The Alluring Boss O's Slacker A (Transmigration GL) - Chapter 18.2

Wen Chang Rong had not been able to find work for many days. Only the casino could ease his stress.

Last time, he had owed loan sharks and asked Luo Xi for help, resolving the matter very easily.

Once the wound healed, the pain was forgotten. Wen Chang Rong entering the casino again was practically set in stone. Wen Jin actually did not really want to care about him.

A few days ago, she had just warned Luo Xi. Luo Xi probably would not lend Wen Chang Rong money again.

If Wen Chang Rong borrowed from others, no one with money would probably lend to him.

What she had not expected was that this time, Wen Chang Rong had not owed money.

He had beaten up a noble at the card table.

The other party declared that if he had no money, he would pay with his life.

Wen Jin learned of this three days later, when Luo Xi called. Wen Jin glanced at Ruan Ting Zhi inside the steamy bathroom.

Recently, her relationship with her roommate had been pretty good, so she greeted her from the doorway.

“I’m going out for a bit.”

Ruan Ting Zhi’s voice was mixed with the intimate sound of water washing over her body. “Where?”

“Home.” Wen Jin walked to the door, thought for a moment, then added, “Sleep by yourself tonight.”

S City. Tonight, a rainstorm poured.

Lightning drew a sharp blade across the dim sky, reflected on Wen Jin’s bright, beautiful face and making her seem slightly pale.

“You’re Wen Chang Rong’s daughter, Wen Jin?”

This was the edge of the old city district’s redevelopment zone in the interstellar city. The residents here were a mixed bag. After Wen Chang Rong was fired by the Luo family, he sold the family house and temporarily rented a place here.

On a rainy night before nine o’clock, the streets were as quiet as a dead city.

Inside the dilapidated alley, it was dark as if the sun never reached it. The only light that leaked in came from the red-light district several streets away, where the noise could still be heard.

The garish glow scattered across the sky, allowing Wen Jin to barely see what was happening in the dark alley.

The one who spoke was a tall man with a fierce face. A scar cut from his brow across the bridge of his nose. Beneath his feet lay Wen Chang Rong, beaten almost to the point of unconsciousness.

Puddles filled the muddy pits, deep red. That was Wen Chang Rong’s blood.

Wen Jin held an umbrella and lifted her eyelids.

Her gaze met Wen Chang Rong’s, who was barely maintaining a sliver of consciousness.

Even his breathing seemed difficult. This man who had lived like a gambling drunkard finally seemed to have been beaten afraid. His eyes were filled with despair and terror at finding no way to survive.

His eyes were smeared with either mud, rainwater, or blood. Only after three seconds did he recognize Wen Jin’s face.

“Uu… uu…” His throat made torn, whimpering sounds like a broken bellows, and two streams of tears surged from his eyes.

Wen Jin felt nothing toward this. In truth, she had not planned to come and care about him, but the last trace of the original owner’s consciousness still remained inside this body.

“She” wanted Wen Jin to come.

Because from the moment Wen Jin received that call, her toes had instinctively turned toward the door.

As a quick transmigrator, Wen Jin naturally knew what that meant.

Before leaving this body, the original owner’s greatest regret had been Wen Chang Rong. Because even to her death, she had still expected Wen Chang Rong to return to the father from her childhood, the one who spent three Federation coins to buy his daughter a candied hawthorn skewer.

However, Wen Chang Rong’s most recent domestic violence was the direct cause of the original owner’s death.

Wen Jin had seen all kinds of people. With one glance, she could tell that Wen Chang Rong was sick.

He had violent tendencies.

Perhaps he did have some warm fatherly love for the original owner. Otherwise, the original owner could not have entered Federal University, and could not have held onto a sliver of expectation for her father until death.

But the original owner did not know that Wen Chang Rong had long ago lowered his head and broken his spine under the failures and struggles of life.

Long-term life pressure, bowing and scraping, and having no way to vent his emotions had practically placed this mediocre middle-aged man in a sensitive, tightly stretched mental state. The only way he could find confidence and release was that, in the moment he beat his daughter, he was the butcher standing above her.

Afterward, Wen Chang Rong would regret it every time. But it happened again and again. The next time he lost money or encountered setbacks, he would treat the original owner even worse.

The tears Wen Chang Rong was shedding now were tears of regret, but he was only crying for himself. Because this time, under this failure, he did not even have the strength to stand up and beat his daughter in order to regain confidence.

