Chapter 30 Tang Sanzang: "How is he in that area?"
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Fang Huaixu's words instantly rendered Meng Yao speechless.
Her mind went blank, with only Fang Huaixu's words echoing in her ears: What's wrong with him today? Did he suddenly become enlightened? Bringing up such an ambiguous and dangerous topic.
Her mind raced: although she had indeed been making some silly jokes lately, hadn't the two of them always maintained a clear distance?
Or was it that before this, she had done something that Fang Huaixu considered to be an overstepping of boundaries or an act of affection?
She couldn't understand it at all.
I don't understand his sudden change, I don't understand how he saw through my disguise, and I don't understand what I should do next.
Should I agree to his request? Should I then naturally tell him about my grandmother's illness and ask him to help me find Professor Anderson?
The plan became even more tempting after Fang Huaixu said those words.
If Fang Huaixu really has feelings for her, it means that as long as she accepts his pursuit or confession, she can accept his help with peace of mind.
When she had this idea, she was surprised and stunned for a moment.
In her subconscious judgment, being with Fang Huaixu was no longer a bad thing.
However, another voice arose: With Fang Huaixu's meticulous perfectionist personality, even if he were to confess his feelings, he wouldn't choose such a hasty scene and background, right?
How could someone like him, who habitually uses rational logic to solve all problems, suddenly become so naturally gifted without any warning?
If this "participation in life" doesn't mean what she understands, and she suddenly agrees to the confession, it would undoubtedly put both of them in the most awkward position.
The newly ignited flame was instantly extinguished by this thought. She analyzed it carefully, raised her head and looked directly at him, deciding to first determine the differences between them.
"I need to confirm this first. I'll give you my answer after you answer me," her voice was a little dry with nervousness. "Do you understand what it means to be involved in someone else's life?"
She stared at him intently, unwilling to miss any subtle change in his expression.
Fang Huaixu was somewhat surprised by her sudden question. After raising his eyebrows and thinking for a moment, he answered very carefully: "It means that we will have a more stable relationship where we can help each other without expecting anything in return."
A mutually supportive relationship that goes beyond friendship.
Meng Yao breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, and even wanted to laugh a little, especially when she heard the sentence "help can be provided without additional compensation".
His intentions are too obvious; he's just being a nice guy again and wants to help her. Fang Huaixu is really bad at lying and has made so many blunders.
Thinking about her intense inner monologue just now, she covered her face in shame: she had actually panicked because of his words, how embarrassing! How could she have almost misunderstood him?
What's even more terrifying is that she doesn't seem to mind taking things further in her relationship with him. That's too casual; it's not like her at all.
It's one thing for Fang Huaixu to be abnormal, but how did she end up being dragged along like this...?
Just as she was lost in her own frustration, a cold touch came to her cheek, making her instinctively flinch and look up in surprise.
Fang Huaixu took out a can of iced cola at some point and gently touched her face with one hand.
Seeing her finally lift her face, he smiled as if he had successfully played a prank. He extended his index finger from his large hand holding the jar, deftly snapped it open and pulled it open, and his deep voice followed with a hissing sound of bubbles: "Why is your face so red? Did I go too far with my joke?"
Meng Yao pursed her lips as she watched him place the can of cola in front of her, then took a step back, maintaining a perfectly gentlemanly distance, and said in a steady voice, "What did Miss Paper Tiger say before? She's easily teased and doesn't catch jokes... Is that how you are now?"
Meng Yao was speechless with frustration, watching helplessly as he continued to smooth things over: "Don't be nervous, we're just a contract couple, there won't be any overstepping of boundaries, I wouldn't really force you to say those things."
Meng Yao completely disagreed; what he said tonight was definitely not a joke.
Fang Huaixu was a man who rarely spoke unnecessary words. When he joked, he would only say a few words and then quickly end the conversation, so as not to make the other person feel embarrassed to the point of no return.
He definitely said that on purpose.
But the problem is that she's in an awkward position right now.
Normally, she would definitely press Fang Huaixu to find out his true thoughts, at least to prevent him from gaining the upper hand.
But after that embarrassing moment of self-delusion, all she wanted now was to end this damn topic as quickly as possible, lest the situation spiral out of her control again.
"Okay...you win this time."
She forced a smile, took the cola, and took a sip to calm herself. Her voice, feigning ease, carried a hint of perfunctory agreement: "I was nervous. I just didn't react for a moment..."
"……oh."
Fang Huaixu hesitated, his gaze darting uncertainly towards the door as if deep in thought. Suddenly, he abruptly raised his hand and touched his temple.
Meng Yao noticed the awkward atmosphere and took the initiative to speak: "The charity gala is in two days, and I haven't received any information about what to prepare yet."
