Achoo!
Despite the mild weather, Bai Haonan suddenly sneezed.
He wiped his nose with a tissue and suddenly wondered if someone was thinking about him.
Ha ha, it must be Wen Ling, right? Typically, lovers' thoughts are accurate.
If Bai Haonan knew that Wen Ling thought of him as a fool and a dupe in secret... he probably wouldn't be smiling.
After bidding farewell to Xiao Chun, Wen Ling slowly walked back under the streetlights, kicking pebbles along the way.
There had been no news from Li Qing today. Of course, she wanted to know about Liao Kai.
Her phone was broken, so she couldn't contact Liao Kai.
Should she spend three to four hundred yuan tomorrow to buy the cheapest phone?
Sigh, she was so hesitant to spend the money, which should be saved for Eel's piano lessons.
Suddenly, she sensed something strange in the air...
Wen Ling finally looked up ahead.
"Huh—!"
Wen Ling shivered in fright.
Twenty meters away stood a row of people.
All dressed in dark suits, arms crossed behind their waists, standing with legs apart and heads held high.
Nearby, several men smoked beside imposing cars.
The mafia!
Just like in the movies, no, even scarier and more spectacular than the movies.
Wen Ling turned around immediately to run.
Why would she foolishly get involved in a group fight?
"Miss Wen! Miss Wen!"
Several men ran toward her.
Sweat.
Were they calling her?
She wished she wasn't named Wen. She'd rather be surnamed Ma, Niu, Yang, Zhu, Gou...
"Miss Wen! Please wait, stop!"
The more they told her to stop, the faster Wen Ling ran.
The henchmen gritted their teeth, determined not to let a short girl outrun them; it would be too embarrassing.
Finally, three men caught up to Wen Ling and blocked her path.
"Pant, pant, Miss Wen, why are you running?"
Goodness, people with short legs were hard to catch, even if they ran with all their might.
They were exhausted.
Dead, dead, this was it! Was she going to die on the street? She didn't remember borrowing high-interest loans...
"Big brothers, you must have mistaken me. I'm not surnamed Wen... Ha ha, the woman surnamed Wen, I saw her go that way. You should chase her that way."
Wen Ling lied, her legs trembling.
Cold sweat. Embarrassment.
The men were stunned, nearly collapsing.
"Miss Wen..."
"Ah, I've already said I'm not her..."
"Miss Wen, this is the phone our President Bai sent you. Please accept it. Oh, right, a SIM card has already been inserted, with your original number."
"Who, who? What's his name?"
The men wiped their sweat. "Our President Bai."
President Bai?
The only person she knew surnamed Bai who could be called president was...
"White Haonan?!"
The henchmen were embarrassed, not daring to use their boss's full name. They nodded profusely, sweating heavily.
Wen Ling dug her ears, dumbfounded.
Did she hear correctly?
They weren't here to harm her. They weren't the mafia. They were White Haonan's subordinates?
Taking the beautifully packaged bag, Wen Ling sighed in relief. She kindly said to the men's retreating backs, "Tell your President Bai to change your uniforms. Don't pretend to be the mafia, okay?"
Bang bang bang!
The ruthless killers all collapsed to the ground.
Lord above, they weren't pretending to be the mafia. They were the real deal!
La la la la...
Wen Ling returned to her apartment, holding the new phone. Su Ou was humming a tune, wrapping Xiao Mi Li in a towel after giving it a bath. Wen Ling lay on her bed and opened the phone box.
"Huh!" She drew a sharp breath.
"Cool Water, did you find money again? Your unrefined voice... Ha ha, look at you..." Su Ou wrapped Xiao Mi Li in a towel and came over to take a look. At first glance, she gasped even louder. "Huh huh—!"
The women stared at each other, and then Wen Ling screamed, while Su Ou rushed to her room at lightning speed to search online.
She roared rudely, "His uncle's! That phone model sells for thirteen thousand yuan in stores! Thirteen thousand yuan!!"
Wen Ling's hand shook. "Damn, sending such an expensive phone, I dare not use it. Wasteful brat! It seems Uncle Hao isn't just a pervert but also a wasteful brat who doesn't know the value of frugality!"
Idle rich second-generation, all glitter on the outside and rot within, knowing nothing, just squandering the wealth left by their elders.
"Pervert?" Su Ou somehow returned, gasping. "Heaven, which handsome guy did you devour?"
Wen Ling shuddered. "My dear sister, please stop being so nosy, okay? I'm not as bold as you!"
But she blushed secretly. Although she hadn't devoured any handsome guy, she had been devoured by one...
Holding the new phone, she suddenly recalled Uncle Hao's fiery and sexy figure... Hoo hoo, her cheeks grew hotter... Her breathing became labored... Oh my God, how could she have done that with such a sturdy man?
The new phone had a huge screen and felt heavy.
"Uncle Pervert still has a little conscience, knowing to compensate for damaging someone's property... Uh, 3G phones are easy to browse the internet with. What if it racks up a lot of data charges? Bad guy, he's trying to trick me. Bad guy! Bad Uncle!"
