The Disabled Villain Omega Uses Her Riches to Get Close to People (GL) - Chapter 23.1

Just as Jing Chaocao suspected, Sijizhai was truly synonymous with high-end luxury.

The restaurant overall featured a simple, ancient style, decorated with various ink paintings and calligraphy works. If one wasn’t told it was a restaurant, it could easily pass for an exhibition hall or a museum.

Without even asking, Jing Chaocao could guess that they were all authentic pieces. Authentic works worth millions! The screens separating the private booths were equally exquisite, clearly costing a fortune.

After entering their private room, they each received a menu. Jing Chaocao looked at the prices: “…”

Everything started at four digits. Now she knew where the money for those million-dollar paintings came from. Truly, the wool comes from the sheep’s back.

She flipped and flipped, finally finding a dish labeled “Qing Huanxi” for 299 on the last page. She curiously asked the waiter nearby: “What is ‘Qing Huanxi’?”

To stand out among so many dishes with such an “excellent” price, she felt she had to get to know this dish.

The waiter maintained a professional smile, his expression unchanging, and replied: “Warm water.”

“We select pure spring water from a valley 3,500 meters above sea level in the Far Green Mountains. After several purification processes, it is provided exclusively by a high-end kettle with precise heat radiation, finally presented as warm water at 60°C.”

Jing Chaocao: “…”

They could have just robbed her of 299 directly, but they insisted on giving her a cup of warm water. Quite the conscientious bandits.

Chi Wanzhu, seeing the Alpha’s distressed look while browsing the menu, realized she couldn’t leave the ordering to her. She beckoned the waiter and rattled off several dish names: “That’s all for now.”

Jing Chaocao felt she wasn’t listening to Chi Wanzhu order food; she was watching the money in Chi Wanzhu’s pocket fly into the pocket of Sijizhai’s owner. Clink, clink—every word shimmered with the golden light of coins.

However, expensive things do have their perks. After taking the first bite, Jing Chaocao couldn’t help but say to Chi Wanzhu: “It’s delicious! You should try this too!”

Delicious, delicious, delicious. Although she had eaten the takeout before, it tasted best when steaming hot. The flavor was on a whole other level. It truly lived up to a process that an 800-word essay couldn’t fully describe.

Chi Wanzhu ordered plenty of dishes, ensuring they both ate their fill. Midway through the meal, Jing Chaocao’s phone screen lit up. She held her chopsticks in one hand and swiped the message open with the other.

Ji Ling: Where are you right now?

Jing Chaocao: Eating.

Jing Chaocao: [image.jpg]

She casually sent back a photo.

Ji Ling: You’re at Sijizhai?

Ji Ling: [Lemon-flavored salt / Feeling sour emoji]

Ji Ling had been to Sijizhai and recognized the style immediately.

Jing Chaocao: Yes! The food here is super good!

Jing Chaocao: But why the sour emoji?

Ji Ling: Because Chi Wanzhu has never treated me to a meal there. She’s only ever treated me to Gedatang!

Jing Chaocao still didn’t quite understand.

Jing Chaocao: Gedatang is good too, it’s easy on the stomach.

Ji Ling: You don’t understand. It’s a tragedy!

She looked up at Chi Wanzhu. “President Chi, Dr. Ji said you treated her to Gedatang?”

Chi Wanzhu had set down her chopsticks the moment the other person picked up her phone. Hearing the question, she said: “It wasn’t exactly my treat.”

It must still be related to her then. Jing Chaocao felt she understood the key point instantly. “I get it. Was the soup so delicious that it made Dr. Ji cry with joy?” Dr. Ji is truly lucky!

Chi Wanzhu: “…The taste was likely fine.” Whether the ingredients were toxic or not didn’t affect the flavor.

Ji Ling didn’t know her words were being broadcasted in real-time.

Ji Ling: Never mind that. Do you remember what I said about the massage?

Ji Ling: Persuade the big President Chi more. Try it whenever there’s a chance. She never listens to me.

Jing Chaocao looked up at Chi Wanzhu. The other woman was holding that 299 “Qing Huanxi.” Her fingertips resting on the transparent glass looked exceptionally elegant. The person was expensive, and the water was even more expensive.

She lowered her head to continue messaging.

Jing Chaocao: Why is President Chi unwilling?

People with leg issues should actually get more massages. Although Chi Wanzhu was far from standing up or starting rehabilitation, it was always good to prepare early.

Ji Ling: Probably doesn’t want people touching her. She’s a huge germaphobe.

And since it involved her injured legs, she would be even less willing to let anyone see. Ji Ling herself could only perform examinations.

Jing Chaocao: What if I touch them anyway?

Ji Ling: …

Ji Ling: Then I’ll lose my sponsorship.

Sponsorship: the only weakness in her life.

Jing Chaocao: But if she doesn’t listen to you, she definitely won’t listen to me, right?

She felt it was a long shot. An employee telling the boss what to do? That’s completely backwards.

Ji Ling: She definitely will!

Ji Ling had known Chi Wanzhu for years and could feel that, at the very least, Chi Wanzhu didn’t completely reject Jing Chaocao.

Ji Ling: And if she doesn’t reject you, then by rounding it up, she likes you!

