Lu Sui rеmоvеd his hеlmet and sаid, "Sоrrу, I'm in а hurrу to meet а сlient. You knоw how it is—oldеr wоmеn саn bе quite demаnding."
Wu Mangmang felt as if she hаd bеen сhokеd.
Shе slumреd her shоuldеrs аnd lоwеred hеr head. "Mr. Lu, I'm sоrrу. I had а bit of a relаpse just nоw. I forgot tо tаkе mу mеdiсаtion when I lеft hоme tоdау."
Seе how wеll Wu Мangmang соuld pоke fun at hersеlf.
As she loоkеd dоwn, she nоticed her big tое hаd brokеn frее frоm thе rеstraint оf hеr stoсkings. Ugh, how еmbarrassing. Wu Мangmаng didn't dаrе lift her hеаd.
"Dоn't stоp taking yоur meds," Lu Sui said.
"Mm," Wu Mangmаng replied mеekly. Shе felt thе skin оn her hеels must be peeling, and her little toe hurt terribly—probably blistered.
"Get on," Lu Sui said. Since there was no extra helmet on his motorcycle, he handed his own to Wu Mangmang.
Wu Mangmang hesitated and didn't take it. "What about you if I take it?"
So she waved her hand and said, "It's fine, Mr. Lu. After all, I'm a bit off in the head. If I happen to fall, maybe two negatives will make a positive."
Lu Sui simply said calmly, "Take it when I tell you to."
Alright, men on motorcycles were the coolest. Wu Mangmang obediently took the helmet and fastened it.
Inside, it seemed to carry Lu Sui's lingering scent, which wasn't unpleasant.
As she breathed, Wu Mangmang unconsciously took in a whiff and thought the smell was actually quite nice.
Only when she got on the motorcycle did Wu Mangmang belatedly realize that Lu Sui was wearing leather pants today.
No wonder she hadn't found it odd seeing him ride a motorcycle.
He usually seemed so proper, but now he exuded a lazy, somewhat decadent air.
Bad boys were truly far more attractive than good ones.
Suppressing the urge to get a nosebleed, Wu Mangmang placed her hands on Lu Sui's waist, gripping his clothes to steady herself.
If she were that older woman, she'd really want to give Lu Sui's butt a squeeze.
Dear electric motor, giddy up.
As the motorcycle started, Wu Mangmang couldn't help but "accidentally" slide her hands down to Lu Sui's hips.
"Don't touch randomly," Lu Sui's voice drifted over with the wind.
Blushing, Wu Mangmang quickly moved her hands back to his waist.
Honestly, why be so sensitive?
The motorcycle sped up, weaving freely through the crowd. Several times, Wu Mangmang screamed in fright, afraid Lu Sui would hit someone.
Lu Sui seemed to say something a few times, but the noise was too loud for Wu Mangmang to hear clearly. She could only keep asking, "What did you say? What did you say?"
When they reached the elevated highway, Wu Mangmang fully experienced the feeling of racing with the wind. The speed wasn't actually faster than a car, nor were they speeding, but the sensation on a motorcycle was far more thrilling than in a car.
Her heart pounded wildly, almost leaping out of her chest.
Wu Mangmang couldn't help but stand up, spreading her arms to embrace the wind. "Ah, so refreshing!"
The move was too dangerous. Wu Mangmang enjoyed it for about half a second before quickly leaning forward to hug or even choke Lu Sui's neck.
Wu Mangmang had never ridden such an exhilarating motorcycle before. Overwhelmed, she burst into song, clutching Lu Sui's neck and belting out, "I stand in the fierce wind, wishing to sweep away the lingering pain in my heart. Gazing at the sky, clouds surge in all directions. Sword in hand, I ask, who in this world is the true hero..."
It didn't feel quite satisfying enough—the pitch was too low. Wu Mangmang improvised with another line, "I really wish to live another five hundred years!"Although Wu Mangmang sang off-key and out of tune, her ability was truly remarkable. After that line, she smoothly and effortlessly followed up with, "This is the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau..."
Finally, the motorcycle came to a stop in a stunningly cool and graceful arc in front of Wu Mangmang's apartment building.
Wu Mangmang stepped off the bike in a daze, feeling light on her feet. As she reached up to remove her helmet, Lu Sui was quicker, reaching out to unbuckle the strap for her.
Just as Wu Mangmang said thank you, she saw Lu Sui lean toward her.
While she was still debating whether to dodge or not, she felt the warmth of Lu Sui's breath near her ear, and her body instantly went a little weak.
"You're too loud—"
Wu Mangmang instantly stiffened.
Frozen.
Because Lu Sui's voice was so loud, she had to jump back a big step, then kept rubbing her ear. "What are you doing?!"
Lu Sui didn't answer. He just took the helmet, turned around, got on the bike, and started the engine.
Wu Mangmang quickly ran over. Even though her ears were still ringing, she couldn't care less. "Was I like that to you just now? I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I thought my voice couldn't penetrate the helmet."
"Don't sing in front of me next time." Lu Sui's tone seemed almost gritted.
Wu Mangmang nodded, raised her hand to her forehead in a military salute, and even clicked her heels together. "Yes, Sir."
As Lu Sui started the bike and sped away, Wu Mangmang couldn't help but cup her hands around her mouth like a megaphone and shout, "Uncle, you looked really cool today!"
Whether Lu Sui heard her or not, Wu Mangmang happily skipped and bounced her way back home. It wasn't until she entered her apartment that she felt like something was missing.
