter? Not a single soul will hear it from me. You go ahead and be bold—I’ve got your back,” Han Chen dropped to one knee, placed his right hand over his chest, and struck a solemn, knight-like pose.
“Mhm. You may rise,” Ji Xueli lifted her hand with satisfaction.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“If this leaks out, I won’t wait for Duan Qingyu to act—I’ll kill you first,” Ji Xueli said with a sweet smile.
“Yes…” Han Chen nodded with tears in his eyes.
In the car, Han Chen still looked gloomy and full of dread. “Li Li, you’re really not afraid the Young Master will find out you’re playing him?”
Afraid? She was scared to death…
But she’d already died once—being alive still felt better.
“Afraid? When have I ever been afraid? If the sky falls, I’ll just kneel.” Ji Xueli scrolled on her phone, saying the most cowardly thing with the most badass tone.
Han Chen looked even more depressed.
“Besides, Duan Qingyu probably doesn’t even like me yet. I can slowly back out later,” she added.
“True, true. Then Li Li, you better avoid having any more contact with him for now,” Han Chen nodded seriously.
“I know.”
But just as she finished speaking, her phone rang. It was Chengdu.
“Li Li, you’re awake? How’s your foot?” Chengdu’s voice was full of concern.
“I’m fine. What about you? You were pretty drunk last night,” Ji Xueli laughed softly.
“I’m fine too. I was going to visit you yesterday, but the Young Master stopped me, so I didn’t. Want to have dinner tonight? We can play some cards too—it’s been a while,” Chengdu said enthusiastically.
But she’d already promised to have dinner with Ji Yanzhou…
“Tonight might not work—I’m heading back to the film set,” Ji Xueli replied with an apologetic smile.
Chengdu sounded super disappointed. “Ah, alright then. We’ll hang out another time.”
“Mhm, bye-bye.”
After hanging up, Chengdu tossed his phone aside and looked at the man sitting at the desk with a serious face. He groaned, “Li Li’s not free tonight, and you’re not either. What a boring night.”
“Why isn’t she free?” Duan Qingyu asked, his voice cold.
“She said she’s going back to the set. It’s not like when we were kids—at least back then we saw her every day.” Chengdu sighed.
“If you’re that bored, go run an errand to the police station for me,” Duan Qingyu glanced at him.
“The police station? Because of Duan Youcheng?” Chengdu perked up immediately.
“Yeah.”
“Leave it to me!”