Chapter 14: Mr. Fu’s Woman

Jiang You made a decision in an instant.

She tightened her voice and pretended to be half-drunk, just waking up: “I just woke up… Uncle Fu, where are we?”

The voice on the other end of the phone paused for three seconds before responding: “Do you not remember what happened last night?”

Jiang You: “I don’t seem to remember. I only remember going to a bar, drinking, and then I don’t remember anything after that.”

Fu Jin: “You drank too much last night, so I took you to my place.”

“…Oh, I see…”

“Are you feeling okay? You drank so much yesterday.”

“I’m fine now.”

A soft laugh came from the phone: “That’s good. Go wash up, and I’ll have someone bring you some food.”

Jiang You: “Okay, thank you, Uncle Fu!”

Last night was a bit awkward, so it was better to play dumb…

A night of sleep not only restored her physical strength but also her mental strength. She felt as if she was energized, like she’d gotten a shot of adrenaline.

She had plenty of time to deal with him.

She was determined to do so.

Jiang You hung up the phone, changed into the clothes that Jiang was supposed to bring her yesterday, and walked into the living room to find the dirty clothes from last night so she could wash them.

However, she found them on the balcony, already washed.

Besides the t-shirt and shorts, there were also her…

Underwear and panties.

Fu Jin had washed her underwear!

!!!!!!

A wave of embarrassment rushed straight to her head!

Jiang You quickly closed her eyes in shame, clenching both fists in front of her face, as if this would dissipate the heat on her face. She took quite a while to calm down.

Watching an adult movie was nothing compared to this.

She stared at the hanging underwear, but gradually, the more she looked, the weirder it felt.

The underwear was the most basic style, and the panties were pure cotton, with a cartoon print.

She recalled the scene she had seen last night at the bar, and compared to those women, her own attire was simply… nothing special.

As she was thinking, the doorbell rang. Jiang You opened the door to find a strange man standing there. When he saw her, his face lit up, then he immediately lowered his head.

“Hello, I’m Mr. Fu’s assistant, and I brought you lunch.” The man held a thermal bag.

Jiang You: “Thank you! Please come in.”

The man lowered his gaze as he walked in, placed the items down, turned around, took a step, smiled, nodded, bowed, and closed the door.

“I’ll be going now. Enjoy your meal.”

Jiang You stared in a daze, thinking this person must have been either a soldier for ten years or an AI robot.

The assistant walked out of the building, his heart still pounding.

Oh my god! This is Mr. Fu’s woman!

Who would dare to look now? Run!

After lunch, Jiang You called Wen Nian to go shopping. On the phone, Wen Nian was tearfully complaining about being grounded.

“Grounded?” Jiang You laughed, “Did you watch too much The Legend of Zhen Huan?”

Wen Nian huffed: “It’s because of my uncle! You have no idea how extreme he is. This morning, he called my dad and said I went to a bar last night, danced with strangers, and now my dad not only took away my card but also grounded me for a week!”

Fu Jin was simply like the modern-day King Zhou, a tyrant of the present age, domineering and oppressive, bullying innocent young girls!

Jiang You: “Girl, although I sympathize with you, your uncle’s right about what happened!”

“Which side are you on?” Wen Nian gritted her teeth.

Jiang You quickly surrendered: “Definitely on your side!”

“Tch!”

The way she said it seemed like, if I believe you, then it’s like a rooster laying eggs, a plane going underwater, and the enemy soldiers suddenly starting sincere confessions.

Luckily, Wen Nian didn’t dwell on this matter.

“Hey, do you know the guy I danced with last night?”

As soon as Jiang You heard this, she knew a ghost story was coming. She played along: “How would I know?”

“Heh heh heh—It was Jian Shuran!”

“Who is that?” Jiang You blurted out.

Wen Nian mocked: “You don’t know? He’s that popular young hunk recently, the male lead in Living Next to the Boss!”

Living Next to the Boss had been a hit drama recently.

