"Ноw dо уou eхрlаin it thеn?" Wu Мangmang immediаtеly pеrked up with intеrеst.
Мs. Liu wаs instаntlу speеchless.
How could уоu eхplаin it аftеr аlreаdу slеерing togеther?
Such words wеrе merеly the cоmforting languаge pаrеnts usеd fоr thеir сhildrеn.
"It's still too еаrly tо tаlk аbout this. Нow lоng hаs it been fоr уou twо? It'll naturally fаde after а whilе." Мs. Liu was wеll aware оf Wu Маngmang's раst rоmаntiс histоry—nоt а single rеlatiоnship had lаsted mоrе thаn threе mоnths.
Wu Маngmang naturallу knew this too, so she didn’t tаke it to heаrt, thinking she cоuld just endurе it fоr a whilе. At most, in three months, she’d be able to say goodbye.
However, after asking about every possible detail, Ms. Liu forgot to ask the most basic question: the name of the person she had been set up with.
The simplest facts were often the easiest to overlook.
Wu Mangmang had no intention of reminding Ms. Liu, lest she later find out that she had lost Lu Sui and risk a heart attack.
On Monday, Wu Mangmang went to work as usual, clocking in and out on time. During lunch, she booked a nail appointment for the afternoon—originally scheduled for last weekend, but it had been hijacked by Lu Sui, wasting an entire weekend.
Halfway through her manicure, her phone rang. Wu Mangmang didn’t pay it much mind. It was inconvenient to dig through her bag, and she didn’t want anyone else rummaging through it to answer the call, so she decided to return the call after finishing.
By the time Wu Mangmang completed her full set of manicure, pedicure, and hand-and-foot care, it was almost nine o’clock. Only then did she happily take out her phone, asking the nail technician to find the perfect angle to photograph her hands, making them look like a hand model’s.
The nail technician immediately flattered her, "Miss Wu, your hands are so beautiful, and today’s design really suits you. Could we use the photo for promotional purposes and share it on WeChat?"
Wu Mangmang gladly agreed.
She then posted it on her Weibo, attracting a flood of praise.
Lu Qingqing also @-mentioned Wu Mangmang, expressing her desire to get the same design.
For a moment, Wu Mangmang was so swept up in the flattery that she completely forgot about returning the call.
It wasn’t until she was waiting for her instant noodles to cook at home a few minutes later that she remembered the missed call. When she checked, it was indeed from Lu Sui.
Wu Mangmang thought about it. It was almost ten o’clock, and she didn’t want to disturb Lu Sui’s rest. Besides, neither of them were the type for long phone conversations. They barely had anything to say in person, so calling would be a waste of time.
After convincing herself, Wu Mangmang immediately turned on her computer. Having missed the weekend dungeon run, her ranking on the equipment leaderboard had dropped over a dozen places. Without hesitation, she used real money to hire a full raid team for the dungeon.
A full raid team consisted of twenty-five players. Aside from herself, she had to pay the other twenty-four several thousand in-game currency each to accompany her through the dungeon.
That wasn’t all. Since the equipment dropped by each boss was random, Wu Mangmang also spent money online to purchase designated stones, ensuring that the drops were specific to her class.
Hiring this raid team cost her nearly ten thousand yuan.
But the money was well spent. In the raid, Wu Mangmang was treated like royalty. All the healers saved their resurrection skills just for her, someone kept her company with conversation throughout, and the raid leader even praised her sweet voice, claiming she must be a stunning beauty.
In short, Wu Mangmang felt thoroughly satisfied, both physically and mentally. She also keenly sensed that the raid leader, named Jiaoyang, clearly wanted to pursue her—a wealthy and beautiful woman.He also privately told her that next time he could take her on a dungeon run, so she wouldn’t have to spend money on a paid group.
Wu Mangmang wasn’t so rich that she had money to burn, so she immediately expressed her gratitude.
