Chapter 41 The Flaw: It turns out he wasn't as naive as she imagined...
"Where did you go during the National Day holiday? I noticed your WeChat step count was only one or two steps a day," Ji Lan suddenly asked.
What is WeChat step count?
Zhuang Fuyao dared not lie about the unknown, fearing exposure. "Oh, I just went on a trip to Yunnan Province."
“A few years ago, your dad and I went to Yunnan Province. The environment there was quite nice. Which route did you take?”
"We went to the snow-capped mountains."
Ji Lan smiled and said, "Then we took a different route. Last time, your dad and I went to the border. I've never even seen a snow-capped mountain before. Was it fun?"
"It's quite fun. The scenery there is beautiful, and it's very comfortable to stay there."
"As long as you're happy, you really should go out more." Ji Lan asked casually, "However, I saw on the news that Yunnan Province had heavy rain recently. If that's the case, you must have been staying in the hotel for several days?"
Zhuang Fuyao already knew that Ms. Ji was testing her. She nodded and said, "Yes, and to make matters worse, I also had a fever. My friend took care of me for two days."
"Did you have a fever? Have you recovered yet?"
"It's all better now, and I can eat anything with gusto."
Ji Lan was relieved and asked again, "Which friend of yours? Do I know them?"
Zhuang Fuyao pretended to be calm and said, "I just met her a while ago, you don't know her."
"Um."
At this point, Ji Lan stopped asking questions.
If what the daughter says is true, there's no need to ask any further. If the daughter is lying, she won't get any answers by continuing to ask.
After tidying up the room, they went downstairs and saw Liang Huaixu, assuming he had just arrived home.
"Xiao Liang is back."
Beside Ji Lan, Zhuang Fuyao tried her best to wink at him.
"Aunt Lan."
Liang Huaixu greeted Ji Lan calmly and changed his form of address.
Ji Lan smiled. "I didn't even tell you. You don't mind, do you?"
"Of course not, I'm happy to have you here." Liang Huaixu replied with ease. When it was time for dinner, he invited Ji Lan to stay for a meal at his home.
Ji Lan wanted to continue observing, so she agreed.
In the kitchen, the chefs and housekeepers are preparing ingredients.
With Butler Cao away, Aunt Yuan had to keep an eye on everything at home, so she was also in the kitchen at this time.
"My God! Isn't that Ji Lan outside?"
"It seems so."
"I just heard Miss Zhuang call Ji Lan 'Mom'. Miss Zhuang is actually Ji Lan's daughter... Sigh, I really want to ask for her autograph, but I don't dare."
"Since the gentleman is here, it's best not to go."
“That’s true,” she sighed. “I’ve been watching Ji Lan’s dramas these past few days; they’re truly classics. She’s even more elegant in person than on screen. If you didn’t know her age, you wouldn’t guess she’s sixty; she looks younger than me.”
"But isn't Ji Lan childless by choice?"
"Are you confused? All the posts I've seen say that Ji Lan has a daughter, and there are even photos online of her bringing her daughter to the film set before."
“Really? But if that’s the case, Ji Lan’s daughter must be quite old, which doesn’t quite match Miss Zhuang’s age.”
"It's probably my youngest daughter."
"However, Ji Lan actually called Mr. Liang 'Little Liang'."
"That's normal, after all, there's a generational difference."
"Even someone of higher seniority wouldn't dare to address someone like that, and the key point is that the gentleman responded with a humble expression."
"That might be because of Miss Zhuang. Maybe something good is coming soon... But being called 'little' by your mother-in-law doesn't count."
Aunt Yuan has been a loyal fan of Ji Lan for many years. She not only knows that Ji Lan's husband is a high school principal, but also that Ji Lan and her husband only have one daughter.
Listening to their discussion, she turned around thoughtfully.
……
At the dinner table, Ms. Ji's probing and pressure were not merely superficial.
Zhuang Fuyao didn't feel relaxed throughout the meal.
Before leaving, Ms. Ji had a private chat with her for a while, this time directly and explicitly stating her intentions.
She told her not to make the same mistake twice; she could stay there, but she had to keep her distance from Liang Huaixu. She also said she would come over from time to time to check on things.
Zhuang Fuyao obediently agreed and repeatedly assured Ms. Ji that she had no other thoughts about Liang Huaixu, which put Ms. Ji at ease.
After seeing Ms. Ji off, she returned to her room and immediately reviewed everything to see if she had slipped up today.
In the room, when Ms. Ji asked her about her experiences in Yunnan Province, Zhuang Fuyao panicked. A fierce mental battle raged within her, trying to figure out how to recount her experiences from those days in a way that was both truthful and unsubstantiated.
To her relief, Ms. Ji didn't ask for details and skipped the topic.
Zhuang Fuyao patted her chest, still feeling nervous when she thought about it now.
Although Ms. Ji is more open-minded than her peers, quick to accept new things, and keeps up with the times, we respect her preferences and rarely interfere in her affairs.
