Translator: Yunyi
âWait...â
Zhong Li did not seem to understand Song Yaoyaoâs words. A faint smile hung on the corner of his lips. âIâll come again next time, Miss Song. I like you.â
âPfffââ
Song Yaoyao was amused. She turned her head. âWhat did you say?â
She could not be bothered to feign civility with him. The manâs devilish face was reflected in her clear eyes. âMr. Zhong Li, are you not awake? Or are you drunk? I donât smell any alcohol on you. Why are you talking nonsense in broad daylight?â
Huo Jiu said in a low voice, âMiss Song, get in the car first.â
Zhong Li chuckled. âMiss Song, whether you believe it or not, I have no ill intentions towards you. On the contrary, the way you are now has piqued my interest even more.â
âI didnât think youâd want to be a homewrecker.â Song Yaoyaoâs face was cold.
âWhen the man and woman arenât unmarried, how can I be a homewrecker?â
Song Yaoyao couldnât understand Zhong Liâs logic. She bent down and got into her car, slamming the car door with a bang.
Zhong Li stood still, his smile thick. âMiss Song, Iâm serious. From the first time I saw you, I was attracted to you.â
âIs that so?â
Song Yaoyao slowly rolled up the car window. Her pretty face was covered in a cold smile, and her voice slowly drifted out from the gap.
âNo matter what you want to play, I just hope that you donât end up shooting yourself in the foot.â
Playing around and putting oneself in harmâs way was not worth it.
...
[Mr. Huoâs real face is exposed!]
âAhhh, itâs front on this time. My god, is Mr. Huo this handsome?â
âIsnât this too romantic? He picked up his girlfriend from work in the winter and even brought a bouquet of flowers. Iâm so envious.â
âI donât know how to say this, but Iâm a little disillusioned. In my heart, Mr. Huo clearly doesnât look like this...â
âSigh, seeing a sister disillusioned, I want to say that Iâm disillusioned as well. In my heart, Mr. Huo should be the kind of person with a great temperament. The few times I listened to him speak, I could also feel that he was very cultured. How should I put it... This man is also handsome, but he just makes me feel uncomfortable! Yet, I canât quite describe the reason...â
âHeâs like a poisonous snake, the kind that is extremely poisonous. Speaking of which, I donât see any love in his eyes.â
âHave you been watching too much anime? Do you consider this as not handsome? If you can find someone more handsome than him in real life, Iâll chop my head off and let you use it as a stool!â
âWho wants your head? What if your ugliness frightens me? Can you bear the responsibility?â
âNo matter what you say, Iâm in love! I love his face! Those who said Mr. Huo is an old man who doesnât dare to show his face because heâs ugly, are now smacking their faces, right? Hahaha, Iâm so happy!â
âLook at your husband! @SongYaoyaoâ
âExcuse me, does your husband need a mistress? If not, how about a servant girl? @SongYaoyaoân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
...
Song Yaoyao washed up and sat down for a while before her phone started to ring non-stop.
The first thing she thought was, âWhat happened again?â
Every time her phone rang non-stop, nothing good happened. Song Yaoyao put away the towel on her head, unlocked her phone, and clicked into Weibo.
When she first saw the posts that she was tagged in, Song Yaoyao simply thought, âMy husband is handsome? Nonsense! Of course my husband is handsome! Are you trying to steal my husband? In your dreams!â
But on second thought...
When did her Gegeâs face get exposed?
And roses, what the hell was with picking her up from work and all that?
It seemed, these netizens misunderstood again. Song Yaoyao tapped into the original post and saw a few photos.
They were taken from all sorts of angles, and the photographer knew which angles worked best; it appeared as though they were very close to each other. The photos of her leaving with a cold expression were not taken at all. Instead, they were all photos of them standing and talking together.
So...
The tagged posts telling her to claim her husband... were referring to Zhong Li!
Ugh!
Song Yaoyao felt like vomiting. Flames were burning in her eyes as she suppressed her anger and continued reading the comments.
âHeâs too handsome!â
âHello, brother-in-law!â
âMr. Huo, do you have any brothers? Take a look at me, am I good enough?â
âWithout further ado, Iâll call you brother first!â
Occasionally, some doubtful voices were drowned out by the comments.
Bang!
Song Yaoyao slammed the table angrily.
The next second, âOw!â
Tears welled up in her eyes as she blew her hand.
It hurt!
Were these people blind? How was Zhong Li like her Gege?
These comments, coupled with Zhong Liâs actions in the afternoon, successfully made Song Yaoyao feel disgusted.
Seeing his name placed next to hers and even becoming her âhusbandâ, Song Yaoyao felt like her world was about to explode!
Bang!
The door to the study was pushed open.
Huo Yunqueâs eyelids twitched, and he looked at the door with a helpless smile.
âWhatâs wrong?â
His voice was clear and melodious, like a clear spring in the forest, which could easily calm the impetuousness in a personâs heart.
However, this was a special situation, and Song Yaoyao was extremely irritated.
She pursed her lips. âGege, do you not like to show your face?â
âHuh? What?â
She threw a question at Huo Yunque, but Huo Yunque did not understand it. He waved at Song Yaoyao and waited for her to come over. Then, he pulled her onto his lap and sat her down.
âTell me slowly, and Iâll give you an answer.â
Song Yaoyao started explaining.
â...thatâs it.â
She was furious. âWhat kind of taste does this group of people have? Even if all the men in the world die, I wouldnât take a fancy to him!â
Coughâ
She was so angry that her face turned red and she wanted to smash her phone.
Huo Yunque laughed softly and carefully protected her so that she would not fall. Looking at her bared fangs and brandished claws, he could not help but think of a little kitten.
The kind with soft pads and claws that were not fully grown yet.
âThen what do you think we should do?â
His gaze swept across the photo. Zhong Li was standing beside Song Yaoyao with roses in his hand. When his gaze fell upon the word, âhusbandâ, it became dark and unpredictable.
âClarify!â
Song Yaoyao clenched her small fists. âMy husband is clearly much more handsome than him. These netizens are no good. What kind of taste do they have?â
Huo Yunque paused. When he heard the word âhusbandâ coming out of that petal-like mouth, his deep eyes were so deep that it made people feel terrified.
Song Yaoyao felt a chill, as if she was being stared at by a wild beast.
She shrank into Huo Yunqueâs arms without realizing it. âGege, say something!â
âOkay.â
âHuh? What?â
Song Yaoyao was impulsive but she didnât expect Huo Yunque to agree so readily.
âThen...â Song Yaoyaoâs eyes lit up. She blinked and said excitedly, âCan you pose nicely for me to take a photo? I can retouch it. I can do it really well!â
It had been so long that she almost forgot that she had used this skill to make money in the past.
âOh? You can retouch photos?â
Huo Yunque narrowed his phoenix eyes and leaned forward slowly.