Wen Jin glanced at Wen Chang Rong, then moved her gaze away without expression and nodded toward the scarred man.

“I am.”

Wen Chang Rong had beaten the son of a casino tycoon. The scarred man was a thug hired by that side.

By rights, after beating Wen Chang Rong to this state, they could probably stop.

But that side had given the word. Wen Chang Rong’s previous loan-shark debts totaled eight hundred thousand. Previously, because they saw that he knew Luo Xi, they had turned a blind eye and allowed him to slowly pay it back. But Wen Chang Rong had beaten the creditor’s son. Not even the face of the king of heaven would be enough now.

“With principal and interest, one million. Not a single cent less.”

Wen Jin thought for a moment and met the scarred man’s gaze. “Why should I save him?”

She rolled up her sleeve. On her beautiful, smooth wrist was a wristband. Wen Jin pushed the wristband a little higher.

Then a pale pink scar, like a thin cord, was exposed in the scarred man’s line of sight.

“You’re definitely going to say blood is thicker than water, that I won’t be so heartless…” Wen Jin said calmly. “But a father like Wen Chang Rong has violent tendencies. Recently, he gambled more and beat me every time. Last month, I cut my wrist and died.”

Wen Chang Rong lay on the ground, his pupils contracting violently.

His breathing even became more rapid. Facing the earthworm-like scar on Wen Jin’s wrist, in the rainy night, it was like a curved knife stabbing straight into Wen Chang Rong’s heart.

Wen Jin did not look at him at all. Holding the umbrella with her jaw, she lowered the wristband she had pushed up on her left arm.

Her tone was flat. A lazy smile hung at the corners of her lips. In the dark night, she had a coldness like clear frost.

For some reason, Wen Chang Rong had the illusion that he had killed the daughter he knew. Facing the current Wen Jin, who had not a trace of emotion in this rainy night, his tears suddenly poured out.

Wen Chang Rong had no way to speak. He could only kneel on the ground, making hoarse sounds, and use the last of his strength to hug the scarred man’s legs.

Wen Jin glanced at him and remained unmoved.

The scarred man had clearly not expected Wen Jin to be so heartless. For a moment, even his vicious, fighting aura fell away. Caught off guard by Wen Chang Rong hugging him, he cursed his bad luck and lifted his foot, kicking Wen Chang Rong away like a sack.

With a muffled groan, Wen Chang Rong’s body flew into the air and crashed down again. His messy head knocked against a stone on the ground, and he fainted.

Only then did Wen Jin lift her head. “Eight hundred thousand. One year. I’ll pay it back on time.”

“Don’t rush to refuse. Discuss it with your boss first. Lending at usurious interest is illegal in itself, right? You can call the police and sue for this money. See whether you end up getting tangled in a lawsuit then.”

“Wen Chang Rong actually has no ability. He’ll be like this even in his next life. If you go to him to collect the debt, it’s very possible you won’t get a single cent. Taking ten thousand steps back, why don’t you just beat him to death tonight? Carrying a human life on your back would free me instead.”

Seeing Wen Jin pull out a sincere smile, the scarred man could not say a single word for a long time.

He turned around and called the client.

Only three minutes later did he come back.

“Eight hundred thousand. Paid off in two months. You don’t need to bargain with me either. The boss knows your name is Wen Jin, a top student from Federal University’s Pharmacy Department. Actually, your name is signed on all those loan-shark debts Wen Chang Rong owes. If you want to graduate safely, or if you don’t want trouble coming to you…”

The scarred man’s tone was full of threat. In the dark night, he could not see Wen Jin’s appearance clearly.

But that did not stop him from seeing Wen Jin’s exquisite figure. A different meaning gradually appeared in his eyes. “Little sister, I work in the red-light district. Or if you plan to take a different shortcut, I can help you…”

Before he finished speaking, someone kicked him over.

Wen Jin focused her gaze. Ruan Ting Zhi was holding a slim ladies’ cigarette between two slender fingers. Her waterfall-like black hair was loose, fluffy, and falling to the hollow of her waist. A pair of rimless silver-chain glasses sat on her nose bridge.

When she struck, no one even saw it. She looked fresh and clean, untouched by a single drop of water, while the scarred man fell forward with a thud, face smashing into the ground as he got a mouthful of dirty water.