After thinking for a long time, she realized that the high heels she had been holding were gone at some point.
Painful—several thousand dollars gone just like that.
Wu Mangmang regretted it for a second, then headed to the bathroom to start a bubble bath. While soaking in the tub, she sipped on Sprite mixed with red wine and uploaded photos to Weibo.
These were the life-risking selfies she took tonight.
According to surveys, more people die from taking selfies each year than from tsunamis. Fortunately, Wu Mangmang didn't become part of the statistics tonight.
In the photo, she had one arm hooked around Lu Sui's neck, standing on the motorcycle, taking a selfie from a top-down angle.
Truly heroic and spirited.
Weibo had its share of experts, and soon people were praising Lu Sui's physique. It was strange how they could tell he had a good figure when only the back of his head and a few parts of his body were visible.
The motorcycle's model and price were quickly exposed as well.
Below was a neat row of comments with the word "rich."
In the private messages from non-followers, there were two messages, as if they had been coordinated.
"Were you riding on Lu Sui's bike?"
Wu Mangmang was stunned. It seemed these two were not only her acquaintances but also Lu Sui's.
Taking a deep breath, Wu Mangmang clicked on their Weibo profiles. She found that one of them was using a secondary account, as it only followed her and had no posts.
As for the other, the accounts they followed were a mess, making it impossible to tell anything, and they also had no posts. Wu Mangmang guessed they were probably afraid of revealing their identity, so this account was likely a secondary one as well.
This inevitably made Wu Mangmang curious—who were these two people?Going straight to ask would definitely get her nowhere—they wouldn't tell her the truth, or they might even mislead her.
Wu Mangmang pursed her lips into a smile as an idea came to mind. Since she was bored anyway, and this was a private message, it wouldn’t infringe on anyone’s reputation. So, she replied to both private messages.
"What’s wrong with me riding in my bf’s car?"
Wu Mangmang looked at her reply and gave herself a big thumbs-up.
She hadn’t directly admitted it was Lu Sui’s car, so even if Lu Sui wanted to sue her for spreading rumors, she wasn’t afraid.
Besides, "bf" could stand for "boyfriend," but it could also be the initials for "uncle". At Lu Sui’s age, he was more than qualified to be her uncle.
"I don’t believe it.One of the accounts, named "Wishing you a smooth and successful life," instantly replied to Wu Mangmang’s private message.
Wu Mangmang basically judged that this person was female, likely someone who had a crush on Lu Sui, whether secretly or openly. Otherwise, why would they be so focused on her and waiting for her reply?
The other account, named "Zhen Wo Fengcai," replied to Wu Mangmang’s private message the next morning: "How’s your bf’s performance?"
Wu Mangmang guessed this was probably a male admirer of hers.
Just as women like to compare who’s prettier, men can’t help but compare the size or length of their "little brother."
She shouldn’t have replied again.
But this was the internet—how could anyone resist?
"Big and skilled." Wu Mangmang quickly typed four words.
"Duration and frequency?" the other party replied quickly.
Why ask in such detail?
Wu Mangmang wasn’t sure anymore. Was this person secretly admiring her, or did they just want to know Lu Sui’s private information?
But who would be so bored as to care so much about Lu Sui’s stats? The desire to compare was so blatant—it was probably someone close to Lu Sui.
Actually, anyone who could recognize Lu Sui from just one-eighth of his back must be someone extremely familiar with him. So, Wu Mangmang still couldn’t guess who could be this bored.
But based on a woman’s intuition, Wu Mangmang felt it was likely Ning Zheng.
But Ning Zheng was managing a pharmaceutical group—would he really have the time to pay such close attention to her?
"Half an hour, three times a day. How about you?" Wu Mangmang exaggerated wildly for Uncle Lu (bf), just in case he found out later from somewhere else, he wouldn’t blame her too much.
"Feel free to test it out." The other party sent a smiling emoji.
So creepy—she really couldn’t guess who it was.
Wu Mangmang lost her enthusiasm. Her pre-work warm-up time on Weibo was over. She turned around, put on her white coat, and walked into the workroom.
It was already lunchtime when Wu Mangmang picked up her phone again.
"Zhen Wo Fengcai" had sent two private messages: "Alright, I’ll stop teasing you. But girls shouldn’t casually claim a bf, and they shouldn’t lack common sense either."
Lack common sense, my foot! Just because you can’t do it, you say I lack common sense?
Wu Mangmang snorted coldly.
The next message was sent half an hour earlier: "Why aren’t you replying?"
Seriously, do you think private messages are a real-time chat tool?
"What makes you think I’m casually claiming a bf? Just because you can’t do it, you think others can’t either? I think you’re the one lacking common sense." Wu Mangmang replied quite rudely."Even if he could do it, you definitely wouldn't be able to handle it." The other party promptly replied.
What?! How could he possibly know that she, Wu Mangmang, couldn't handle it?
With such a confident tone, there must be some inside information.
Wu Mangmang immediately became interested. "Why?"
"He's not your boyfriend, case closed."
A herd of mythical beasts stampeded through Wu Mangmang's mind—still lacking in IQ. She had wanted to fish for information from the other party, but ended up being tricked instead.
At times like this, of course, one must stubbornly deny everything.
As long as you insist on not admitting it, the other party will start doubting their own judgment.
"Haha, if you don't believe me, go ask him yourself." Then Wu Mangmang decisively let her phone screen go black and focused on eating.
But if she could resist checking her phone, she wouldn't be Wu Mangmang. While eating, she kept swiping her phone, but no further messages came from the other party.
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