Going home for Chinese New Year, I squeezed onto a bus with three energetic young women.

Hearing Zhao Gang's words, Zhang Yan felt a pang of guilt:

"Then don't mess with me!"

She was fully aware of her physical condition.

In the underground circles of this county, Zhang Yan's name was far more well-known than Zhao Gang's.

Free bus service and Crazy Baby are some of her well-known names.

It's not for any other reason than that they're very outgoing.

Despite her sophisticated office lady attire, she wouldn't hesitate to patronize even a homeless person on the street in the bushes.

She is ill, psychologically ill, stemming from a painful memory from many years ago, which has now become a stimulant she relies on for survival.

Just because...

The person who initially assaulted her later targeted others, but was reported and punished. He should be in kindergarten by now.

Only then did she realize that she had fallen in love with the man who had forced her...

So for her, her body is a playground where anyone can enter, and sometimes even the elderly can get in for free.

But marriage is not an option.

When getting married, you should find an honest man, or a rich sucker.

Zhao Gang was the one she chose to take over her mess.

This idiot may have questionable character, but the money he has for the project is real, and he's really easy to fool.

"You think I want to mess with you?" Zhao Gang cursed irritably, his hand still scratching incessantly at his crotch.

"Get up! There's a weird smell. Have you not showered for days?"

Zhang Yan's heart skipped a beat, and her sleepiness vanished instantly.

Oh no, have we been discovered?

She instinctively squeezed her legs together.

She knew that itching and odor better than anyone else.

The doctor had warned her long ago that this was a serious cross-infection, and that it would fester if left untreated.

But how could she dare tell Zhao Gang?

If this hot-tempered guy knew how awful I am outside and that I passed this disease on to him, that brat would beat himself senseless.

"Oh... Brother Gang~" Zhang Yan's mind raced, and she immediately switched to a sweet, coquettish voice, stretching her two white arms out from under the covers and wrapping them around Zhao Gang's neck:

"They just finished their period a couple of days ago, so it's normal for them to have a slight odor. I've been with you for two years, don't you know me?"

As she spoke, she pressed her face against Zhao Gang's chest and rubbed it against him:

"And besides, we're getting married soon, has your house purchase been finalized yet?"

"My mom said that if my name isn't added to the property deed, the marriage is definitely off."

Zhao Gang was so bewildered by this sweet talk that his anger subsided considerably.

"Buy, buy, buy! We'll buy after the New Year!" Zhao Gang impatiently pushed her away. "As long as we crush that Bai Li at today's gathering and let me vent my anger, I'll take you to see a house tomorrow!"

Hearing this, Zhang Yan sneered inwardly.

marry?

Once you add my name to your list, I'm breaking up with you right away!

We'll split the house in half, and with the dowry and jewelry I swindled from you over the past few months, it'll be enough for us to live it up in a big city for a while.

As for living with you?

Keep dreaming.

I crave the thrill of a storm, not a simpleton like you who just wants a peaceful life.

"Okay~ I'll do whatever Gang-ge says." Zhang Yan got out of bed and deliberately swayed her waist in front of Zhao Gang: "I'm going to take a shower and put on some makeup. I'll definitely make you proud today and show that Zhang Qian what a real woman is."

Zhao Gang watched Zhang Yan's scorching figure, spat, and then looked down at his own reddened bruises.

"Damn it, these mites are really poisonous." He cursed and picked up the medicated oil on the table, then smeared it on his face without a care.

"Awooo—!!!"

A bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered, echoed throughout the entire floor.

……

On the other side, an outdoor café outside the Triumph Hotel.

Although the winter sun is bright, the wind still feels like a knife on your face.

Xia Qing was wearing a fitted red cashmere coat, holding a glass of latte that had gone cold, and glancing at the parking lot entrance every now and then.

She deliberately wore a subtle, no-makeup makeup look today, hoping to project a sophisticated image.

A pink BMW MINI slowly drove in and stopped a short distance away.

The car door opened, and first, a short leg wearing white over-the-knee stockings peeked out, followed by a figure wearing a beige JK uniform skirt.

She wore pigtails, a fluffy bunny ear coat, and her pubic hair was barely visible beneath her skirt. She also wore round-toed leather shoes.

