Chapter 137 It's Fu Jinzhi's Turn
It's a pity there are security cameras in the private room, so I can't see it for myself.
With regret in her heart, Wen Yao picked up the tea beside her, took a sip, and ordered herself to be serious.
She rested her chin on her hand, looking at Fu Jinzhi with amusement. "So, Mr. Fu, how about we play the canary game?"
Fu Jinzhi felt a little embarrassed by Wen Yao's gaze and suddenly felt a little insecure. He turned his head slightly, leaving Wen Yao with only a red earlobe.
Wen Yao, caught up in her wicked sense of humor, pinched and played with Fu Jinzhi's hot and soft earlobe in her hand, then sneakily leaned closer.
Wen Yao: "What does this mean? Is it acquiescence or rejection?"
Fu Jinzhi closed his eyes to compose himself, and it took him a long time to regain his composure.
He cupped Wen Yao's fidgeting hand in his palm, regaining control. A hint of ambiguity flickered in his dark eyes as he chuckled softly:
"Okay, little canary."
“If you don’t do a good job, Mr. Fu won’t pay you. I remember you have a sister with cancer, and you don’t want her to…”
Wen Yao's eyes lit up; Fu Jinzhi was really into character!
You're quite the charmer, aren't you?
The world consciousness, solely focused on making Wen Yao miserable: You bastard! You'll be bullied and forced to engage in erotic play, you bastard!
In the days that followed, Wen Yao and Fu Jin would occasionally engage in role-playing as canaries.
Improvisation, spontaneous performance.
That day, when Fu Jin returned to Moon Bay Villa after get off work, he couldn't help but smile as he recalled how Wen Yao had pretended to be a little pushover and waited for him in the entrance hall a couple of days ago.
He didn't rush to change his shoes, and he could faintly hear the sound of a TV series coming from the living room. It was the melodramatic show that Wen Yao had been watching recently.
Fu Jinzhi chuckled and leaned against the entrance hall, saying loudly, "Where is my little canary? Why didn't it come to greet its master today?"
No one responded, and the television became even louder, so loud that it was noisy even from a distance.
Fu Jinzhi was stunned. What was going on? He blew the bird whistle that Wen Yao had taught him the day before yesterday and shouted loudly, "Yao Yao?"
Then, there was a response from the living room: a chorus of footsteps.
Fu Jinzhi suddenly felt uneasy. This wasn't just one person's footsteps. Who else was there?
Wen Yao covered her face in the living room, screaming for help in her mind.
Fu Jinzhi's language skills are relatively relaxed today, but his abstract language makes up for this. If his abstract vocabulary were removed, he might seem rather intellectually challenged.
Mr. and Mrs. Wen were going to a sanatorium in another province for a few days to recuperate. Thinking that they might not be able to return to S City for two or three months, they came to Yuewan Villa to visit their daughter.
Perhaps due to the sadness of parting, Wen's father was exceptionally tolerant of Wen Yao today, making the meeting very harmonious.
After the usual pleasantries, Wen's parents sat with Wen Yao in the living room watching a melodramatic soap opera.
As he watched, Mr. Wen frowned. "This plot is absurd."
Wen Yao looked at her father with a puzzled expression: "Dad, this is a melodramatic soap opera. The point of watching it is the agonizing and exhilarating drama."
Mr. Wen pointed to the girl on the TV screen, "The Luo family here claims to be a Fortune 300 company, a wealthy family, but they don't do paternity tests or blood type tests after the child is born?"
"Will it be until my younger brother gets sick when I'm 20 that we discover the fake heiress has the wrong blood type?"
Mr. Wen's brows furrowed deeper and deeper: "How could a family like ours possibly make such a ridiculous mistake as having both parents with type A blood and a daughter with type B blood, and not discovering it for 20 years!"
Wen Yao remained silent: "Dad, stop talking. When watching this kind of show, you have to put your brain aside and just follow the plot."
"Who has a brain that can be disassembled?!" Mr. Wen retorted.
Wen's mother pinched Wen's father's waist, "You keep talking and talking while watching TV, aren't you annoying? Are you going to watch it or not? If you're not going to watch it, then go away!"
Mr. Wen had no choice but to swallow his doubts and quietly watch TV with his wife and daughter.
Not long after, Fu Jinzhi's voice came from the entrance hall:
"Where is my little canary? Why didn't it come to greet its owner today?"
Wen Yao felt a chill run down her spine and awkwardly dug out a Barbie dream mansion from her feet.
Before Wen's parents could react, they quickly turned the TV volume up to the maximum, attempting to cover up Fu Jinzhi's voice while also serving as a warning.
However, "Whoosh—far away?"
Wen's parents, who were initially wondering, "When did Fu Jinzhi start keeping canaries? I've never heard Yao Yao mention it," suddenly realized what was going on.
After maintaining his refined and easygoing demeanor for half a day, Mr. Wen finally lost his composure. He grabbed his cane and stormed towards the entrance hall in a fit of rage.
Wen Yao and her mother exchanged a glance and immediately got up to stop the furious Wen father.
If Wen's father hadn't stopped her, she/her daughter would basically be a widow today!
Fu Jinzhi had a bad feeling when he heard the chaotic footsteps, but unfortunately the living room was not far from the entrance hall, and he couldn't possibly run away from his own home.
A few seconds later, his ominous premonition came true; his father-in-law grabbed his familiar walking stick and swung it at him.
Father Wen roared, "You damned brat from the Fu family, I'll teach you to defile my daughter!"
"If I don't break your legs today, I'm not Wen Yunliang!"
Fu Jinzhi finally understood what true embarrassment was.
No wonder even Wen Yao, who never liked internal strife, vowed never to talk nonsense outside after being caught a few times.
So that's what it feels like.
But he's at home!
Does this mean we can only talk about this behind closed doors from now on?
Fu Jinzhi hadn't thought of an excuse to exonerate himself, mainly because he had run right into Wen's father's line of fire, leaving him speechless.
He was still pondering a solution when his father's cane struck him, this time with much greater force than before, and it seemed unlikely to end well.
Wen's mother quickly stopped Wen's father, "A Liang, what are you doing? Let's talk this out."
Father Wen sneered: "What do I have to say? Didn't you hear what this bastard just said? He's treating our Yaoyao like a caged bird!"
"How dare he humiliate my daughter like this?"
Wen's mother also didn't understand the various ways young people play, and felt that some of them were inappropriate.
But thinking back to the intimate moments she and Wen Yao had shared in the past, she guessed that this was also a misunderstanding.
The main reason is that she understands Wen Yao. Her daughter can eat anything, but she can't bear hardship; she can endure anything, but she can't stand being mistreated.
How could she possibly stay at home every day to serve Fu Jinzhi and be his caged canary?
Taking advantage of Wen's mother stopping Wen's father, Wen Yao stepped forward and said, "Dad, you've really misunderstood. Jinzhi and I are just..."
To everyone's surprise, Wen's father immediately turned on her, pointing his cane at Wen Yao's nose and saying, "You're a good-for-nothing too. If you hadn't refused to work and stuck to this bastard every day, how could he have dared to look down on you so brazenly!"
Seeing that her father was about to bring up work again, Wen Yao gasped and immediately turned around and backed away.
The steps of a virtuous woman in the pre-Qin period were simple and graceful, each step showing her attitude. She believed in the saying, "I would rather eat no meat than live without bamboo."
Goodbye Fu Jinzhi and her parents, she was setting sail tonight.
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