Such a large body did not even have the strength to stand. This kind of sudden, defenseless attack of qi energy was clearly not on the level of punches and kicks.

Ruan Ting Zhi had used ancient martial qi. The scarred man was so frightened he trembled, not daring to resist at all. Because with an ancient martial cultivator present, ordinary thugs like him had absolutely no ability to fight back.

Wen Jin took a while to process it before meeting Ruan Ting Zhi’s dangerous gaze. The girl’s sharp eyes were fixed on the scarred man, her expression dark as water. A ball of pure white qi energy was gathering in her left palm.

The cigarette in her right hand had already burned down to her fair fingers. Sparks and ash rolled through the air.

Wen Jin walked over and took Ruan Ting Zhi’s left hand.

“It’s fine now.” Wen Jin placed her other hand on Ruan Ting Zhi’s waist, then looked into her eyes and said, “Don’t be afraid.”

It sounded as if Ruan Ting Zhi were the one who had encountered danger. Ruan Ting Zhi’s expression froze on her face. “I’m not afraid.”

“Mm.” Wen Jin lazily yawned, patted Ruan Ting Zhi’s stiff shoulder, and then said, “Then I’m afraid.”

These words almost carried a gentle, coaxing quality. Ruan Ting Zhi froze, and for some reason, withdrew the attack she had gathered in her palm.

“Leaving?” Wen Jin lifted her eyes and looked toward the end of the alley. Ruan Ting Zhi turned her gaze and followed Wen Jin’s line of sight.

Beside her ear, she heard Wen Jin say calmly, “The police are here. Zhi Zhi, run with me.”

Wen Jin’s speech was very slow. Calling her “Zhi Zhi” one word at a time, she made it sound lingering and intimate, yet with a meaning that could not be refused.

This was the first time Wen Jin had called her Zhi Zhi. Ruan Ting Zhi’s hand curled unnaturally, and heat sweat quickly formed in her palm, sticking between their interlocked hands. Ruan Ting Zhi paused, gave a soft “mm,” and let Wen Jin pull her as they ran out.

In the rainy night, the woman holding the umbrella had a very faint smile beside her lips, and there was not much smile in her eyes either. Alone in the dark night, she briefly met Ruan Ting Zhi’s gaze. Beneath the bright umbrella surface, a pair of fully curved peach-blossom eyes was revealed.

Suddenly, Ruan Ting Zhi’s right hand lightened. The cigarette in her hand had been taken by Wen Jin.

The cigarette butt had already burned down to the end. Wen Jin flicked off the ash, and when they ran to the next intersection, she tossed the extinguished half cigarette into the trash can.

“Don’t smoke,” Wen Jin said. “It’s bad for your health.”

Ruan Ting Zhi wanted to say she could not quit.

She had already smoked for more than ten years. It was a bad habit developed on the wasteland planet in her previous life. Whenever her mood grew slightly irritable, or when she could not control her emotions, she relied on this thing to suppress the hostility in her.

At this point, Ruan Ting Zhi suddenly remembered that just now, she seemed to have failed to restrain her killing intent toward Scarface.

This person must have seen some clue.

Yet from beginning to end, Wen Jin was not curious that she smoked.

Nor was she afraid of why her gaze had been so dangerous just now.

Ruan Ting Zhi was naturally suspicious, so she turned sideways, trying to find clues on Wen Jin’s face.

The streetlight stretched the woman’s figure into a long, slender shadow.

Not far ahead was the red-light district. The colorful lights shone down, illuminating Wen Jin’s glazed eyes.

She did not look unhappy at all. She was lazy, elegant, peaceful, and tolerant.

Sensing Ruan Ting Zhi’s gaze, Wen Jin met her eyes. Their gazes crossed, and a smile quickly climbed into Wen Jin’s eyes. She asked, “What? Unhappy about quitting smoking?”

Ruan Ting Zhi looked away. “No.”

She pulled her crossbody bag over, took out the remaining half-pack of ladies’ cigarettes inside, and as if possessed, walked to the trash can in front of Wen Jin.

This action was practically subconscious. Only when Ruan Ting Zhi realized her own embarrassing behavior did her whole body stiffen.

Annoyed in her heart, she admitted that she was lustful and coveted her roommate’s body…

But not to the point of indulging her this much. Just because Wen Jin said to quit smoking, she would quit? What a joke.