Li Mengmeng is like a loli who stepped out of a two-dimensional comic book, exuding an adorable aura that makes you want to pinch and squeeze her.

Xia Qing's eye twitched violently.

What did this brat eat to grow up like this?

She's already 24, how can she still look as young as a high school student?

Especially when you see Li Mengmeng's outfit—a limited-edition Burberry bunny coat, and those little leather shoes are also a new seasonal style from Gucci.

This outfit alone cost her several months' salary.

Jealousy was like a venomous snake, writhing wildly in Xia Qing's heart.

On what grounds?

Why is it that the little follower who used to only follow me around obediently is now living such a comfortable life?

"Oh, Mengmeng! Over here!" Xia Qing suppressed the bitterness in her heart, put on a fake smile like a caring older sister, and waved to Li Mengmeng.

When Li Mengmeng saw Xia Qing, a sly glint flashed in her eyes.

She adjusted her expression, immediately adopting an innocent and naive look, and jogged over.

"Sister Qingqing~ I'm sorry to have kept you waiting!" Li Mengmeng's voice was soft and sweet.

Xia Qing looked her up and down, then exaggeratedly frowned and said in a tone of disappointment:

"Mengmeng, why are you dressed like this today?"

"Huh?" Li Mengmeng blinked her big eyes, looking completely innocent. "Doesn't it look good? This is a brand new style I just bought..."

"It's not a matter of whether it looks good or not." Xia Qing stepped forward, pretending to straighten her collar, but actually tugged at it forcefully:

"You're not young anymore, you're twenty-four or twenty-five, and you're still wearing white stockings and pigtails like that. People who don't know you might think you're doing some kind of sex service. It's so childish, you have no femininity at all."

She pointed to Li Mengmeng's bulging chest: "Besides, yours... is already big, wearing this kind of clothing makes you look especially lewd. What's the difference between you and those sleazy young women?"

Li Mengmeng rolled her eyes inwardly.

[Who are you calling vulgar? This is my capital! You flat-chested girl wouldn't even get a chance to wear it! You're so jealous!]

But on the surface, she lowered her head, looking like a wronged little wife, twisting the hem of her clothes with her fingers:

"But...but I think it looks pretty good..."

"I'm telling you the truth because I want what's best for you," Xia Qing lectured, adopting an air of someone who'd been through it all.

"Men these days prefer my intellectual style. Dressing like this just makes you look like an immature child."

She leaned closer to Li Mengmeng, lowered her voice, and her tone carried a hint of threat:

"Alright, just remember that when Bai Li arrives later."

"I'm the main character, you're just a supporting character."

"As long as that idiot Zhao Gang dares to cause trouble for Bai Li, I'll step in to protect Bai Li and move him. You'll also chime in and give me support."

"But!" Xia Qing emphasized.

"You absolutely cannot steal my thunder! If I find out you dare to flirt in front of him, I'll tell the whole class about how you wet your pants in high school! Then you can forget about me ever talking to you again!"

Li Mengmeng put her hands in her pockets, pressed the stop button on the recorder, and was secretly laughing hysterically.

This woman's level of trust is textbook-perfect.

Will you ignore me from now on?

Please, please leave me alone. I'm afraid my mental retardation is contagious.

"I know, Sister Qingqing..." Li Mengmeng sniffled, her voice trembling with tears, "I promise I'll be good, please don't be angry."

"Alright, alright, wipe your tears. You've ruined all my good fortune." Xia Qing handed her a tissue with a look of disgust. "Wait here, I'm going to touch up my lipstick."

Watching Xia Qing sway her hips as she walked towards the bathroom, Li Mengmeng's expression instantly changed.

She took out her phone, packaged the audio file she had just recorded, and sent it directly to the profile picture pinned to the top of her chat list.

[Mengmeng: Brother Bai Li~ That bad woman bullied me again! She said I looked slutty wearing white stockings and that she would treat me like a maid! *crying*]

He replied almost instantly.

[Bai Li: Received. Don't listen to that idiot's nonsense.]

[Bai Li: You look so cute and pretty in white stockings, like a little cake.]

Li Mengmeng stared at the line of text on the screen, her face flushed red, and her heart pounded like a rabbit's.

[If you like it... then next time, Mengmeng will only wear it for her brother to see.]