However, when it comes to crucial life choices, Ms. Ji will strictly oversee the process, and may even make the choices for her.
In summary, Ms. Ji is a contradictory figure who is both enlightened and autocratic.
While reviewing the events, Zhuang Fuyao suddenly noticed some odd details. After figuring out what was wrong, a bold idea popped into her head.
Is it possible that Liang Huaixu helping her... wasn't a dream?
Zhuang Fuyao pulled out the bow-tie underwear from those days and thought about it carefully. She was increasingly leaning towards this answer, and just thinking about it made her mouth dry.
However, we can't just guess; we need to find ways to verify it.
Zhuang Fuyao folded five small stars and went to the study to find Liang Huaixu.
Why are you here?
Liang Huaixu was slightly surprised.
Today he was wearing black striped pajamas and glasses, and he looked both lazy and dignified as he focused on his work.
Zhuang Fuyao casually remarked, "You changed your glasses."
As she spoke, she sat directly on his desk, spreading her hands out, "Let me see."
"What?"
"Glasses."
Liang Huaixu's eyes flickered, somewhat puzzled, but he still took it off and gave it to her.
"It's still only half-framed," Zhuang Fuyao murmured.
No wonder he seemed different when he first walked in. They say men look most charming in half-rimmed glasses.
Looking at it this way, it actually does seem a bit like the real thing.
He had only changed his glasses, which lessened his overly composed, old-fashioned aura. In addition, the two buttons on the front of his pajamas were undone, and for a moment, Zhuang Fuyao felt that he had the air of a refined scoundrel.
She twirled his glasses with her fingers, a hint of unintentional probing in her voice, "When can the farmhand find another job?"
Just a simple sentence. It made Liang Huaixu's ears burn involuntarily. He lowered his eyes and subconsciously adjusted his glasses, forgetting they were in her hand. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself as he asked, "Have you been very tired these past few days?"
She responded with an ambiguous reply.
Liang Huaixu frowned, as if he was pondering some important national matter.
Zhuang Fuyao urged him, "Is it okay?"
A hint of embarrassment flashed in Liang Huaixu's eyes, "If you really want to, you can..."
He added, "But it can only be a massage."
Upon hearing the word "massage," Zhuang Fuyao knowingly raised the corners of her lips, her tone innocent, "What else could it be but a massage?"
Liang Huaixu couldn't answer for a long time, and the temperature of his ear tips became even hotter.
Seeing his expression, Zhuang Fuyao felt helpless yet amused, and took out five stars from her pocket and placed them on the table.
"Thank you for the five-star review last time, Dr. Liang." She said as she put the glasses she had just been playing with on his back.
A faint, sweet aroma wafted over, and Liang Huaixu's Adam's apple bobbed slightly. "So, do you need any today?"
Zhuang Fuyao was busy going back to make her mind map. "Next time, I'll make an appointment with Dr. Liang in advance."
"Um."
After she left, Liang Huaixu breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt inexplicably lost. He took off his glasses again and lingered on every spot she had just touched.
After a long pause, he sighed.
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After returning to her room, Zhuang Fuyao lay on the bed and worked on her mind map.
Liang Huaixu was usually so calm and collected, and coupled with the fact that she had just recovered from a fever and was not fully conscious, she never imagined that the man in her dream, who was restrained yet uncontrollably aroused and exuded a Gu-like aura, was actually a real person. She almost thought it was a dream.
It turned out that he wasn't as unmoved as she had imagined.
This realization was like unwrapping a gift box; each layer revealed a surprise. Zhuang Fuyao slightly crossed her legs, her cheeks flushed to the point of breaking, her eyes glistening with a faint moisture, and her breath growing warm and moist. Her mind was filled with images from that day.
...
The next morning, Zhuang Fuyao browsed Weibo while still in bed.
Yesterday, after Ms. Ji used her WeChat steps to determine her whereabouts, she consulted her friends to see if there were any other places where her private data might be exposed, in order to prevent Ms. Ji from making any further judgments from these clues next time.
Song Qing said that Weibo access records have recently been released, so if you want to see your ex, remember to subscribe to a membership to clear the records.
Her ex was Liang Huaixu, who didn't have a Weibo account, so she didn't have any concerns about that. But thinking about what happened last night, she still clicked on the visitor list as if possessed.
The results did indeed show that someone had visited recently.
Driven by curiosity, Zhuang Fuyao couldn't resist subscribing to a social networking membership, and then she saw—
The other party visited your site frequently yesterday.
The name is a string of English words, and the profile picture is a landscape image.
Despite the lack of significant information, it evokes a strong sense of Liang Huaixu.
Especially when she zooms in on the profile picture.
Looking at this familiar picture of the golden mountains bathed in sunlight, Zhuang Fuyao's expression was quite interesting, and her heart was itching with longing.
She wanted to add fuel to the fire one last time, to see what Liang Huaixu would be like when he lost control and broke down.
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