Chapter 110 Ha, the trial marriage maid has risen to the top.
Fu Jinzhi's dilemma stemmed from An Ruoruo's unusual behavior.
He knew the real An Ruoruo too well, so he subconsciously felt a sense of rejection towards the fake An Ruoruo in front of him, who was flawless.
Perhaps only Fu Jinzhi, whose mind was manipulated by An Rourou in the original novel, would have difficulty noticing An Ruoruo's abnormality.
For An Ruoruo in the original storyline, An Rourou was both her strength and her weakness.
Wen Yao patted Fu Jinzhi on the shoulder, "Don't think too much. If you were really that kind of person, you wouldn't be sitting here reflecting on things."
She considered her words carefully, then said in a serious tone, "Just think of An Ruoruo as having a dual personality, and this is the alternate personality performing on stage."
Upon hearing this, Fu Jinzhi's eyes were filled with complex emotions. He lowered his head and held Wen Yao's hand, "You are very different from before. Has your second personality emerged?"
Wen Yao was slightly taken aback. She thought, "The male lead who isn't brainwashed is different. Fu Jinzhi probably noticed something was wrong with her a long time ago."
After all, she never tried to hide it.
Before taking over the system, Wen Yao still had to keep her origins a secret.
They both knew the truth of the situation, but they still had to pretend to play along.
Wen Yao shook hands with Fu Jinzhi, her almond-shaped eyes bright, twinkling like stars in the dimly lit living room.
Wen Yao: "It's different. I've turned over a new leaf and started a new life!"
The tone was joking, yet subtly suggestive.
Fu Jinzhi seemed to be deep in thought.
The male virtue radar suddenly went off, and he abruptly pulled his hand away from Wen Yao, his face turning pale and ashen.
Fu Jinzhi: "Then, I, I was drugged before..."
Hasn't his innocence been destroyed long ago?!
He's not clean anymore!
"The eyes are indeed the windows to the soul," Wen Yao exclaimed, marveling at how she could actually read Fu Jinzhi's thoughts from his eyes.
Wen Yao remained calm: "It didn't work out. It's fake. I wouldn't even look at you if I were to 'reform myself'."
Fu Jinzhi was unsure what expression to wear. One moment he was relieved that his innocence was still intact, and the next he was furious that someone dared to look down on him...
Fu Jinzhi's lips curled up, but his eyes were icy cold, making him look like a serial killer from a horror movie.
Wen Yao picked up her wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, then tapped the table to remind Fu Jinzhi to come back to his senses.
"Drink up, drink up," Wen Yao said with a smile, her voice teasing, "Today I'll reward you by letting you sleep with me."
8848: Host, with your drinking capacity, you're trying to drink like a human? One cup and you're in bed together, two cups and you're on your wedding night?
Caught off guard by the sudden good news, Fu Jinzhi finished his red wine in a daze and was led back to his room by Wen Yao.
Even after arriving at Wen Yao's bedroom, Fu Jinzhi still felt like it was all unreal.
He looked around; the room, with its light blue and pink tones, had a sweet floral scent, a thick, plush carpet, a warm-toned nightlight, and electronic devices scattered haphazardly on the bedside table…
She has a very youthful and girlish look.
It was a far cry from the cold and tidy appearance it had a few months ago.
Wen Yao poked her head out of the bathroom, her face flushed and her eyes watery.
"What are you standing there for? Come on in!"
An electric current seemed to climb from Fu Jinzhi's tailbone all the way to the back of his head, and his whole body steamed with heat.
Shall we go into the bathroom together?
Isn't taking a bath together a bit too soon? He's not ready yet.
Fu Jinzhi's steps were light and unsteady, as if she were drunk and had imagined a beautiful dream.
He walked into the bathroom, lost in thought, and Wen Yao handed him a toothbrush.
Fu Jinzhi: "..."
Fu Jinzhi's voice was dry, "Did you call me in to brush my teeth?"
Wen Yao, still bewildered, had a toothbrush in her mouth, her voice muffled: "Otherwise what?"
