Chapter 342 - Is This What It Feels Like To Have A Boyfriend?
Chapter 342: Is This What It Feels Like To Have A Boyfriend?
Duoyao rolled her eyes. She really didn’t know how Changqing could have the cheek to claim she only ate a little barbequed fish and vegetables. She plainly finished half the barbequed fish and almost snatched the other half. How shameless.
Song Chuyi glanced at the delicate woman beside him. “Stop trying to lie to me. If only you’d listen to me.”
Changqing stuck her tongue out at him and snorted. “Forget it if you don’t believe me. Let’s send Duoyao off first.”
“No need.” Duoyao waved her hands. For some reason, watching the interactions between these two made her feel like a super high voltage lightbulb.
“It’s okay,” Song Chuyi said lightly. “It’s unsafe for a woman at night.”
Changqing nodded vigorously so Duoyao could only let them walk her to the car park.
On the way, Song Chuyi said to Changqing expressionlessly, “My phone battery is empty. Don’t keep calling me for no reason in the future.”
“Depends on my mood.” Changqing totally ignored his warning.
Duoyao glanced at their hands tightly held together. It seemed like she hadn’t seen them let go from the moment they saw each other. Her heart skipped a beat. Perhaps that should be how a couple should behave.
“Duoyao, what are you thinking about? You just keep walking forward. Isn’t this your car?” Changqing suddenly pulled her back,
“Oh, didn’t recognize it.” Duoyao regained her senses and opened the car door. “Let’s meet up again another day. Byebye.”
“Be careful.” Changqing waved.
Duoyao got into the car and started the engine. Just as she was reversing out of the parking lot, she happened to see Changqing tiptoeing and give Song Chuyi a kiss on his cheek before resting her head on his arm.
Her face heated up a little upon seeing that. In the past, Changqing seemed to be someone who was also passionate on the inside and cold on the outside. She didn’t think Changqing would be so proactive after marriage. No wonder Yan Molun said she should learn from Changqing. Thinking about it made her feel remorseful. To think she had even had the experience of dating once in university, although they just held hands. Changqing, on the other hand, hadn’t been in a relationship before aside from having a crush on Fu Yu.
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The next day, Duoyao spent the entire morning sleeping in bed when she suddenly heard the rushed ringing of the doorbell.
She walked out to open the door unhappily, and when she saw Xiling, she said angrily, “Sis, I’ve seen you every day for three months straight. Can’t you let me have a day off from seeing you?”
“Do you think I wanted to see you? I was sleeping in at home when Sister Shuang’s call woke me up,” Xiling said angrily. “Great news, fantastic news. There’s hope for your comeback this time.”
“What do you mean?” Duoyao yawned.
Xiling opened her laptop as she walked and showed her a piece of news. Duoyao read sleepily and after that, she shuddered. There was actually a GIF publicized by Mei Le Magazine. The main character of the GIF was Zhu Fenglei, whom she had offended, and he was holding a woman in each arm, touching the breasts of one of them while kissing the face of the other.
“Oh my god, what is this?” Duoyao was dumbfounded. “Who are these two with Zhu Fenglei?”
“They’re two of the actresses in his new film,” Xiling said with a smile. “His wife, Dai Wen, even claimed that you seduced her husband previously, thinking that her husband was in high demand. Zhu Fenglei kept mum and silently agreed to her claims. Now he got caught using the casting couch with the actresses on his production team, and that just proves he’s an old lecher. Everyone can see with their own eyes. Look—our company hasn’t even hired any internet ghostwriters, yet there are already people leaving comments below.”
Duoyao looked at the comments section and someone called “Fish In The Water” said: “F*CK, so he’s an old lecher through and through. In that case, what Jiang Duoyao said about Zhu Fenglei being handsy with the actresses on the production team was true. It seems like Jiang Duoyao was really maligned and it was just like what she said—he made a false countercharge about her because she was unwilling to give in to him.”
This “Fish In The Water” had received several likes for his comment and someone also said: “As a man, with one look at the GIF, I can tell that this Zhu Fenglei is a lecher at the beast level. He isn’t even behaving properly and his wife even had the cheek to accuse Jiang Duoyao of seducing him. Come to think of it, he might’ve really been taking revenge on Jiang Duoyao on purpose.”
The comments at the bottom were basically a large majority of the netizens saying that she might’ve been maligned and suddenly, the odds were in her favor.
Duoyao read on merrily for a while and suddenly felt something was amiss.
Zhu Fenglei had a lot of connections in the industry. There were many entertainment journalists who had taken photos of him but they didn’t dare to release them. Why did this Mei Le Magazine suddenly expose him?
Could it be that Yan Molun asked someone to do it?
Recalling the words he said the night before, Jiang Duoyao’s heart thumped quickly. She really couldn’t think of anyone else other than him.
However, these GIFs didn’t look like they could’ve been caught with a few days of snooping. It must’ve been done through a long period of stalking.