This dungeon only opened once a week. Wu Mangmang and Jiaoyang agreed on a time for the next week’s run before she logged off and went to sleep.
The next day, on her way to work by subway, Wu Mangmang pulled out her phone to check Weibo and only then noticed the five missed calls from Lu Sui later that night.
Wu Mangmang thought back and realized she’d probably been gaming with the speakers on at the time.
When pushing the boss, the excitement was through the roof—how could she possibly hear her phone ringing?
After getting off the subway, Wu Mangmang found a quiet spot to call Lu Sui back. The phone rang only twice before the other end hung up.
Was he angry?
Wu Mangmang considered herself a broad-minded and tolerant person. Unbothered, she dialed again, but this time it was cut off after just one ring.
“Oh, getting feisty, huh?” Wu Mangmang challenged, staring at her phone.
Fine, ignore me then!
She put her phone away and clocked in for work.
During lunch, she once again played the role of the brightest scenery in the cafeteria.
A sky-blue mini dress paired with a white-based, brown-tipped fur vest, and black vine-patterned sexy thigh-high stockings.
As Wu Mangmang walked over with her tray, she drew everyone’s eyes to her.
She captivated all ages and genders alike—after all, everyone enjoys looking at a beauty.
At that moment, Nie Jingjing curled her lips and, as Wu Mangmang passed by, deliberately said to her female colleague beside her, “She looks like a mistress to me. She got in through Director Xiao’s connections. Every time Director Xiao has a project, he brings her along, and she’s just an undergraduate.”
Liu Lu felt awkward immediately, because Wu Mangmang happened to look over.
Just as Wu Mangmang was about to retort at Ms. Nie Jingjing, her phone rang, the caller ID showing “Good Son.”
Wu Mangmang simply sat down right next to Nie Jingjing before answering.
“Hubby—”
Though she was calling Lu Sui on the other end of the line, Wu Mangmang turned her head to smile at Nie Jingjing, her voice as sweet as Sister Zhiling’s. “Hubby, why did you only call now? I’ve been missing you.” If Wu Mangmang had been using a landline at that moment, she probably would have added the “shy” gesture of twirling the phone cord around her finger.
On the other end of the line, Peng Ze beside Lu Sui couldn’t believe he’d just heard someone call Lu Sui “hubby” through the phone.
But Lu Sui quickly switched the phone to his other hand, forcing Peng Ze to suppress his curiosity and fall back a few steps.
“I was in a meeting earlier and couldn’t answer,” Lu Sui explained.
Wu Mangmang let out an “oh,” realizing he hadn’t been angry after all.
“I’ll pick you up after work.”
This was a statement, not a question. Having already stood Lu Sui up once, Wu Mangmang didn’t dare refuse again.
“Okay, can you come pick me up on your motorcycle?” Wu Mangmang thought Lu Sui looked cooler and more imposing on a motorcycle—aloof and striking.
When it was time to leave work, Wu Mangmang deliberately walked over to Nie Jingjing. “Off work? Let’s walk together.”
“Still going on blind dates lately?” Wu Mangmang made sure to step right on Nie Jingjing’s sore spot.
In this city, the ratio of single women to single men was almost 7:1, making the matchmaking industry highly developed.Actually, Wu Mangmang had been busy going on blind dates just two days ago, but thanks to her good luck, she had just gotten out of being single. Now, she couldn’t resist turning around to provoke Nie Jingjing.
Nie Jingjing turned her head away, ignoring Wu Mangmang.
But Wu Mangmang didn’t mind. Instead, she exaggeratedly waved her arms toward Lu Sui outside the hall, shouting, “Oppa, oppa!”
Even though Lu Sui was too far away to hear, it didn’t stop Wu Mangmang from putting on a show for Nie Jingjing.
“Isn’t my oppa super handsome?” Wu Mangmang asked Nie Jingjing, her eyes filled with hearts.
Honestly, sometimes teasing single people is really quite satisfying, so you have to show off your love in creative ways.
