After Saving My Possessive Best Friend, I Couldn't Escape (GL) - Chapter 22

Fang Zhile bristled, like a porcupine with its quills raised, stubbornly refusing to yield, and looking a little wronged.

Ye Yu stared at Fang Zhile’s demeanor for a few seconds, then burst into laughter.

“Hahaha,” Ye Yu laughed elegantly and beautifully, raising a hand to rub Fang Zhile’s head, and stood up smoothly. “Why would I take revenge for her?”

This sudden shift caught Fang Zhile off guard. She stood there dumbly until the touch on her head vanished and she felt a push on her back, urging her to move.

“Don’t space out,” Ye Yu took the opportunity to pay the bill and patted Fang Zhile’s shoulder. “Let’s go.”

Fang Zhile snapped out of her daze. “Wait a minute.”

“I… I really did curse her,” Fang Zhile thought Ye Yu didn’t care because she didn’t know that Fang Zhile had cursed Zhou Meize out while pointing a finger at her nose after school on Friday. She stammered, “I said some nasty things.”

Ye Yu feigned ignorance. “Oh? Then tell me what you said. Let’s hear it.”

She couldn’t possibly tell Ye Yu those things; it would only hurt her feelings.

However, Fang Zhile touched the hair clip hidden behind her ear, her face slightly flushed. “She didn’t like me wearing your hair clip.”

She still needed to slip in a complaint! She snatched her hair clip, so she was going to tell! May you suffer a thousand deaths!

Ye Yu frowned as expected, whispering, “Zhou Meize has become increasingly immature over the years.”

The two walked out together. It was noon, the dark clouds had dissipated, and the thin sunlight carried a dying heat, striking them and causing an unwarranted wave of dryness and heat.

“Was she better before?” Fang Zhile’s focus was always unique.

Ye Yu walked half a step ahead, recalling. “When she was little, she was very spirited, like a boy—naughty and playful. She was the leader of a group, and we were in the same class in kindergarten. She always looked out for me.”

Fang Zhile pouted, unhappy that Zhou Meize had stolen her role.

“And then? Did she protect you even more?” Fang Zhile hit the nail on the head.

Ye Yu shook her head. “It was different later.”

Fang Zhile secretly gave Zhou Meize the middle finger in her heart.

Later, Zhou Meize became a big pig’s trotters (slang for a man who is a jerk/player/doesn’t know what he wants). Unable to break free from her family’s control, she grew tired of this “forced” engagement.

She had countless opportunities to speak up; the two families could have peacefully dissolved the engagement anytime she wanted.

But Zhou Meize stubbornly refused, choosing instead to hurt a person who genuinely cared for her, all while posing as a victim who was being forced against her will.

Ye Yu didn’t say much more, and Fang Zhile didn’t press the issue.

“I have to go to work later,” Fang Zhile said. “Where do you want to go? Home? I mean my home.”

Ye Yu looked curious. She knew Fang Zhile was working but wasn’t sure what the job was. For her, working was a novelty that hadn’t existed in her life before and probably wouldn’t exist in the future.

Ye Yu asked, “Where do you work?”

Fang Zhile pointed to the row of eateries on the street behind them. “Usually these kinds of places. Right now, I’m working at a milk tea shop, three streets away from the school.”

After a thought, Fang Zhile added, “The little rabbit latte art was made there.”

Little rabbit? Latte art? The little rabbit that had been sitting out all night, chilled, with only the outline of the latte art remaining?

Ye Yu considered this, then grabbed the back of Fang Zhile’s bike seat.

“I want to go with you.”

Fang Zhile hesitated repeatedly. “It’s just a milk tea shop. It’s not that fun.” She wasn’t against bringing Ye Yu, but she was mainly worried that she wouldn’t be able to look after her when things got busy at work.

Weekend afternoons were peak hours, and Fang Zhile could already imagine Ye Yu getting bored sitting alone in the milk tea shop all afternoon.

“I’m going to drink milk tea,” Ye Yu shook the bike seat, her voice sweet. Her long hair, shimmering with a golden glow in the sunlight as she moved, created a beautiful halo. “I just want to see where you work.”

Fang Zhile thought it over. “Alright then. If you want to leave later, just go ahead.”

Ye Yu smiled and said, “Okay. But I want the coffee you made for me last time.”

“That’s great then!” Fang Zhile’s eyes widened. “You can try my skills.”

The two, who had been chattering about the little rabbit latte art the whole way, headed straight for the back area as soon as they arrived.

The little rich girl was slumped in a lounge chair in the back, a thin sheet of A3 paper covering her face. She didn’t even look up at the sound, announcing loudly, “The shop isn’t open yet.”

Fang Zhile placed her backpack on the counter, resigned. “Then when will you open?”

The little rich girl snatched the paper off her face and pointed at Fang Zhile. “When the late staff gets to work!”

“I’m not late,” Fang Zhile washed her hands and changed into her uniform. “I clocked in right on time. Not a minute early, not a minute late.”

The little rich girl was stunned. Fang Zhile’s wages were calculated hourly, and she usually arrived nearly two hours early. Now, she was arriving exactly on time. Before she could recover from her shock, another girl walked through the door.

Long hair flowed down to her waist, and her temperament was cool and distant, like a shattered bottle of priceless perfume—every subtle hint exuded nobility and refinement.

“Order whatever you want,” the little rich girl pinched her own thigh, warning herself not to stare, and nervously glanced at the surveillance camera.

Ye Yu scanned the menu from top to bottom but didn’t see coffee. She frowned and asked, “Where is the coffee?”

“This shop does not sell coffee,” the little rich girl suddenly found some courage and asserted. “We only have milk tea and fruit tea.”

Ye Yu smiled, seemingly understanding something. She put the menu down and chose a seat by the window with a good view.

The little rich girl kept her eyes downcast, silently praying that her wife wasn’t looking at the surveillance footage right now.

But as fate would have it, a message popped up on her phone screen, complete with a smiling face emoji.

【My Dearest Wife】: Where is the coffee machine I put in the shop? Why is there no coffee (smile)?

“Of course, we have coffee,” an incongruous voice interjected from behind.

Fang Zhile, who had just been changing, heard their conversation and rushed out before even tying her belt.

Her belt was chosen by the little rich girl’s wife—blue Kuromi, adorned with discreet black lace, and perfectly tailored.

Fang Zhile tied the belt as she spoke. Once fastened, it instantly accentuated her curvaceous waist. The person in question was completely unaware. Her shirt sleeves were rolled up near her elbows, and Fang Zhile was hunched over, carefully selecting coffee beans.

The little rich girl’s face was ashen with suppressed anger. She secretly rushed behind Fang Zhile and whispered furiously, “We don’t sell coffee here! You said so yourself before!”

“Oh right, I forgot to tell you,” Fang Zhile glanced at the little rich girl’s phone, which was vibrating like a massage gun. “Are you sure you don’t want to check your phone first?”

The little rich girl glared at Fang Zhile. “Don’t change the subject! I’m giving you three minutes to ask her to leave!”

“Why?” Fang Zhile asked, confused. “She’s my friend.”