Ji Ling: You’re a professional. I’m sure you can use your superb techniques to make her unable to leave you!

Jing Chaocao: …

She felt that if they chatted for two more minutes, their chat page would be banned. Also, wasn’t that “rounding up” a bit much?

Jing Chaocao: I’ll try my best, but I can’t guarantee success.

Ji Ling: Remember to charge her! Charge her a lot!

The annual revenue of Star Group was beyond imagination, and Chi Wanzhu’s personal funds were even more so. If money were wool, Chi Wanzhu would be a giant, fluffy white sheep.

Jing Chaocao: …

It was clear that Ji Ling and Chi Wanzhu were truly, truly the best of friends!

Ji Ling: By the way, after your agreement with the big President Chi ends, do you want to try it with me?

She felt her charm could compete with Chi Wanzhu’s. Jing Chaocao, just about to close the chat, almost dropped her phone into the hot soup.

Jing Chaocao: …?

What was this? Pre-scheduled poaching? You city people really know how to play.

Perhaps her expression was too shocked, because Chi Wanzhu looked over and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Jing Chaocao turned her phone so she could see the screen.

Chi Wanzhu: “…”

“She’s joking. Don’t mind her.”

She hadn’t expected Ji Ling to actually ask.

Jing Chaocao nodded: “I know. I won’t believe it. I’ve already rejected her.” She replied to the message.

Jing Chaocao: No.

She would absolutely stay faithful to her duties and not be half-hearted!

Chi Wanzhu rubbed the side of her glass and said: “I won’t interfere with your decisions after the agreement expires.” After all, Ji Ling was asking about the future. “However, Ji Ling has quite a lot of ex-girlfriends.”

She felt Ji Ling wasn’t a suitable match for Jing Chaocao.

Jing Chaocao blinked: “That’s a long way off. I truly don’t have feelings for Dr. Ji right now.” She just didn’t expect Chi Wanzhu to gossip. She wondered how many “a lot” meant. Eight? Nine? Or into double digits? For Chi Wanzhu to remember, it must be quite a few.

Ji Ling, who only had three ex-girlfriends, suddenly sneezed while walking to the cafeteria. She looked at the sun—it didn’t seem like the season for a cold. She rubbed her nose and looked at the reply.

Ji Ling: …

Ji Ling: Such cold words, as if we never loved.

Ji Ling almost suspected Chi Wanzhu had hijacked the phone to send that. Jing Chaocao couldn’t help but laugh.

Jing Chaocao: I want to be single-minded toward President Chi.

Ji Ling: Fine.

Ji Ling: Let’s connect when you have time. I’ll treat you to a big meal, definitely better than Sijizhai!

Jing Chaocao: Deal!

A big meal was a must!

After finishing their meal, they returned to Cloud Top Villa. Compared to last time, Jing Chaocao was more familiar with the place. Because of Chi Wanzhu’s legs, there were no steps from the entrance to the interior; instead, there was a gentle slope suitable for a wheelchair.

Jing Chaocao pushed her in after Chi Wanzhu entered the door code. She then made eye contact with Aunt Yue in the living room.

Jing Chaocao blinked. She saw the other woman freeze for a moment, then break into a wide smile. Aunt Yue set down her things and walked over. “Miss, who is this?”

Usually, Chi Wanzhu would leave in the morning and not return until 10:00 PM or later. Aunt Yue had taken the opportunity to tidy up, not expecting her to return so early—especially with a strange girl.

“Aunt Yue, this is Jing Chaocao.” Chi Wanzhu introduced her. “This is Aunt Yue. She takes care of me.”

Jing Chaocao smiled. “Hello, Aunt Yue. You can just call me Chaocao.”

“Chaocao, is it?” Aunt Yue acknowledged warmly, gesturing for them to head to the living room. “Did you have lunch? Should I make something?”

As she spoke, she noticed the paper bag in Jing Chaocao’s hand. It looked familiar. Looking closer, wasn’t that the outfit Chi Wanzhu had specifically asked about a few days ago? Aunt Yue had packed it herself, so the impression was deep. She had been wondering when she’d see the person who owned those clothes.

Confirming the person, her gaze toward Jing Chaocao became even more earnest. A fine-looking girl, polite in speech—clearly a good child. Her Miss’s taste was indeed excellent.

Chi Wanzhu said: “Aunt Yue, we’ve already eaten out. No need to trouble yourself.”

Aunt Yue felt relieved. “As long as you’ve eaten.” She then asked: “Is Chaocao staying tonight? I’ll go buy some groceries and make you something good.”

Jing Chaocao waved her hands. “No, no, I’ll be leaving in a bit. I’ll have to taste your cooking another time.”

Aunt Yue replied: “Next time then. I’ll make mushroom soup for you; the Miss loves it too.” She remembered that last time, Chi Wanzhu had half a bowl more than usual.

After speaking, she headed out to let the two youngsters have some time alone.

Jing Chaocao turned to Chi Wanzhu. “President Chi, you really like mushroom soup?” Had she accidentally gotten it right last time?

Chi Wanzhu: “…”

“I do.” Starting to like it now wasn’t impossible.