After the Harem Novel’s Female Lead was Spoiled by the Comments - Chapter 21

Upon receiving the internal call from the security office and learning that Zhuang Yi was at the main gate, Yan Qingwen was somewhat surprised: “What business does he have?”

The security guard at the station replied, “He is here to return some clothes.”

Yan Qingwen was about to ask what clothes, but then she suddenly remembered that Zhuang Yi had left wearing the waiter’s uniform from the banquet that day.

Such a trivial matter didn’t necessitate a special report to her.

“Just take them; no need to report to me.”

The guard hesitated: “However, Mr. Zhuang wishes to thank you in person. He also said that due to the improper handling of the incident at the Orestes restaurant, he has been suspended. Mr. Li sent him here to apologize to the Young Madam, saying that he can only return to work if he obtains the Young Madam’s forgiveness.”

The ghost that won’t leave! Yan Qingwen felt a dull ache in her temples.

Wen Hebai, who was currently feeling bored, suddenly perked up. A flash of interest appeared in her eyes as she said, “Then I’ll see him. Let’s see how he plans to apologize.”

“…” Wen Hebai headed out. Yan Qingwen tried to bury herself in work again, only to find she couldn’t settle her mind.

She stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. The clean glass reflected her blurred figure, and soon, Wen Hebai appeared below.

As if sensing something, Wen Hebai suddenly turned back, took off the sunglasses she had put on at some point, and threw her a flirtatious, enchanting wink.

Yan Qingwen: “…”

After thinking for a moment, she decided to go down and see… not because she was worried about Wen Hebai, but because she wanted to see what tricks the “Dragon King” protagonist had left.

Zhuang Yi, having gained permission to enter, was led to the lawn in front of the house. A parasol was set up here, with a set of Nordic light-luxury style tables and chairs placed in the shade.

He instinctively sat in the primary seat and began to survey the entire estate with an air of composure.

The Yan family servants soon brought out flower tea. He waited for a long time but didn’t see the servants take the initiative to pour tea for him, which made him feel dissatisfied.

Who do they think they’re looking down on? Once I take over the Yan family, the first thing I’ll do is fire these blind, useless fools!

“Zhuang Yi.” Wen Hebai’s voice came from behind. Her lazy tone made Zhuang Yi’s heart itch as if scratched by a cat.

But he didn’t forget his purpose for being here. He stood up, pulled out the chair next to him, and adopted the posture of an elegant gentleman: “Miss Wen, please sit.”

Wen Hebai pulled out the chair he had been sitting in, taking his original spot. She didn’t even take off her sunglasses, maintaining a cold, arrogant look that suggested she didn’t think much of him: “Didn’t you say you wanted to apologize to me? I’m here. Apologize.”

Zhuang Yi’s face stiffened. He tried his best to suppress the twitching muscles in his cheeks and adopted a sincere attitude: “I’m sorry, Miss Wen. I shouldn’t have dodged back then. If I hadn’t dodged, the bottle wouldn’t have hit the pillar, and you wouldn’t have been accidentally injured while passing by!”

No one had ever brought him such humiliation, not even the women he took an interest in!

Once I reclaim everything, I’ll definitely make her beg for mercy in tears!

In Zhuang Yi’s lowered eyes, there was a raging fire.

He waited for quite a while but received no response from Wen Hebai. Looking up, he saw Wen Hebai staring at him quietly through her sunglasses. For some reason, behind the black lenses, he felt a sense of disdain.

Clenching his fists slightly, he repeatedly told himself that a small lack of self-control would ruin a great plan.

Wen Hebai suddenly let out a light chuckle—soft, but carrying deep contempt.

“Did you think I would say something like, ‘If you hadn’t dodged, the one hurt would have been you’?”

Zhuang Yi defended himself: “I didn’t think that.”

“You’d better not think that.” Wen Hebai displayed her biting sarcasm to the fullest. “I chose to be a member at Orestes because I believed the environment, hygiene, and safety were guaranteed while dining there. Protecting customers is the duty of employees like you. If even the physical safety of customers can’t be guaranteed, who would be willing to pay hundreds of thousands in membership fees every year? Tell me, am I right?”

Zhuang Yi actually agreed with this statement; after all, if it were him, if he found a single strand of hair in a restaurant, he would have someone tear the place down. However, at this moment, as the subordinate being picked on, he didn’t find it so logical.