Ruan Ting Zhi’s hand holding the cigarettes paused in midair. Before she could argue, Wen Jin suddenly wrapped her hand around the back of Ruan Ting Zhi’s and sighed. “You can smoke. Ten cigarettes a week?”

Ruan Ting Zhi: “?”

“Or one when you’re in a bad mood?”

“With that tone, you make it sound like I’m a heavy smoker. Aren’t you going to ask why I smoke?”

Ruan Ting Zhi muttered, but her mood was inexplicably much better.

She thought she had hidden things rather well in front of Wen Jin.

In the end, Wen Jin only smiled and brushed the granny-gray hair that had drifted to her cheek behind her ear.

“Then I’ll ask.” Wen Jin said, “Tell me?”

Wen Jin was not curious about Ruan Ting Zhi smoking.

In the novel, before Ruan Ting Zhi blackened, she always had to smoke. It was her ritual before doing bad things. She could smoke many sticks in a day, then grind people’s bones to dust and scatter their ashes.

Just now, seeing the girl’s skillful posture while holding the cigarette, and the hostility all over her body, Wen Jin had felt some lingering fear in her heart. After all, tonight, Ruan Ting Zhi had stood up for her.

This also indirectly reminded Wen Jin that Ruan Ting Zhi’s mental state could not be considered good either. She could blacken at any time.

Tonight, Wen Jin had made her witness such a violent scene and had made her act for her.

With some guilt in her heart, Wen Jin’s tone unconsciously revealed a gentleness that could be considered soothing.

When Wen Jin took the initiative to treat someone well, no one could resist.

Her glazed eyes seemed able to completely hold Ruan Ting Zhi inside them.

Ruan Ting Zhi stared for a long time, then said with an uncomfortable expression, “I heard you say Wen Chang Rong forced you into suicide. Your wrist…”

“You even heard that.” Wen Jin teasingly curved her eyes and did not let Ruan Ting Zhi continue.

The suicide had been done by the original owner. It had nothing to do with her.

Tonight, she had gone over and saved Wen Chang Rong only to soothe the original owner’s obsession.

But that final act of exposing her wrist had been done deliberately by Wen Jin.

She had always liked using some insignificant actions, under existing conditions, to achieve the effect of eliminating future trouble.

For example, tonight’s punches had fallen on Wen Chang Rong’s body. Wen Chang Rong would definitely hurt all night.

But Wen Jin did not mind making him hurt a little more, because some people would only feel dread once the pain was carved into their heart.

Wen Chang Rong was a mediocre, useless man who vented the grievances and failures he suffered from others through beating his daughter. In truth, even he himself did not know that this had long since stopped being a father educating his daughter, and had become a twisted personality.

Wen Jin did not hesitate to tear open Wen Chang Rong’s final excuse in the most direct way and make him clearly understand that being useless and mediocre was no one’s fault. But because he was useless and mediocre, because he could not control his emotions and was addicted to gambling, he had killed the original owner.

Nothing could be more unforgettable than this.

In the future, every time Wen Chang Rong wanted to gamble, he would think of how the original owner once cut her wrist for him.

Unfortunately, the original owner was dead. The one who had come alive was Wen Jin.

“If you think it looks ugly, next time I’ll get scar-removal surgery, and the mark on my wrist will be gone.” Wen Jin said it jokingly. Today, her tone was especially gentle, and she spoke more than usual.

In that lazy, soft voice, one could almost hear indulgence.

This made Ruan Ting Zhi uncomfortable again. For one especially irrational second, she wanted to spend money on Wen Jin.

She coveted this person’s body and did not want to waste time pretending to be weak. Since Wen Jin lacked money, then perhaps she might as well use money for a direct exchange of interests.

Under this mutual-help arrangement, they could establish one more layer of relationship: each taking what they needed.

Ruan Ting Zhi was an adult. She would not think that coveting Wen Jin’s body was love. This was merely a normal need, and there was no need to avoid it.

Ever since discovering her own state, Ruan Ting Zhi had not panicked. If money could solve her needs, from keeping someone to breaking up, everything could be done cleanly and decisively.

Thinking this, Ruan Ting Zhi conveniently calculated the feasibility in her heart.