Fang Huaixu snapped out of his thoughts: "No need to prepare, everything has been arranged. You and I will attend together, and Chen Jie will pick you up. The dress and jewelry have already been ordered."
"Okay," Meng Yao nodded, unable to think of any other topics: "So... is there anything else planned?"
Fang Huaixu looked at her silently for a while, then strangely touched his temple again, turned around and walked out of the study: "...You should get some rest. I'm a little tired today, so I'll be going now."
“…Okay.” Meng Yao watched him leave.
After the door was gently closed, she let out a long sigh and slumped into the chair, staring blankly at the ceiling for a long time.
What just happened was so thrilling; every detail is still vivid in my mind.
She was troubled by Fang Huaixu's words, and even regretted that she was too nervous at the time and did not have time to think it through. Even if it was just a mutual help relationship that was more than friends, she should have jokingly acknowledged it.
Even if they didn't believe his so-called promise, if Lin Tianhai couldn't contact Professor Anderson, they would have to ask Fang Huaixu for help with their grandmother's matter. It was better to just make an empty promise.
be terribly upset.
Unbeknownst to her, there was someone else outside the door, equally distraught, who hadn't left at all.
Fang Huaixu leaned against the wall of the corridor and sighed deeply.
He noticed Meng Yao's distress as soon as he got back today, so he spoke mostly the truth tonight. He originally wanted to use jokes to get her to accept his help in a way that would make her feel better, and also to make their relationship less formal and stiff than before.
That was his original plan.
But it seems he messed things up again.
Contrary to his expectations, she didn't accept their closer relationship with a sly smile; instead, she acted completely out of character...
Did she blush?
He had never considered this possibility, and he had almost never seen that expression on her face.
Feeling lost and panicked.
There was even a hint of...shyness in it that he couldn't quite put his finger on?
In that instant, he felt his heart pounding in his throat, and he felt so helpless that he wished he could reach out and stop his heartbeat. He could only pray that Meng Yao would say something like she used to.
But she hesitated with difficulty, as if her neck was being choked, unable to utter a single word.
He didn't understand, he wasn't sure what he had said wrong, or which sentence was problematic, but he was certain that things were definitely not going in the direction he had originally planned.
But given his thought process, even after thinking about it all night in his room, he still couldn't figure it out. In the end, he had no choice but to call Chen Jie.
After dawn, it was as if nothing had happened. The two were busy with their own lives until three days later, when the charity gala took place as scheduled.
In the afternoon, when Chen Jie took her to the villa where she was getting her makeup and hair done, Fang Huaixu's styling was almost finished.
His hair was meticulously combed back, revealing a smooth forehead and handsome features. A well-tailored suit accentuated his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and excellent physique. He was sitting in a chair with his long legs casually crossed, quietly waiting for the stylist to finalize the look.
Upon seeing Meng Yao and Chen Jie at the door, the small, bright mole under his eye became even more captivating with his smile. He naturally introduced her to the people around him: "This is my wife, Meng Yao. You can call her President Meng."
A constant stream of sounds rang out from all around.
"Hello, Mr. Meng."
"Good afternoon, Mr. Meng."
"..."
"What...you're here so soon?"
However, the next second, a clear and cheerful male voice broke the harmony, and a handsome and lively face peeked out from behind the curtain not far away.
A boy with a small braid tied around his forehead popped out and excitedly greeted Meng Yao: "Hey! You really didn't lie to me, you actually have a wife!"
He approached Meng Yao with a big smile, as if he wanted to see into her pores. His overly familiar manner startled Meng Yao, who wasn't exactly introverted.
But he seemed completely unfazed, cupping his face and exclaiming dramatically, "Oh my god, so beautiful! The eyes and nose are so delicate. You definitely wouldn't get this effect if you'd had surgery. Could this be from plastic surgery? Baby, can I pinch your cheeks...?"
"Silas, you're too frivolous."
Fang Huaixu interrupted his rambling, his brows furrowed and the veins on his forehead bulging: "Watch your words and actions. Go and prepare to help President Meng with her makeup. If you do this again, I'll replace you."
"Are you crazy? Who do you think I am that you're jealous of me? What's so frivolous about me calling you 'baby'? Why don't you go to an internet cafe..."
The boy named "Silas" rolled his eyes in annoyance and went upstairs to prepare the tools, grumbling on and on.
This was the first time Meng Yao had ever met someone like this, and she watched him walk away, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
Fang Huaixu couldn't get up easily, but seeing that her attention had returned to him, he sighed and explained to her, "He's a friend I've known since childhood, and he's a fairly well-known celebrity makeup artist in the industry. He has no flaws except for being a chatterbox."
He seemed to have thought of something and added seriously, "You'll be going upstairs alone later. If he asks you questions you don't like... never mind, it's not necessary. No matter what he says, just ignore him. What he says is really inappropriate..."