Xiling said, “I wonder if this Zhu Fenglei has offended someone big. This time, his reputation is gone.”
Duoyao replied mindlessly: “If there are any events in the few days asking for me, help me decline them for the time being. I’m still tired and would like to rest for a few more days.”
“I get it. I’ll tell Sister Shuang. It’s best if we just watch how things develop for this period of time.”
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After Xiling left, Jiang Duoyao held her phone in her hands and stared at it for a while before calling Yan Molun. This was the first time that she had called him. She was feeling anxious but very quickly, she heard the voice of a woman: “Sorry, the number you have just dialed is unavailable. Please try again later. Thank you.”
She put her phone down with frustration and suddenly recalled he was coming back today. Perhaps he was on the plane.
In the afternoon, she swam for a while in the pool in her villa and looked at her phone again. He hadn’t called her back yet. His flight shouldn’t take more than three to four hours. What time was it already? Did he not want to return her call?
Could the Zhu Fenglei incident have been someone else’s doing?
Has Yan Molun decided to break up with me because I was too reserved?
True, she didn’t know how to act cutely like Changqing and wasn’t as proactive as Changqing, nor was she cute… She looked up at the sky in despair. Was her relationship going to end just like that?
Suddenly, the phone on the coffee table by the pool rang. She ran over quickly to look. It was a call from Kang Anhe.
A hint of disappointment flashed past her face. She picked it up and Kang Anhe’s gentle voice came from the speaker. “Duoyao, let’s have diner together tonight. I’ve booked a table at Imperial Seal.”
“No, I don’t have time. I’m already meeting someone,” Duoyao said lightly.
“Then breakfast together tomorrow?”
“I’m going back to visit my parents tomorrow.” Duoyao frowned. “Young Master Kang, I thank you for your thoughts and feelings back then, but I did some thinking recently and think we’re really unsuitable for each other. I think you should pursue other women.”
“Duoyao, what’s wrong with you? Why am I not suitable?” Kang Anhe asked anxiously. “It’s not that I didn’t want to contact you when you were in Tibet, but there wasn’t any reception in your area.”
Duoyao massaged her glabella. Why was this person so annoying? “I admit I might’ve been a little interested in you before, but it’s just that. These three months in Tibet made me forget almost all of my interest and when I saw you again, I wasn’t interested anymore. I think it would be better if we were friends. You don’t have to say anything anymore; I’ve already said what should be said. Byebye.”
After saying that, she hung up quickly. In any case, she would have to offend him sooner or later. It wouldn’t make a difference if she did so earlier.
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At night, just when she was pondering what she should cook for dinner, the doorbell rang.
She thought it was Xiling, but when she saw the man’s tall figure from the surveillance camera screen, she was stunned.
Yan Molun?
She was stunned for quite a while but she still went out to open the door. Unlike in the mountains, Yan Molun was wearing a black t-shirt and although it was loose-fitting, one could still indistinctly make out his muscle definition. His exposed arms also looked strong and powerful and under the streetlights, his bronze skin seemed to be exuding even more masculinity.
Yan Molun also saw her. She looked better than before. Her hair was soft and she was wearing a pair of hot pants and a singlet, showing off her curves.
Duoyao opened the door and asked with mixed emotions, “How did you know that I lived here?”
“I asked Changqing.” Yan Molun put his hands in his pockets but didn’t enter. “Can I come in?”
Duoyao cursed Changqing secretly. Why didn’t she tell her about Yan Molun coming, causing her to be so unprepared? She didn’t even have any makeup on. “Of course.”
She took a step back and didn’t understand why he asked the question in such a distant way. “I called you in the afternoon and you didn’t pick up…”
“I was on the plane. After that, my phone was dead.” Yan Molun took a look around. “Have you eaten?”
“No. I was thinking about what to make for dinner.” Duoyao said frustratedly, “But it seems like there aren’t any fresh groceries at home.”
“I’ll go buy some.” Yan Molun paused in his steps. “What do you want to eat?”
“Why don’t we eat out?” Duoyao felt a little bad for making him buy groceries.
“There’s no need. Aren’t we supposed to be secretive? You should get used to cooking at home.” Yan Molun suddenly curled his lips. “Isn’t this quite nice?”
Duoyao’s heart thumped upon hearing that. She was even afraid he would want to break up previously. From what he said, that didn’t seem to be the case. “Then I want to eat… glutinous rice, squid, and prawns.”
“Alright. Wait here at home then.” Yan Molun looked at the time. “I will be back by seven. Fill yourself up with some snacks for the time being.”
“Oh,” she replied.
After Yan Molun left, she returned to the living room and covered her face with a cushion. Was this what it felt like to have a boyfriend?
Yan Molun returned before seven, carrying plastic bags filled with groceries. He asked, “Who’s doing the cooking? You or Me?”