Ding ling... A beautiful notification tone sounded.
A super-lucky number with many nines sent a text message.
"So lucky a number... Seems familiar... Seen it before..."
Mumbling, Wen Ling lying in bed opened the text.
"Are you feeling better? Still have a runny nose? Have you taken your medicine on time? Hao"
Hao?
"Tch, it's Uncle Hao! Didn't expect the bad-tempered guy to be so talkative, asking so many questions."
Wen Ling referred to Bai Haonan's concern as 'talkative.'
She replied:
"Um, yes, stopped, took it."
Simple words, just enough to send and dismiss the worried Bai Haonan on the other end.
Bai Haonan was still in the meeting, tightly gripping his phone. The moment the text notification vibrated, he bent down to look eagerly.
The girl had replied.
On Bai Haonan's calm and cool face, a faint smile gradually appeared.
Hmm, it seemed she had received the new phone, but this girl's text replies were too brief, all half-sentences ending with 'ed,' like 'better,' 'stopped,' 'took.' She was purely lazy!
The prestigious global high-tech research and development conference continued solemnly. Only the leader of the Sanjing Society, President Bai, slightly lowered his head, fiddling with his phone.
Sigh, who could blame him for being a true tycoon? He could appear indifferent and openly ignore the other speakers. Money talked.
Bai Haonan rarely sent texts and typed slowly. While Wen Ling had already sent five or six messages bragging about her new phone to her little brother Eel, Bai Haonan's second message arrived belatedly.
"What did you have for dinner?"
Wen Ling pondered. "Aiyo, this uncle is so idle during his trip to Britain, asking such trivial questions. Dinner? Let me think."
Wen Ling replied: "Seems I didn't eat."
"Huh?!" Bai Haonan instinctively grunted, startling the other attendees.
And Bai Haonan, the largest shareholder of the meeting, frowned seriously as he typed something on his phone.
How dare she not eat on time! She was still sick! Hadn't he made her promise not to neglect herself? Why didn't she cherish her own health? She was so thin and frail. He feared she was malnourished.
Fuming, he sent another message: "Not eating on time is bad for your health!! I'll have someone deliver you a late-night snack right away. How about soup dumplings and job's tears porridge?"
Wen Ling stared in disbelief.
Checking the clock, confirming it was 12:30 AM, Crazy Uncle Hao wanted to send someone to deliver her a late-night snack?
Damn... Would the delivery person hate her?
Quickly, she texted Uncle Hao back: "I was kidding, ate, had spicy rice noodles."
That should shut the idle Uncle Hao up, right? She needed to call or text Liao Kai.
Liao Kai slept late, usually not hitting the hay until this time.
In the end, Bai Haonan's text chased after her: "Eat less spicy food, it's bad for your stomach and throat."
At this point, Wen Ling could no longer bear it. Her nostrils flared, and she angrily replied to Bai Haonan: "I'm going to sleep!!"
Such an idle person. She guessed this bad uncle, upon arriving in Britain, either went to see the Thames or visited Cambridge University to experience the university atmosphere.
Bai Haonan reread the few messages from "girl," and Wen Ling's dismissive texts warmed his heart.
So, falling in love felt like this, a sweet sensation. Even looking at the contact "girl" and the words she sent made his heart race.
He missed her, even though they had only been apart for a dozen hours.
Should she call A-Kai or send him a text? Wen Ling thought about it and decided a call would be more direct.
Dial tone...
"Hello?" Liao Kai's tired voice filled Wen Ling's ears, almost making her bite her tongue in excitement.
"It's me, A-Kai, it's Wen Ling."
"... Oh, you."
Liao Kai's voice was low, likely whispering while shielding his phone.
"How come you're not asleep yet, so late?"
"A-Kai, I just wanted to hear your voice... A-Kai, you didn't finish what you said last night. You said there was a reason you had to leave me. What reason is it? Not telling me makes me feel so suffocated."
Wen Ling spoke gently to Liao Kai, blending tenderness and a bit of coquettishness.
"I..."
Liao Kai's voice dropped lower.
"Ling, it's inconvenient for me right now, but Ling, I don't want to leave you, I really don't! You've always been in my heart! I was heartbroken when you got engaged to Bai Haonan, really heartbroken..."
Heaven, did God hear her prayers?
What a joyful and exhilarating piece of news!
Dear A-Kai, her boyfriend of over a year, still cared about her!
Wen Ling was so elated she almost fell off the bed.
"A-Kai, I also..."
Before she could finish, Liao Kai interrupted urgently.
"Ling, let's talk another time. Something's come up here. I'll hang up now."
Dial tone...
"I... I... Damn it, why does everything fall apart at the critical moment? I didn't finish what I wanted to say! Damn it!" Wen Ling angrily twisted her body.
She wanted to tell A-Kai that she still loved him, that she liked him just as much as she did a year ago, and let A-Kai know that her engagement to Bai Haonan was a sham, a false front!