After the Cannon Fodder A Accidentally Marked the Paranoid Female Lead - Chapter 11

When He Yiling got home, she received a message from Huo Qi.

[You let her drive your car, and you’re still saying it’s not a big deal.]

Huo Qi really wanted to know if her friend, who was like an iron tree, had finally bloomed.

It was a good thing if she had. The He family was too oppressive. It was so oppressive that a cheerful, lively person would become a walking corpse after being around it. And she didn’t think her friend had the capacity to fall in love with someone. At most, it was novelty, excitement, and a little bit of affection. Physical pleasure was enough; there was no need to get emotionally involved. Maybe it wasn’t fair to Ming Si’an.

But she was He Yiling’s friend, and as a friend, it was normal to be biased. She wanted her friend to have some happy days, even if they were short. At least she would have been happy.

When she suggested that Ming Si’an drive for her and her friend agreed, she knew she was right.

Since the iron tree had bloomed, as a friend, she had to tease it.

He Yiling received the message, casually put her phone on the tea table, and then drank the wine in her hand. She had a habit of being a little tipsy, especially before her estrus period. Otherwise, she couldn’t engage in uninhibited behavior.

The red wine went down, and a slight buzz came over her. She went into the bathroom, took off all her clothes, and lay down in the bathtub, which was already filled with water.

She slowly sank, letting the foamy water cover her head, and only came out after a while.

The bathroom was foggy. Soothing music was playing, and a movie was on.

He Yiling turned the movie’s volume up all the way. Her right hand gripped the edge of the tub. The bubbles on the water’s surface trembled slightly. Soon, the movie reached its climax. She listened to the line, “Desire is not something to be ashamed of.”

She slowly closed her eyes. The scent of cherry rum seemed to linger in her nose, a sweet, intoxicating scent. After her pheromones came in contact with Ming Si’an’s in the private room, her body had changed. Especially with her estrus period approaching, her entire body was incredibly sensitive.

In the past, her estrus period was tough, but the inhibitor was enough to suppress it.

But after experiencing a better feeling than just being tipsy, a slight buzz was no longer enough to calm her down.

Ming Si’an’s pheromones excited every part of her body. It was a crazy desire to destroy.

She felt the difference between pheromones and the inhibitor. Maybe she could keep Ming Si’an and have her release her pheromones for her endlessly.

After the post-coital clarity passed, He Yiling got up and turned on the shower, letting the water, which was only a few degrees warmer than her body temperature, wash over her.

She had received an elite education since birth. Every step she took was planned out. What to learn at one year old, what to learn at three, what to learn at ten, and what to learn at eighteen.

Every minute of her day was meticulously planned, from waking up at 6 a.m. to finishing her studies at 8 p.m. She had two hours to wash up, which included reading a short story before bed. The stories were all related to law. Finally, she would go to sleep at 10 p.m.

Every minute of her time was scheduled. She had to accomplish the goals for each stage. In her teens, she rebelled for the first time, intentionally losing a competition. The consequences were more than she could handle at the time, and she learned a hard lesson.

He Yiling was 24 this year. According to her family’s plan, she should have made a name for herself at the law firm, then entered the core circle of the He conglomerate, gained more influence in the family, and become a prominent lawyer in the industry to maintain the He family’s status in the legal world.

A calm, uneventful life was a good thing. But in the He family, calmness was just a facade. Beneath the calm surface, a turbulent current surged.

Striving to be number one was something she had been doing since she was a child. She was tired of it but had no choice. She followed her family’s planned route strictly. They didn’t care if she could do it or not. If she failed, she would be punished until she succeeded.

He Yiling’s life was a stagnant pool of water. Only different cases would make a little splash. Being a little tipsy made her feel like a human, not a machine. And Ming Si’an’s pheromones could actually make her feel pleasure.

Pleasure? What a rare experience.

Thirty minutes later, He Yiling put on her bathrobe and walked out of the bathroom.

Her eyes fell on her phone. She inexplicably wanted to see where Ming Si’an had gone. She opened her phone and found the car Ming Si’an had driven away among the car apps.

The company?

Hmph, did Ming Si’an want nothing to do with her?

He Yiling opened her Messenger and saw a few unread messages. There were work messages and personal messages.

Huo Qi: [No reply. Asleep?]

And from her mother, Ms. Wu Yan: [Explain the personnel changes at Anling.]

At this hour, she didn’t want to report to Ms. Wu Yan. She just gave her friend a perfunctory reply: [Slept.]

Huo Qi: [You and Ming Si’an are moving fast?]

It was then that He Yiling understood what her friend meant. After a moment, she replied: [I said I slept.]

Huo Qi: [Everyone knows your biological clock is set in stone. It would be a miracle if you were asleep at this hour.]

She followed her schedule strictly every day unless something happened that forced her to break her schedule.

[Get lost (sticker)]

He Yiling grabbed her phone and went back to her room. She received a message from the Royal Bar manager: [Lawyer He, the two girls from last night came for an interview. What do you think?]

The manager also sent her photos of Ming Si’an and her roommate. They were interviewing for a part-time job at the bar?

Ming Si’an wanted to quit her job at Anling, and the part-time job at the bar was her backup plan.

He Yiling guessed what she was thinking. All she could say was: naive.

She didn’t reply. As long as Ming Si’an could finish her work at the firm, whether she had a part-time job or not was none of her business.

But when she thought about the sweet and bitter taste of Ming Si’an’s cherry rum, her throat felt a little dry, and the back of her neck felt hot and swollen. She had already taken care of it once…

“You bastard!”

“Achoo!”

Ming Si’an, who was ironing her work clothes, couldn’t help but sneeze. Who was cursing her?

There were two sets of work clothes for the bar job: a black suit and a black thin tie. At least it didn’t look like an insurance salesperson’s uniform, but…

Cheng Cheng walked out wearing the suit and stood in front of the full-length mirror in the living room. “I look like a bodyguard.”

She kind of did.

“Why don’t you try yours on?”

Ming Si’an hung up her suit. “I already tried it on at the bar.”

She had tried it on and confirmed it fit before taking it home to iron. The manager said the clothes were expensive and should be dry-cleaned. The bar’s work clothes were replaced once a year. If there was a problem with the clothes in the meantime, the employee had to buy a new one before the new ones were issued.

She didn’t have time to dry-clean them before she started working tomorrow, so she had to iron them herself.

Cheng Cheng shook her head. “Checking the size and trying them on to see if they look good are two different things. Even though the uniform has to be the same, you can be creative with the tie, cufflinks, and handkerchief brooch. A unique look is easy to remember and can lead to more tips.”

“How do you know so much?” Ming Si’an asked, confused.

“I have my ways. Hurry up and try it on. We can go shopping together sometime.”

Ming Si’an nodded, took her clothes, and went into the bedroom. She came out wearing the suit again and asked, “How does it look?”

Cheng Cheng: “…broad shoulders, a small waist, and long legs. My heart is getting warm.”

Ming Si’an: “? The suit has shoulder pads.”

Author’s Note

Ming Si’an: My terrible friends are always unreliable with small things.

He Yiling: I agree.