Chapter 109 No way, he really came to take her with him?
Water droplets fell in strings, wetting the handmade carpet, and Mrs. Ann's heart stopped for a moment.
Seriously? He's really taking her with him?
She hasn't lived enough yet!
Madam An's dignified expression froze, and she quickly distanced herself from An Ruoruo:
"Ruoruo, wait a minute! I was just thinking about it casually, and I don't want to leave yet!"
An Ruoruo was stunned. What did she mean by wanting to leave? She hadn't said where she was taking Madam An!
An Ruoruo asked, her voice confused, "Mom, what are you talking about?"
Although it was the height of summer, the night was still somewhat chilly, especially since she was soaked to the bone.
"Achoo!" An Ruoruo sneezed loudly.
The sound stunned Madam An. She murmured, "Can ghosts sneeze?"
An Ruoruo's forehead veins throbbed; she finally understood what Madam An had been talking about.
It turns out they thought she was dead and came back to claim her life.
Speechless, An Ruoruo's face showed a mixture of sadness and joy. "Mom, I didn't die, I'm back."
Madam An's pupils dilated in shock, then she trembled as she stood up and pulled An Ruoruo into her arms.
An Ruoruo breathed a sigh of relief: This is the kind of scene a mother and daughter should have when they reunite!
Not wanting to disturb the mother and daughter's reunion, Wen Yao and her two companions only made a brief appearance.
Before leaving, Fu Jinzhi spoke to Madam An with a very tactless tone: "Aunt An, you'd better take her for a paternity test tomorrow, just in case."
Madam An was furious and embarrassed. She said coldly, "Don't I recognize my own daughter?"
Fu Jinzhi's handsome face remained expressionless: "You don't understand An Ruoruo."
Madam An's relationship with An Ruoruo was lukewarm; An Ruoruo was more like a weapon in her hands than a daughter.
When it comes to understanding An Ruoruo, perhaps Madam An doesn't know as well as Fu Yan.
To put it bluntly, no mother who truly loves her daughter would instinctively run away from her daughter's ghost upon seeing her ghost.
Mrs. An's sadness over the years has been somewhat theatrical.
Madam An looked very displeased after being so bluntly exposed by Fu Jinzhi.
She haughtily raised her head and led An Ruoruo upstairs to change clothes, signaling the housekeeper to send Fu Jinzhi and the others away.
All that remained were Wen Yao and the others' cold, indifferent backs.
A dozen seconds later, An Ruoruo's wet leather high heels gave way, the soles of the shoes slipped off, leaving only the uppers hanging on her feet.
She and Mrs. Anne, who was holding her arm, fell down the spiral staircase together.
An Ruoruo's face contorted in pain as her joints were struck again.
Damn, just how much bad luck does An Rourou have? She can't be cursed for life after just one breath, can she?!
8848: [Host, the smuggler must be on An Ruoruo!]
Wen Yao's mouth dropped open in surprise: "Is there a bad luck system?"
8848 scoffed: "Of course not."
8848: [But An Ruoruo's current state of being plagued by bad luck today is very much like a prop being used incorrectly and backfiring.]
Reflecting on her experience tonight, Wen Yao agreed, "Ordinary people rarely experience such a concentrated period of bad luck."
Moreover, as soon as An Ruoruo appeared, 8848 sensed the energy fluctuations of the stowaway. Where did so many coincidences come from?
It was late at night when Wen Yao returned to Moon Bay Villa, and she lay down in her beloved jacuzzi.
The aroma of essential oils filled the bathroom, achieving a low-key incense-burning bath experience.
Wen Yao clasped her hands together and said, "Come on, 8848, I'm ready."
"Draw your mission rewards!"
[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have obtained the item [Female Supporting Character Debuff Fragment].]
[Props Description: In old-fashioned novels, the female supporting characters always end up losing more than they gain. Whether they are clumsy or cunning, their true colors are always exposed by the protagonist.]
The person chosen by the fragment will have their scheme exposed within 24 hours, no matter how meticulously they prepare.
Wen Yao's eyes crinkled into a smile; this was so fitting for the occasion, making her think of An Ruoruo tonight.
Wen Yao: "Do you think An Ruoruo is still the same An Ruoruo as before?"
8848's mechanical voice was indifferent: "I don't know, but I can analyze a few possibilities for you."
8848: [When the system selects a host, the first choice is the original body, so An Ruoruo will remain the original body.]
[The second option is to take the host's soul with him, in which case only the body remains An Ruoruo's.]
The third method is reshaping, which involves simply taking over the identity of the original inhabitant and importing the body data and soul of a selected host, thus eliminating any connection between them and An Ruoruo.
Wen Yao stroked her chin: "So, I'm the third type?"
8848: "That's right."
Wen Yao felt energetic despite the late hour, having experienced so much today.
She licked her lips and suddenly wanted to go downstairs to eat a box of ice cream.
Wen Yao rolled out of bed and went downstairs in her slippers.
The warm light from the refrigerator illuminated Wen Yao's somewhat solemn expression.
Wen Yao: "Pomegranate Consort, Strawberry Consort, Clever Consort, Wine Consort, and Coffee Consort... are all my favorites."
"Who should we choose to serve you tonight?"
"I think it's so late, only Consort Jin is the most suitable." A soft voice came from the sofa.
Wen Yao's back stiffened. She slowly turned her head and saw Fu Jinzhi sitting on the sofa, watching her for an unknown amount of time.
Wen Yao slammed the refrigerator shut, her expression innocent: "What a coincidence, Xiao Fu, what are you doing downstairs?"
"If you weren't downstairs, how could you have seen someone secretly eating ice cream late at night?" Fu Jinzhi stood up and rubbed his temples with his long, slender fingers.
His handsome, godlike face appeared even more profound in the dim light, yet also carried a hint of weariness.
Wen Yao suddenly felt a pang of sympathy. Insomnia was Fu Jinzhi's persona, and no amount of doctors could cure it.
It's unclear how far the story will progress before he is healed.
Wen Yao leaned closer to the sofa, her nostrils flaring as she caught a whiff of alcohol. She gave a cold laugh: "Only officials are allowed to set fires, while commoners are forbidden to light lamps?"
Wen Yao: "You can drink alcohol in the middle of the night, but I can't enjoy ice cream?"
Fu Jinzhi was speechless. He drank red wine to help him sleep, but it sounded like an excuse.
He sighed: "Then what will it take for you to forgive me?"
A glint of malice flashed in Fu Jinzhi's eyes. "Don't even mention wanting ice cream. I won't agree. It's not good for your health."
Knowing that her ice cream plan had fallen through, Wen Yao sat down next to Fu Jinzhi and said, "Then I'll drink with you."
Wen Yao poured a full wine glass, the ruby-red liquid almost overflowing.
She knew absolutely nothing about wine tasting; she would pick up a glass and gulp down a mouthful, treating a bottle of red wine worth hundreds of thousands of yuan no differently than drinking cola.
Fu Jinzhi didn't care about wasting his good wine. He watched Wen Yao's actions, and the gloom between his brows dissipated considerably.
He gently swirled the wine glass in his hand, leaned back on the sofa, and sighed softly, "Yaoyao, I thought I would be very happy to see An Ruoruo back."
"But when I saw her today, I felt nothing at all." Fu Jinzhi brought the wine to his lips and took a sip.
"When I sent her back to Anjia, I even felt a sense of relief."
"We had clearly agreed that once I had power, I would help her break free from the control of the An family."
"I was so faithless, treacherous, and heartless..."
Wen Yao hesitated, knowing the reason but unable to say it aloud.
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