Chapter 105 How come there's another one who looks like An Ruoruo?
Just as she was wondering if she would have to pay next, Wen Yao had already opened her package.
She patted and patted the custom-made life-size pillow, and after careful inspection, she was very satisfied. It was great, very realistic.
Feeling an unusual quietness in the living room, Wen Yao glanced at the three people with a puzzled expression.
"Hehehe... Oh, it's just a cushion." The maid chuckled dryly.
"Ah, I have something to do, so I'll be going now. Goodbye, Madam!" The male servant unloaded all the packages and sped away, pulling the trailer.
Wang Ma awkwardly looked away, "The cushion is nice, the cushion is nice."
She was terrified, thinking that the lady was dissatisfied with her husband's "performance" and had decided to use tools.
Wen Yao glanced at the cushion and then at the remaining two people, her brows gradually relaxing. She waved generously:
"You guys think this cushion is great, right? We can customize any image, and the materials and craftsmanship are excellent!"
"Do you need me to send you a link?"
The two shook their heads in refusal.
Unable to persuade her to try it out, Wen Yao could only regretfully take the pillow back to her room to try it out.
When Fu Jin got home from get off work in the evening, Wen Yao, who usually sat in the living room waiting for dinner, was not on the sofa.
He gave Wang Ma an inquiring look, and Wang Ma replied, "Madam is in her room."
Fu Jinzhi originally planned to go back to his room to shower and change clothes first, and then ask Wen Yao to come downstairs for dinner.
As I passed by Wen Yao's room, I saw that her door was slightly ajar, and the room was dimly lit.
Fu Jinzhi stopped in his tracks. He pushed open Wen Yao's door and, through the sliver of light coming in from the window, saw Wen Yao on the bed.
Is it asleep?
Fu Jinzhi smiled indulgently and walked closer.
Suddenly, his expression froze: There seemed to be another man on Wen Yao's bed?
In a flash, he remembered what Wen Yao had said that day, that she should get used to the feeling of having someone share a bed with her.
Fu Jinzhi was completely numb; this wasn't the kind of adaptation he wanted!
He suppressed his shock, anger, and sorrow, and walked step by step toward Wen Yao's bed, like a condemned prisoner walking toward the execution ground.
Lost in thought, he kicked Wen Yao's bedside table, making a loud "bang".
Wen Yao was startled awake. She hugged her life-sized body pillow and looked sleepily at the bedside table.
In a daze, a figure stood at the head of the bed. She reflexively threw the pillow away and turned on the room light.
The light was so bright that she couldn't open her eyes for a moment. She covered her eyes with her hands and peered through the gaps to observe the person in front of her.
"Xiao Fu?"
Wen Yao's mouth dropped open. "What are you doing in my room?"
Fu Jinzhi stood there blankly, holding the "adulterer" in his arms. When he first received it, he realized it was just a pillow.
Looking at my own face in the bright light now, my feelings are like a spilled spice bottle, indescribable.
Fu Jinzhi: "This?"
Wen Yao casually ruffled her hair a couple of times, her eyes innocent: "This is a custom-made life-size body pillow of you!"
"I think I'll get used to having someone in my bed after I sleep with it for a few more days."
"At that time, you will be able to successfully take over."
How absurd.
In a daze, Fu Jinzhi felt like an ancient princess who had a trial maidservant who would sleep with her husband before their marriage.
Unaware of Fu Jinzhi's thoughts, Wen Yao took back her "trial marriage maid" and threw her on the bed, then happily led Fu Jinzhi downstairs for dinner.
Fu Jin glanced at the life-size body pillow again out of the corner of her eye and sighed, "Yaoyao, I haven't taken a shower yet."
"Okay, you go ahead and get ready, I'll go downstairs and check on dinner."
Before the words were even finished, the person had already floated to the stairwell like a small whirlwind.
It's going to rain, food needs to be eaten, life is too short, have another bowl.
This is Wen Yao's life principle.
She always practiced this principle, even when attending banquets.
While other socialites and gentlemen carefully maintain their image, carrying a small plate and perhaps a few pastries as a formality.
Wen Yao would sample the dishes along the long dining table, finally selecting her favorite items and piling them into two platters that were as full as Mount Everest.
Anyone who passes by Wenyao cannot help but take a second look.
After all, it was a celebration banquet for the great painter Fu Lizhi, and everyone's desire to perform was off the charts, eager to showcase their artistic temperament in every way.
But one person in particular had an insatiable appetite, displaying the characteristics of a starving person—how novel!
8848 said helplessly: [Host, tone it down a bit.]
Normally it would be fine, but today Wen Yao wore a pure white dress as required by the mission. It was backless, fitted at the waist, and had a small fishtail hem. A shimmering pearl necklace hung on her slender, fair neck.
Her hair was also different from her usual big waves; it was straightened and hung down her back like satin.
In short, she has the appearance of a pure and alluring beauty.
This beautiful, innocent-looking woman was carrying two large plates of food, her mouth constantly moving – the incongruity was simply off the charts.
Wen Yao's beautiful eyes were indifferent: "Who am I trying to impress? There's no one I care about here. The only one I care about, Fu Jinzhi, doesn't need me to restrain myself."
8848: [...]
Well, it's like the emperor isn't worried but the eunuch is. Wen Yao doesn't understand what it means to "care about what others think".
She lives life to the fullest.
"More importantly," Wen Yao said, chewing on her fork as she chatted with 8848, "what kind of conspiracy does the World Consciousness have? This mission was far too easy."
8848 fell into deep thought.
At that moment, another woman in a white dress with long, straight black hair was meticulously applying her makeup in front of the dressing table.
Strive to achieve the goal of "being beautiful even without makeup".
Her voice was soft and clear: "4399, do you think my entrance was beautiful enough?"
A few seconds later, she replied with a smile: "You're right. After not showing up for six years, I'm sure I'll shock the whole audience no matter what."
She was alone in the room, as if she were talking to the air.
After glancing at the time one last time, An Ruoruo carefully checked her makeup and dress before heading towards the banquet hall.
She is here today as a pianist, and she will be playing the first piece of music at the opening ceremony.
An Ruoruo's gentle eyes flashed with interest. What kind of expression would the original owner's old friend have?
Surprise? Fear? Amazement? Or perhaps tears of joy?
Soon, An Ruoruo arrived at the piano. She sat down gracefully, her fingers lightly touching the keys. After a simple test, she was pleased to find that everyone was looking at her.
She pretended not to notice, her fingertips landing lightly on the piano like butterflies, her long black hair swaying slightly with her movements.
She is confident that she looks absolutely gorgeous right now.
The people in the audience were indeed discussing it, but it was quite different from what An Ruoruo had imagined.
After the An Rourou incident, Fu Jinzhi kept his word and bought trending topics for her on various social media platforms.
An Rourou's photos and stories are still among the top ten on a certain Weibo account, and her blog is also flooded with spam by paid trolls...
Young, wealthy second-generation internet users are getting PTSD from looking at this face.
"How come there's another one who looks like An Ruoruo?" The young lady clutched her chest, feeling like she couldn't breathe.
"Do you think it's appropriate for me to leave now?" a young man asked, his face grim. "I feel like something bad is going to happen when I see this face."
Zhao Guang's face looked constipated, and he tugged at Fu Yan beside him:
"Damn it, An Rou Rou looks seven parts like An Ruo Ruo and she's already in jail."
"This pianist is at least a 9 out of 10, right? He must be a real troublemaker!"
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