"Who are you calling incompetent?"
A voice echoed from above. Silas leaned against the stair railing, his eyes fixed on the movements below, and snorted coldly, "I'll go back and tell Old Man Fang that you want to go home."
Fang Huaixu was utterly speechless, his brow furrowed with impatience: "Then guess how I'll deal with you, this great contributor, after I become the next Old Man Fang."
"...Chatting with you is really boring."
Silas, feeling awkward, quickly went upstairs and left.
But this was the first time Meng Yao had ever seen such intense emotion on Fang Huaixu's usually calm and composed face, and she found it incredibly novel.
She hadn't had high expectations for the banquet, but the moment it started, she sensed some gossip. She immediately perked up and cleared her throat, saying, "Then I'll go upstairs and get ready."
Fang Huaixu's expression quickly softened: "Okay, I'll wait for you downstairs."
She went upstairs full of anticipation. Silas sat in front of the vanity mirror and gently tapped the table. His expression was serious, completely different from his playful demeanor just now.
For a moment, Meng Yao even doubted whether the person downstairs was the same one upstairs, but she quickly adapted and sat down with a serious expression.
The two sat there stiffly, staring at each other for a few seconds. Meng Yao thought he was about to start getting ready for makeup, but unexpectedly, Silas raised an eyebrow and chuckled softly, "Still pretending to be serious? I watched your live stream before I came here. We're definitely the same kind of people..."
Meng Yao almost burst out laughing at his words, but still pretended not to understand: "What... a live stream?"
Silas scoffed, flipped open her phone, and shook her finger knowingly: "I've been annoyed by that Lin Yue for years. Doing her makeup makes me feel like her servant, so arrogant. That's why I've been watching your live streams since you first started, and I haven't missed a single one."
As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately showed the "Yang Yiyao" premium fan light board on his phone screen, excitedly leaning closer, almost unable to contain himself: "Quick, quick, tell me, tell me... about the incident a few days ago where Lin Yue's two boyfriends got into a fight at the hotel, did you take the blame for her or is it true?"
Meng Yao never dreamed that the pent-up frustration she had suffered before could be vented offline like this. Instantly, she opened up as if she had found a close friend: "My God, where would I find the time to date, let alone two people? You have no idea, her dad and her team gave me two sets of money..."
The two of them kept talking and doing their makeup, chatting endlessly about Lin Yue, revealing all of Lin Yue's bad behavior over the years. Their relationship progressed by leaps and bounds, and they almost wanted to become sworn brothers on the spot.
Silas became increasingly enthusiastic, her eyes shining as she repeatedly praised, "That's so right! How can you say something that touches my heart so perfectly? When I first watched your live stream, I knew you would definitely be my soulmate..."
After venting the pent-up frustration that had been building up for three years, Meng Yao felt incredibly relieved.
Silas calmed her agitated emotions and patted her chest: "I'm really not reconciled, sister. How come that old virgin Fang Huaixu can marry such an interesting woman like you? What did you see in him?"
Meng Yao was still in shock when he used the forbidden words from the very beginning, leaving her speechless. But Silas didn't notice her odd behavior and started ranting and raving about Fang Huaixu.
"He's so incredibly boring. Every time he tells a joke, a balloon flies away from a child's hand. I've known him for over twenty years, and all he does every day is study and work. If I remember correctly, does he still get up at 7 a.m. every day to go to work? I really don't know what's so great about that job, what's the point... I really can't imagine how he managed to win you over. You two couldn't have been coworkers, could you?"
Meng Yao's face stiffened, and she began to regret not heeding Fang Huaixu's advice to pretend to be mute: Should she even act this out...?
"...Actually, I didn't pursue him much. I just felt he was a nice person, and we naturally got together." In the end, she chose a half-truthful answer.
Fortunately, Silas didn't suspect anything at all, and with a pout, he showed an expression that said, "You're too kind. If you ask me, he's just good-looking... but you can't live a life based on looks alone. Anyway, I definitely couldn't stand it. He's been the same since he was a child, just like a Tang Monk, rigid and inflexible, dull, stubborn and inhuman. I even wondered if the doctor cut his genitals as an umbilical cord when he was born."
Meng Yao's face flushed red. This topic was far beyond what a 24-year-old female college student like her could discuss openly without blushing or skipping a beat.
Silas finally realized that Meng Yao was acting strangely, but he didn't realize that his words had been too bold. He softened his tone, "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I forgot that he's your husband now, I'm slapping myself..."
"No, no... it's nothing." Meng Yao tried to calm herself down.
Silas suddenly seemed to remember something and came up with another mischievous idea, leaning closer: "But I'm actually a little curious, how's that old virgin... in that area?"
Author's note: I'm late (choking up)
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