Jiang You vaguely remembered.

During that time, Wen Nian had kept talking about how popular the drama was, but because of the college entrance exams, she hadn’t watched a single episode for two months, and only binge-watched it on the night of the eighth.

The male lead in the drama had fox-like eyes, rimless glasses, and a scholarly appearance…

Jiang You felt like the alcohol-induced craziness had carried over to today.

Oh my god, isn’t that the same young man who was almost sent to Southeast Asia by Wen Nian’s dad?

Turns out, it was Cupid who had drunk too much.

To make it simple, Jian Shuran attended a gathering at Sheng Tang last night, accidentally bumped into Wen Nian, and tried to strike up a conversation, only to realize Wen Nian had already forgotten about him.

In order to prove his male and idol appeal, Jian Shuran invited the young lady to a hot dance, trying to save his face.

At the time, Jian Shuran had been a newcomer, and when given the boss’s orders, he had enthusiastically gone to celebrate the birthday of a rich young lady, probably fantasizing about becoming her ideal match! But who could have guessed, just twenty minutes later, he was replaced by the lady’s boss.

Jian Shuran’s expression at that time was easy to imagine.

Jiang You couldn’t stop laughing like a goose, finally stopping after a long while.

“So, what did you think? Did you feel the connection while dancing last night?”

Wen Nian’s voice suddenly became low: “I did.”

Jiang You: “That fast?”

Wen Nian: “It reminded me of Su Rui.”

Jiang You fell silent.

You can’t just forget someone you truly loved.

What’s more, Wen Nian’s first love had been Su Rui.

After all, Wen Nian danced with Jian Shuran last night because Jian Shuran’s looks and vibe reminded her of Su Rui.

As expected, there’s no such thing as a “substitute” that comes first or last, it all depends on who you like.

Wen Nian’s type was the “gentlemanly scoundrel,” but who knew Su Rui was not only gentle but also truly a scoundrel.

Jiang You comforted her for a while. Wen Nian said she felt better, but Jiang You knew that emotional wounds could only be healed by oneself.

After hanging up, shopping was no longer an option. It wasn’t fun alone. After thinking for a moment, Jiang You decided to visit Qi Ye and then head back to Fu’s old house.

Before leaving, she sent Fu Jin a message, letting him know she was going out to meet a friend.

After an hour on the subway, Jiang You arrived in the old district and turned into an old street.

Qi Ye lived at the north end of the street.

Jiang You bought a big watermelon, grapes, and lychees at a fruit shop on the street.

She turned right, walked through winding paths, and arrived at Qi Ye’s house in the deep alley.

This was the oldest house in the city.

A tiled roof, grey brick walls, and red wooden windows.

Jiang You stopped in front of a metal-framed door, gently knocked, and the wooden door opened first. Qi Ye’s slender, handsome face appeared behind the screen door.

“Jiang You? What are you doing here?” Qi Ye was pleasantly surprised and opened the screen door.

Jiang You: “You didn’t come out to play with us yesterday, so I came to check on you.”

Once inside, the living room appeared: on the left was a wooden sofa, opposite it was an old-fashioned television, and to the left near the corner was a wooden dining table with three chairs.

There was no air conditioning inside, only a fan.

Qi Ye wore grey slippers, and the sound of his steps echoed on the cement floor.

“I was playing games at home yesterday.”

Jiang You handed him the fruit: “Eat some watermelon.”

Qi Ye took the fruit and walked out of the living room, through a small courtyard, and turned on an outdoor water faucet by the wall to wash the dirt off the watermelon.

Jiang You leaned against the kitchen door and watched: “Were you playing games just now?”

“No, I’ve been playing all day. Took a break. My eyes hurt.”

“Can you make money doing that?”

“Pretty good. I’m playing mobile games now. I’m saving up to buy a computer. Online games are more profitable.”

Jiang You gave him a thumbs up.

A rare smile appeared on the boy’s gloomy face.