Her eyes then sharpened. Did Fu Jinzhi not want to brush his teeth?
Wen Yao: "You just drank red wine, don't you want to brush your teeth?"
Wen Yao: "People who don't brush their teeth have no right to sit in my bed!"
“Oh…” Fu Jinzhi said indifferently. He squeezed toothpaste onto his toothbrush and brushed his teeth with Wen Yao at the sink.
I really need to examine my own mind. Why did I have such unrealistic expectations of Yao Yao again?
After washing up, the two went to bed.
Seeing Wen Yao flipping through a novel beside him, Fu Jinzhi reminded himself that he must take the initiative.
If they just wait for Wen Yao to take the initiative, they might still be stuck at the stage of sharing a bed even when they are sixty years old.
Startled by his own imagination, Fu Jinzhi pulled Wen Yao into his arms. "Yaoyao, it's past 3 a.m., you should go to sleep."
Wen Yao crawled out of Fu Jinzhi's arms and put the novel aside.
He mumbled, "It's so hot to be hugging and cuddling in the middle of summer!"
Fu Jinzhi: "..."
Having failed to achieve his goal, he dejectedly returned to his own quarters, turned off the nightlight, and lay stiffly on his bed.
Just as he was letting his thoughts wander and considering his next move, Wen Yao unexpectedly snuggled into his arms.
Silky hair cascaded over his shoulders, and Fu Jinzhi's heart skipped a beat: "Didn't you say it was too hot?"
Wen Yao adjusted herself into a comfortable position, then picked up the remote control to lower the temperature.
"It is very hot, but my room does have air conditioning."
Wen Yao poked Fu Jinzhi with a mischievous grin: "Little Fu, do you know what's the difference between humans and other animals?"
"You know how to use tools, you idiot!"
Despite being teased by Wen Yao, Fu Jinzhi couldn't suppress the smile on his face. He hugged Wen Yao tighter and spoke gently:
Goodnight, Yaoyao.
Wen Yao smiled and said, "Goodnight, husband."
Fu Jinzhi was once again in a state of utter confusion.
Having observed everything, 8848 couldn't help but feel pity: Poor Fu Jinzhi, being manipulated by his host.
As the two humans' breathing gradually stabilized, 8848 also entered sleep standby mode.
A pillow of sweet dreams.
Despite going to bed late at night, Fu Jinzhi's biological clock still made him wake up early.
He still remembered Wen Yao sleeping peacefully in his arms before going to sleep, and he couldn't help but wrap his arms around her, but there was nothing in his arms.
Hmm, Yao Yao?
Fu Jinzhi opened his eyes, his handsome face showing some surprise.
Wen Yao had rolled to the other side of the bed at some point, her breathing even and her sleep exceptionally sound.
More importantly, the life-sized body pillow had somehow taken Fu Jinzhi's place, and Wen Yao was clinging to it tightly like an octopus, using both her arms and legs.
Fu Jinzhi: "..."
Ha, the trial marriage maid has risen to the top.
We must find a chance to get rid of this pillow from its comfort zone. He's right here; what need is there for a substitute?
Because he stayed up too late last night, Fu Jinzhi gave himself a day off.
Wen Yao was initially happy that Fu Jinzhi was at home with her, but after a day, that happiness quickly turned into confusion.
At first, the two went to see a movie together. Fu Jinzhi said he would get her snacks and juice, but he was late in returning.
Wen Yao paused the movie and went out to look for him, eventually finding Fu Jinzhi in her own room.
Fu Jinzhi's handsome face was full of coldness. He held mulberry juice in his hand, seemingly intending to spill it on the cushion.
Wen Yao was confused, her voice full of doubt: "Jinzhi, what are you doing?"
Fu Jinzhi stiffened for a moment, then straightened up, her face calm: "I'm getting you some juice."
"From the kitchen to my bedroom?" Wen Yao questioned.
Fu Jinzhi remained calm: "I didn't get enough exercise today, so I'll take a detour and walk a few more steps to get some exercise."
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