Nie Jingjing scoffed and muttered, “Too many Korean dramas.”
“He looks quite different from Director Xiao, right?” Wu Mangmang smiled brightly as she looked at Nie Jingjing.
After enjoying Nie Jingjing’s strained expression for a moment, Wu Mangmang happily ran out in her high heels to meet Lu Sui.
She really hadn’t expected her uncle to actually listen and ride a motorcycle here.
Mr. Lu, holding a helmet and standing next to the motorcycle, was truly a sight for sore eyes. If he were willing to lower himself to be a car model, Wu Mangmang thought this type would definitely sell like crazy.
But that wasn’t the main point. Wu Mangmang jumped in front of Lu Sui and called out, “Oppa.”
Then, she shielded Lu Sui behind her and took over a dozen photos of the motorcycle with her phone.
Isn’t my oppa’s motorcycle super cool?!! (Drooling)
This time, Wu Mangmang posted Lu Sui’s motorcycle online without asking for his opinion. If he didn’t agree, he could just forget about it.
No one could stop Wu Mangmang from posting beautiful photos.
After posting on Weibo, Wu Mangmang cautiously glanced at Lu Sui. Seeing no signs of anger or disapproval, she relaxed and put away her phone.
“Oppa, you look really handsome today,” Wu Mangmang said, clasping her hands under her chin and acting cute.
Lu Sui mumbled something in a language Wu Mangmang couldn’t understand but recognized as Korean.
“What did you say?” Wu Mangmang asked.
“You look very beautiful today too,” Lu Sui repeated in Chinese.
Wu Mangmang didn’t know how to respond to that. Lu Sui was speaking Korean to her, but she only knew one phrase: “Saranghaeyo.” But she couldn’t say that to Lu Sui.
“Let’s just stick to Chinese dialogue,” Wu Mangmang concluded.
When Wu Mangmang took the helmet from Lu Sui, she looked down and completely forgot she was wearing a miniskirt today.
It really wasn’t suitable for riding a motorcycle.
But hadn’t she dressed that way just to provoke Nie Jingjing?
Don’t be fooled by Ms. Nie Jingjing’s scholarly, thousand-year-old virgin appearance—her favorite movies were actually gangster films. Even Wu Mangmang, who didn’t get along with her at all, had heard about her love for motorcycle guys.
“What should I do?” Wu Mangmang asked Lu Sui for help.
Lu Sui took off his jacket and tied it around Wu Mangmang’s waist.
Problem solved perfectly.
Lu Sui handed the helmet to Wu Mangmang. “No taking selfies on the bike, and no singing on the bike either.”
Wu Mangmang thought to herself, Do you think I’m stupid? That was at night, but now it’s broad daylight—I don’t want to act like a lunatic.
Once seated, Wu Mangmang gently placed her hands on Lu Sui’s waist and rested her face against his back, sighing inwardly. Having a boyfriend really feels nostalgic—it’s been almost half a year since my last relationship.
Most importantly, Mom no longer had to worry about what she’d eat for dinner.Lu Sui's mind held the city's most comprehensive map of gourmet delights.
Wu Mangmang scooted forward a bit, wrapping herself around Lu Sui's waist. The cold was a significant factor, and she couldn't resist slipping her hands under his clothes to warm them.
Since her hands were already inside, Wu Mangmang didn't bother pretending to hesitate about whether to touch or not.
She had been fantasizing about the feel of those abdominal muscles for a long time.
In fact, it wasn't just Lu Sui's—she had also imagined the texture of men like Ning Zetao or Zhang Zhen, who had shown off their well-defined abs.
The only difference was that she was actually touching Lu Sui's.
They felt firm and powerful. Wu Mangmang gently pressed her fingers against them, but they didn't give way. When she applied a bit more pressure, Lu Sui's muscles tensed in response.
His core strength seemed quite impressive.
Just as Wu Mangmang was enjoying the sensation, Lu Sui caught her hand. "You can touch them later."
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