Suddenly, he switched to a pitiful expression and pleaded: “It’s all my fault, Miss Wen. Please just forgive me!”

“Just because you apologize, do I have to forgive you?” Wen Hebai maintained her arrogant and biting attitude.

At this moment, Zhuang Yi acted as if he had just noticed Yan Qingwen’s arrival. He spoke in a pitiful, helpless tone: “Miss Yan, I came to apologize.”

Wen Hebai’s body stiffened, and she quickly entered a state of self-abandonment and “letting things slide.”

Yan Qingwen merely glanced at Wen Hebai’s back and said, “I see it. You two continue.”

Zhuang Yi couldn’t see any sign of dissatisfaction with Wen Hebai on her face. He was puzzled. Isn’t this woman supposed to despise vicious, arrogant, and rude people the most? Why is her reaction so flat?

Wen Hebai suddenly perked up. She grabbed Yan Qingwen’s hand and wrapped her arm around Yan’s slender waist, making her sit on her lap. Her voice and breath were sickeningly sweet: “Darling, why didn’t you say anything when you came down? Can’t you bear to be away from me for even a second?”

Yan Qingwen instinctively tried to stand up, but Wen Hebai held her very tightly. She weighed her options for only a second before giving up the struggle and joining the act: “Mhm.”

Seeing this scene, Zhuang Yi felt his blood boiling and his breathing grew heavy.

Wen Hebai, however, was somewhat unhappy that he was still standing there interrupting their “lovey-dovey” time. She said, “I’ve told you everything I need to say. You can go now!”

“Miss Yan, Miss Wen—”

Wen Hebai interrupted him: “We are both married. It’s inappropriate to call us ‘Miss’ anymore. You should call me ‘Young Madam Yan’!”

Zhuang Yi couldn’t bring himself to say it. He wished people would call them “Mrs. Zhuang.”

At that moment, the butler arrived with a woman carrying a medical kit: “Eldest Miss, Young Madam, Miss Liao is here.”

The woman was exquisitely made up, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and long blue-grey hair that reached her waist. High-end designer clothes were visible beneath her white lab coat.

Her gaze fell on Yan Qingwen and Wen Hebai sitting together. Her mouth curled into a playful smile: “Oh, how affectionate.”

Yan Qingwen stood up and sat in a different chair.

Finding her arms empty, Wen Hebai looked at the woman with a face full of impatience: “Why is it you?”

The butler explained: “Dr. Wang had an emergency at home and took a temporary leave. Miss Liao happened to be nearby, so the Liao family arranged for Miss Liao to come over.”

The Yan family’s private doctors all came from the most famous, top-tier private hospital in K City, which was operated by the medical mogul Liao family. The doctor before them was Liao Song, the granddaughter of the Liao family head.

Liao Song had gone abroad to study at age seventeen and returned this year after ten years of medical studies. She was now a surgeon at the Liao family hospital.

Incidentally, she was Jiang Yunhan’s classmate and ex-girlfriend. They had been in a teenage relationship at sixteen for a year, then broke up because Liao Song went abroad.

Three years later—seven years ago—Jiang Yunhan publicly confessed to Yan Qingwen and began his seven-year “pursuit of love.”

While people in the circle praised Jiang Yunhan’s devotion, they couldn’t help but compare Liao Song to Yan Qingwen. Some even said Liao Song lost out by breaking up with him, as now that Jiang Yunhan had someone he liked more, she would likely never find a better man than him.

Yan Qingwen didn’t know what Liao Song was feeling, but she did know that Jiang Yunhan seemed to have followed Liao Song here.

Because she heard Jiang Yunhan’s inner thoughts, and the [Comments Section] began scrolling before her eyes:

【Crap, why is the Dragon King lead here too? I’m screwed. I shouldn’t have soft-heartedly agreed to drive Liao Song here. What if the Dragon King lead misunderstands and thinks I’m trying to steal his woman?】

[The Shura Field has appeared!]

[Everyone, I’m so excited.]

[If Female Lead 1 knew that in the male lead’s heart, Female Lead 3 is ten thousand times gentler, more beautiful, and more considerate than her, would she be jealous?]

Yan Qingwen raised an eyebrow.

“Female Lead 1” was known to be her, and “Female Lead 2” was Su Jinyue. So, who was this “Female Lead 3”?