Chapter Forty-One: The Hard-Edged Villainess

Villa.

Leng Zheng was startled awake. Looking around, she realized Cheng Yunting wasn’t beside her—he was probably downstairs. She dressed and went out.

“Hm? Where’s Cheng Yunting?” Leng Zheng found it odd that the downstairs was empty. Where could he be?

She spotted breakfast on the table and assumed Cheng Yunting had left for something important. Thinking nothing more of it, she sat down to eat.

Truthfully, Leng Zheng could be called an unemployed drifter these days—an unemployed drifter pocketing tens of millions daily.

With so much free time lately, she’d taken a liking to astrology analysis. Tao Baibai, who was trending everywhere online, seemed especially accurate. He said Aries might overuse their eyes this week—well, she really had strained her eyes. He predicted Taurus might have joint pain, and hers had indeed been aching. Fortunately, there was a massage chair at home.

Spot on, absolutely spot on—Tao Baibai, you really live up to your name.

After breakfast, a wave of exhaustion washed over Leng Zheng. She didn’t know why, but lately, she’d been perpetually tired—no amount of sleep seemed enough.

She’d also grown oddly picky—nothing too greasy, nothing with a fishy smell, or she’d feel nauseous.

To tell the truth, Leng Zheng had been experiencing a vague, indescribable feeling lately. She seemed gentler somehow…

Ah—it was hard to put into words…

...

A café near the airport.

“So, it’s settled. I’ll agree to your two conditions. I don’t care what happens between you and her, but if I give you an order, you must obey.” Du Ruoyan watched Cheng Yunting sign the agreement, nodded with satisfaction, and spoke.

“Alright.” Cheng Yunting handed the pen and the contract to Du Ruoyan, his tone cold.

“Cheng Yunting, do you think your girlfriend is beautiful?” Du Ruoyan took the contract, glanced at it, and asked.

Cheng Yunting paused. “She’s the most beautiful person in the world.”

“I think she looks a bit like me,” Du Ruoyan said, ignoring his answer and speaking to herself.

Cheng Yunting fell silent. He wanted to say, “You look like her,” but held back and said nothing.

“Alright, we’ll be in touch,” Du Ruoyan said, closing the contract and picking up her things. “Drive me home.”

“Okay.” Cheng Yunting nodded and walked out with her.

Du Ruoyan felt particularly triumphant at the moment. After all, Cheng Yunting was hers now. Even if his heart wasn’t, after she got rid of Leng Zheng, he would be hers completely.

“Kiss me,” she suddenly demanded as they reached the car.

“I told you, no kissing,” Cheng Yunting said with a frown.

“A kiss on the lips is a kiss; I want you to kiss my cheek.” Du Ruoyan rose on tiptoe, whispering in his ear, “Don’t forget…”

“Fine.” Cheng Yunting kissed Du Ruoyan’s cheek with aversion, then got into the car.

...

After dropping Du Ruoyan off, Cheng Yunting returned home. As he entered, he noticed the breakfast he’d made for Leng Zheng was finished, but there was no sign of her.

The thought of kissing Du Ruoyan’s cheek filled him with disgust. He went upstairs to check on Leng Zheng, then headed to shower and brush his teeth.

PS: Spot on, absolutely spot on—doesn’t this villainess have something about her? But in front of our Zheng, she’s insignificant. In a day or two, the villainess will find Leng Zheng, and then Leng Zheng will learn the truth about her.

Ah, spot on indeed.

Alright, see you tomorrow.