Chapter 123 An Ruoruo "Coldly Washing Underwear"
Unlike the cheerful laughter of Wen Yao and the other person, An Ruoruo felt a dark cloud hanging over her head.
She has to end this world soon, or she might need dentures—because she grinds her teeth in anger every day.
An Ruoruo found a secluded spot, took out her phone, and contacted the waiter who had applied the prop medicine to her earlier.
The phone rang for a while before being answered. The voice on the other end was very loud but sounded guilty: "I told you, I did all the work, no refund!"
The mixed accents from several provinces gave An Ruoruo a headache, and she was somewhat disdainful of them.
An Ruoruo: "50,000 yuan is nothing, not even worth as much as my hair clip today. I won't ask for it back."
Waiter: "So what do you want from me?"
An Ruoruo kicked the wall in front of her impatiently: "The private room I originally booked has been changed. Now it's the Plum Blossom Song of Heaven room. Go and move the stool that was smeared with medicine yesterday to the new room."
The waiter hesitated, "It's not quite right! The chairs in the Ni Hua Xiang private room and the Mei Hua Sang private room are different."
"Why don't you just replace the whole set of chairs?" An Ruoruo's head ached, and she raised her voice, "There are only seven or eight chairs in total. If you replace them all, I'll give you an extra 100,000!"
"A question!" Upon hearing An Ruoruo's promise, the waiter, who had just been hesitant, immediately agreed readily.
An Ruoruo gave a mocking smile, "Say it again, which chair did you apply the medicine to?"
Waiter: "There's a gap there!"
An Ruoruo's brows were so furrowed they could trap a fly. Just how many provinces had this person's dialect come from? Red is red, why say it's dark red?
An Ruoruo: "Dark red, right?"
The waiter thought to himself, "Why is this customer's accent even stronger than mine?" But whoever pays is the boss.
He eagerly replied, "There's a gap!"
Having solved the problem, An Ruoruo returned to the rose-covered wall with a relaxed expression and a bright smile.
"I'm back, Brother Fu, Sister-in-law, I'll keep taking pictures of you~"
The group spent over an hour taking hundreds of photos—but only fewer than 10 were acceptable.
An Ruoruo's face darkened again, and her voice was cold and ethereal: "Brother Fu, what's the difference between this photo and the one I took half an hour ago?"
Why was that one rejected, but this one was approved?
An Ruoruo felt a strong sense of doubt: Was Fu Jinzhi playing a trick on her?
That shouldn't be the case. Her disguise as An Ruoruo was flawless, so why would Fu Jinzhi target his own friend?
4399: [Host, according to the storyline we purchased, Fu Jinzhi should call you "Ruoruo," but since our arrival, he has been calling you "An Ruoruo."]
An Ruoruo didn't take it to heart at all. "The original owner deliberately acted out some ambiguous scenes with Fu Jinzhi in order to pretend that she was sexually attractive."
"Now that Fu Jinzhi is married, he naturally won't call her that so intimately. You don't understand women's jealousy."
4399 remained silent once again.
Upon hearing An Ruoruo's question, Fu Jinzhi looked disgusted, his eyes saying, "How can you not even understand this?"
He condescended to explain to An Ruoruo, "The numbers on that floral pattern were unlucky."
“And this one,” Fu Jinzhi tapped the screen, a hint of appreciation in her expression, “has a total of 199 visible flower clusters, which sounds like ‘want for a long time,’ making it even more romantic.”
Damn it, 'want it forever'!
An Ruoruo looked at the screen in disbelief; it was a beautiful photo.
Sunlight filters through the gaps in the leaves, dappling the flower wall with a hazy, warm glow. A beautiful couple, one handsome and the other radiant, embrace intimately before the wall, a perfect match for each other.
The whole photo looks like an old oil painting, dreamy and romantic.
But how did Fu Jinzhi figure out that there were 199 flowers in these blurry, layered clusters?!
She gritted her teeth and counted the flowers in the photo, only to discover that there really were 199 visible flowers!
Just as An Ruoruo was feeling lost and distraught, Wen Yao suddenly spoke up to remind her: "Ms. An, thank you for taking the photos. They are very beautiful. I have already posted them on my WeChat Moments."
An Ruoruo: "Oh, thank you for liking it."
What does this have to do with her? It was clearly a trip for three people, yet she was never given a name.
Wen Yao chided, "How can you be so clueless about social etiquette? Come on, give me a like!"
An Ruoruo coldly opened her WeChat Moments, and the first thing she saw was Wen Yao's nine-grid photo.
The nine stunning photos, stained with her blood and sweat, are accompanied by Wen Yao's captions.
[A cure for all dissent: The most beautiful encounter in life is when I happen to pass by, and you happen to be in full bloom. @傅瑾之]
The roses on Fuyun Mountain are so beautiful, I couldn't help but take a few more pictures. Thank you, Mr. Fu, for joining in my antics, thank you for the perfect breeze today, thank you for the vibrant flowers, thank you for the bright and clear sunshine...
Another day filled with little moments of happiness~
An Ruoruo almost crushed her phone. Damn it, Wen Yao practically thanked the pebbles on the ground, but didn't thank her at all, right?
She really doesn't have a name at all!
An Ruoruo viciously tapped the heart icon to like the post, her face even colder than when she had been killing fish at a certain supermarket for 20 years.
In a fit of anger, she snapped. Although she couldn't turn against Wen Yao or strangle Fu Jinzhi, she would never again smile and like Wen Yao's posts on social media.
She would coldly invite this snake-and-rat couple to dinner, coldly take photos of them, and coldly give them "likes"...
They will never see her smile again!
Just as An Ruoruo was caught up in the "cold-faced underwear washing" scene, Wen Yao's voice rang out again.
Wen Yao: "My God, Miss An! You look terrible! You look like you've been working overtime for a month!"
Wen Yao concluded definitively: "You were really starving."
"Let's go eat."
An Ruoruo touched her face, then calmed down and said it didn't matter. This wasn't her face anyway, and she could get a new one soon.
She suddenly smiled gloomily: "Yes, we're going to eat."
Eat quickly, and end this awful world as soon as possible.
As the three of them approached the door of the private room, they saw a waiter wearing an apron being lectured by another man in a suit who looked like a junior manager.
"You really have too much energy for nothing! Why did you have to change chairs? Do you think the Pear Blossom Fragrance chair set matches the Plum Blossom Ode chair set?"
"Quickly, before the guests arrive, change it back for me!"
Upon hearing this, An Ruoruo immediately stepped forward, her expression gentle and generous: "No need to trouble yourself, this is the private room I booked, let's leave it at that for now."
The junior manager was startled and apologized to An Ruoruo and the other two repeatedly. Then, he glanced at the waiter and hurriedly pulled him away.
An Ruoruo breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, she returned in time. If she had been any later, the chair would have been switched back, and that would have been a disaster.
But as soon as An Ruoruo entered the room, her vision went black:
Although the seven chairs have different carvings and shapes, they are all uniformly red!
Which one was the one where the item potion was used?
Seeing An Ruoruo blocking the doorway and not moving for a long time, Fu Jinzhi raised an eyebrow: "Are you going to stand here as a door god?"
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