Chapter 22 What a close call! I almost had to become Fu Jinzhi's dog.
Looking at Wen Yao's wide, round cat eyes, Lu Yile stroked her silky hair with a touch of affection.
"You love-struck fool, I know you throw yourself into a man's arms the moment you fall for him."
"But even if you love each other now, so what? People's hearts are fickle."
"It's okay to love each other, and it's okay to make sacrifices, but everyone should leave themselves a way out. This is being responsible for yourself and your family, understand?"
Lu Yile's smile contained a hint of mockery, and as if recalling something, he said coldly:
"Just like how I am so grateful now, even though my mother loved my father a lot back then, she notarized the transfer of the shares to my name early on."
“When my mother was in love with my father, she never questioned him. However, if my father loved her, it didn’t matter where the shares were. If he didn’t love her anymore, the shares were still fair to me.”
"It turns out she made the right bet."
Wen Yao wanted to explain that her marriage with Fu Jinzhi was just a sham and that she was not worthy of coveting so much from him, but she couldn't bring herself to say it.
Therefore, it is an age-old truth that one lie requires countless lies to cover it up.
"Don't worry, Sister Lele, I will fight for what is rightfully mine." Wen Yao could only offer a perfunctory reply.
She sat up straight, her expression serious, her brows slightly furrowed. "Don't have so many dangerous thoughts in the future."
"There are many legitimate ways to resolve this matter; don't always resort to illegal methods."
Lu Yile didn't take it seriously. "It's only a crime if you get caught; if you don't get caught, it's just an accident."
My God, this woman is hopeless!
Wen Yao looked as distressed as a little bitter gourd. She grabbed Lu Yile's hand and shook it gently, her voice soft and weak, "Sister Lele, if you have any difficulties in the future, you can ask me for help. If I can't solve it, you can ask my parents, my brother, or Fu Jinzhi."
"Please don't break the law or commit crimes. If you walk by the river often, you're bound to get your shoes wet. I'll be very, very worried about you."
Feeling dizzy from her sweet "please," Lu Yile sighed, "Okay, okay, I promise you."
"I don't know how Fu Jinzhi raised you. The daffodils have turned into little cakes. You love to be so spoiled."
That's because you only respond to gentle persuasion and not force. Wen Yao isn't the type to be sweet-talking and soft-hearted; she's just using targeted methods.
Lu Yile, with her cool and sassy personality, seems too susceptible to being coquettish and charming. On the contrary, being a troll only triggers her rebellious side.
The two cuddled together and chatted for a while, unaware that a man nearby was secretly taking pictures of them.
The man pretended to wander around, but in reality, he was taking pictures of Lu Yile and Wen Yao from different angles. By deliberately finding the right angles, the photos on his phone actually exuded a strong sense of ambiguity.
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When Wen Yao got home, it was already past 11 o'clock. The bright lights had all been turned off, leaving only a few small lights to provide a soft glow.
Wang Ma hadn't slept either. She waited for Wen Yao in the living room for a long time. "Madam is back? I heard from A Bao that you had been drinking, so I specially prepared some hangover soup."
Abao was one of Wen Yao's bodyguards.
Wen Yao quickly thanked her, "Thank you for your hard work, Aunt Wang. You should go to sleep early. I can drink it myself."
"Okay, okay." Aunt Wang replied with a smile, a strange expectation in her eyes as she left. "After you finish your soup, go back to your room and rest. You must be tired after all this commotion."
Not understanding what was going on, Wen Yao nodded obediently.
In fact, Wen Yao didn't drink much, but it was Wang Ma's kind gesture and the result of her hard work, so it couldn't be wasted.
Wen Yao walked to the kitchen and lifted the lid of a small pot. Inside was a steaming tomato and lean meat soup with plenty of ingredients, and plump, cute tofu mixed in. The soup looked tempting and had a delicious sour and tangy flavor.
I only intended to drink a small bowl, but I ended up finishing the whole pot. My stomach felt warm, and I became lazy and sleepy.
Wen Yao staggered upstairs and into her room, noticing something was amiss before even turning on the light.
Why does her room smell so strongly of roses?
As soon as the light was turned on, Wen Yao's eyes widened immediately, and her mouth opened uncontrollably.
The scene before me was like a dream: soft room light spilled over a large bouquet of vibrant roses, which, like burning flames, exuded an intoxicating fragrance in the quiet night.
Each rose is as if carefully selected, with full petals and rich color, but they are all just supporting roles.
At the heart of this bouquet of roses, a shimmering emerald bracelet lies quietly, its brilliance like a tranquil pool under the blazing sun.
The tiny diamonds set in the chain add a touch of shimmering brilliance to the bracelet.
If you had to describe Wen Yao's feelings, it would be that her dead heart had started beating again.
She had always thought she wasn't very interested in flowers and jewelry. Wen Yao was a common person, and when it came to these beautiful things, she would always feel disappointed and associate them with their underlying value.
Because she was too poor before, barely making ends meet, she had no extra energy to pursue beauty and value.
The impact was so great when these things were presented directly to her.
It's like a person drifting alone on the sea for many, many years, all their expectations and hopes gradually worn away, when suddenly they are hit and battered by a giant wave, and in their despair they find themselves sent to a bustling shore.
Wen Yao stepped forward and carefully lifted the bracelet, as if she had triggered some mechanism as she picked it up.
Fu Jinzhi's voice came from the flower bushes, clear and deep with a hint of a smile: "Mrs. Fu may not accept my apology, but you must accept the gift. If this bracelet is lucky enough to be worn by my wife, she will be extremely fortunate."
"Would Mrs. Fu really have the heart to disappoint it?"
Despite her glib tongue, Wen Yao proudly tilted her head back, casually tossing the bracelet aside, determined not to fall for Fu Jinzhi's sweet talk.
[The male protagonist is being far too naive, thinking he can bribe the host with a mere 20 million worth of jewelry.] 8848's mechanical voice was flat, yet tinged with disdain.
Holy crap, how much did you say?
Wen Yao's steady steps faltered, and she swiftly turned to pick up the bracelet with a movement more agile than a monkey, as if afraid that she had accidentally broken something by tossing it carelessly.
Their attitude was like that of worshipping ancestors.
"Brother 8, how high do you think I am? This is twenty million, not two thousand!"
[Is there a big difference?] 8848 is puzzled. [But your sapphire wedding ring is worth over 70 million yuan, and you still wear it casually, and you always forget to take it off when you shower, right?]
"You expect me, a commoner, to know anything about jewelry?" Wen Yao closed her eyes in anguish. She knew her wedding ring wouldn't be cheap, but she hadn't expected it to be so expensive!
No wonder a female protagonist who is a divine doctor and a rich heiress's white moonlight have been fighting over the male lead for thousands of chapters.
It's said that a good partner is like standing on the shoulders of giants, so winning over Fu Jinzhi is like standing on Mount Everest.
Wen Yao struggled to suppress the urge to get greedy, wiped away non-existent cold sweat from her forehead, and gave 8848 a weak smile.
"That was close, I almost had to become Fu Jinzhi's dog."
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