Ruan Ting Zhi was usually very busy cultivating and managing the Ruan family. The number of times she needed it each week was not many. Her only requirement was that Wen Jin had to be faithful. According to Ruan Ting Zhi’s observations, Wen Jin did not even have time to sleep, so she should be relatively clean.

So if Wen Jin happened to lack money… Thinking of what Scarface had said earlier about introducing work—

Ruan Ting Zhi opened her mouth.

But in the next second, when she met Wen Jin’s charming peach-blossom eyes, the words got stuck in her throat. For some reason, she swallowed them back.

She walked beside Wen Jin absentmindedly. Suddenly, on the motor lane to their left, a lightning car sped past the pedestrian intersection. Wen Jin reached out, held Ruan Ting Zhi’s rounded shoulder, and guided her toward the inside on the right.

Ruan Ting Zhi opened her doe eyes.

She wanted to spend money on this person again. The feeling was especially strong.

After hesitating for a moment, she pulled over her crossbody bag and took out a wallet.

The wallet was densely packed with cards like a jungle.

Wen Jin lowered her lashes and looked over, a row of question marks practically appearing in her eyes.

“Those loan sharks from earlier aren’t anything.” Ruan Ting Zhi licked her dry lips and handed the wallet to Wen Jin. “The password is six zeros.”

Wen Jin: “Hm?”

“I told you last time. If you’re short of money, borrow it from me.” Ruan Ting Zhi looked away, gazing at their shadows on the ground. “Just remember to pay it back. It doesn’t matter when.”

Before she finished speaking, Wen Jin bent her finger and flicked Ruan Ting Zhi’s fluffy black hair.

“Thank you.” Wen Jin’s voice was wrapped in laughter. “But Sister isn’t as fragile and helpless as you think. No matter how bad things get, I don’t have the face to take advantage of my roommate to this extent.”

After they finished walking through the red-light district ahead, there was a commercial street.

Wen Jin saw Ruan Ting Zhi’s eyelids droop. She did not know what the girl was thinking, but she seemed dispirited.

Lifting her head, Wen Jin glanced at the silk nightdresses and branded clothing hanging outside a boutique not far away.

She leaned her head over, her lips stopping beside Ruan Ting Zhi’s ear, and said softly, “You really want to spend money on me? Then why don’t you accompany me shopping?”

Normally, Wen Jin certainly would not go shopping. She was actually a little sleepy.

But thinking of how she already owed Ruan Ting Zhi several favors, and how Ruan Ting Zhi seemed a little dazed before blackening…

So silly she had even told an outsider her bank card password. No wonder someone like Luo Xi would forcibly seize her.

Wen Jin lowered her eyes and decided that before Ruan Ting Zhi suffered those hardships, as long as it did not involve feelings or the main plotline, she would treat this person a little better.

So she patiently asked again.

Who knew that when she turned her head, she would see the girl’s lashes hanging softly, the corners of her eyes reddened.

As if she had been bullied by Wen Jin. Wen Jin gave a puzzled sound and placed her hand over Ruan Ting Zhi’s forehead, testing her temperature. “No fever?”

Ruan Ting Zhi: “…”

Ruan Ting Zhi felt as if electricity had run through her entire body, even the arches of her feet uncontrollably tightening.

She forcefully suppressed the sharp gasp that almost spilled from her lips.

Subconsciously, she reached into her bag, wanting to rely on smoking a cigarette to ease her overly sensitive body that had been teased.

When her fingers touched the bag, she furrowed her brows and gave up.

Coldly brushing Wen Jin’s hand away, Ruan Ting Zhi supported herself on slender legs and barely pulled some distance to the side, then walked toward the commercial street.

“The latest bags, dresses, and slightly simpler hoodie sets newly released for this autumn include…”

…

Ruan Ting Zhi was taking a call in the corner. Wen Jin had no interest in entering the fitting room. She glanced at the pile of clothing in front of her and picked out two seasonal knit tops, two pairs of high-waisted jeans, one casual outfit, and one nightdress for herself. Then she lifted her eyes and measured Ruan Ting Zhi’s waist, hips, and chest with her gaze.

Even from far away, Ruan Ting Zhi sensed a gaze landing on her. She looked over without emotion, only to meet Wen Jin’s appraising gaze.

Pulling the low ponytail behind her to the side of her face, Ruan Ting Zhi then said to Wan Shi Shi on the phone as if nothing had happened, “What did you just say?”

“I’ve repeated this three times already. Are you busy over there?”

Ruan Ting Zhi pressed her lips together. “I’m listening.”

“Salted Fish Jin has only appeared once from registration to login. The technical department tracked her IP address and it shows Federal University.”

Ruan Ting Zhi was stunned for a while, then gave an “oh.” “Keep tracking.”

“But what if she doesn’t go online?”

“Then wait for her to go online.”

When Ruan Ting Zhi hung up, Wen Jin was reporting measurements.

“Height, 172 centimeters. Bust 86, waist 66, hips 85. Mine.”

The sales assistant beside her had probably never seen a female Beta buy clothes like Wen Jin did. Even female Alphas did not buy clothes the way Wen Jin did—simple and direct.

But it had to be said: those measurements were truly a model figure that made women envious.

Ruan Ting Zhi put her phone into her bag and automatically memorized those three numbers. She stepped over, and in the next second, heard Wen Jin report another string of numbers. “Hers. Height about 170 centimeters. Bust 83, waist 64, hips 82.”

Wen Jin picked up a lotus-green long dress and asked the sales assistant, “Do you have a size suitable for my classmate?”

Ruan Ting Zhi blinked, inexplicably at a loss. An Omega’s measurements were generally only known by their partner.

The sales assistant beside them wore an ambiguous expression and joked, “You’re very considerate toward your girlfriend. She’s blushing.”

Ruan Ting Zhi: “…”

Wen Jin: “…”

When it came time to pay, Wen Jin finally remembered that she had no money.

The sales assistant brought her wristband closer, but Wen Jin did not move.

The sales assistant gave an “ah” and expressed understanding. “Do you want to split the bill?”

Nowadays in the interstellar era, many partners liked splitting expenses.

At this point, Wen Jin still did not say anything, because it was too embarrassing.

Ruan Ting Zhi knew Wen Jin’s situation. Even if Wen Jin had not suggested shopping tonight, she would have suggested it.

Because the clothes in her roommate’s wardrobe would soon no longer be wearable.

Although the other party spoke lightly, she was simultaneously carrying eight hundred thousand in loan-shark debt and Luo Xi’s installment payments.

Ruan Ting Zhi found it difficult to imagine how, in such a difficult situation, Wen Jin managed to hide all her negative emotions, digest them alone, and even refuse to drag Ruan Ting Zhi in.

Ruan Ting Zhi’s brows furrowed slightly as she prepared her wording.

On the other side, the sales assistant misunderstood. Taking their silence as denial, she familiarly brought the wristband against Wen Jin’s.

Then in the next second, with a beep, payment succeeded.

Ruan Ting Zhi’s back stiffened. “…”

A layer of astonishment flashed through Wen Jin’s peach-blossom eyes. Without changing expression, she looked at the transaction details on her wristband. One minute later, a trace of laughter spread through her eyes.

This was the prize money from that translation championship. An unexpected windfall.

“Don’t you have no money? I’ll pay! And I have clothes to wear.” Ruan Ting Zhi felt extremely subtle.

Wen Jin was already this poor, yet she had still thought of buying clothes for her. What did this person mean?

Was she flirting with her?

Ruan Ting Zhi looked at Wen Jin.

“Just think of it as…” Wen Jin placed the packaged floral-print bag in her hand into Ruan Ting Zhi’s palm, raised her brows, and said, “me sharing a little happiness with you.”

The weather was getting colder and colder. Wen Jin needed clothes for winter. She had never been someone who would wrong herself by wearing thin summer clothes in freezing weather.

Eight hundred thousand was not something she could easily borrow from a roommate, but one thousand Federation coins was something Wen Jin was still willing to shamelessly borrow again. By the way, she could buy a piece of clothing as interest and give it to Ruan Ting Zhi.

Ruan Ting Zhi did not understand the situation. This person had made her voice very soft, and the corner of her eye swept over like a hook.

In that moment, Ruan Ting Zhi felt something explode in her head. From her heart to her tailbone, everything went numb.

Ruan Ting Zhi disliked this out-of-control tremor very much. She softly thanked her.

Tentatively, she looped her arm around Wen Jin’s. Seeing that the other party had no intention of shaking her off, Ruan Ting Zhi took a deep breath, pressed the tip of her tongue against the roof of her mouth, and murmured, “Wen Jin… do you like me?”

“Mm.” Wen Jin: “Hm?”