Zhou Zhuofei stared at her phone screen, feeling an indescribable sense of unease.
She had never communicated this frequently with Du Yu’s boyfriend before.
Though the previous two exchanges had valid reasons, she wondered if she was just being overly sensitive.
Zhou Zhuofei had never considered herself adept at interacting with the opposite sex. Before starting her career, her focus had been solely on academics and hobbies. Even when joining university clubs, it was purely to share her passions with like-minded peers.
And that’s exactly what she did—spending years in the club happily binge-watching anime, cosplaying, attending comic conventions, and competing in gaming tournaments.
She enjoyed every moment, never paying much attention to gender, believing shared interests were all that mattered.
During out-of-town conventions, she’d even shared a room overnight with both male and female friends.
Eventually, couples began forming within the club, yet Zhou Zhuofei was always the last to know.
Du Yu often teased her for being oblivious, too absorbed in fun to notice anything else.
At the time, Zhou Zhuofei had bristled at the accusation. Wasn’t actively participating in club activities a good thing? How was she supposed to know about secret flirtations if no one told her?
She still remembered Du Yu’s exasperated expression.
"Think about it—some members either skipped events together or showed up as a pair. How did you miss that? And you call yourself a mystery novel fan. Secret relationships leave clues. You just weren’t looking."
Confronted with Du Yu’s airtight logic, Zhou Zhuofei had no choice but to admit her own denseness.
It was then that she began recognizing the nuances of romantic relationships.
Later, when a guy she liked showed interest, she’d been unsure until Du Yu confirmed it was genuine pursuit.
Curiosity about love, combined with her observations, eventually led Zhou Zhuofei to agree to a relationship.
That three-month first love became a memory she’d rather forget.
The heartache faded with time, but the experience left her convinced she wasn’t cut out for romance.
Two people felt like a crowd; she preferred solitude—with just a cat for company.
Three years into her job, Zhou Zhuofei still turned down every advance, rejecting even subtle hints from male colleagues.
She refused Du Yu’s suggestion to fake a boyfriend as a deterrent.
To her, lies bred more lies, and she wouldn’t live that way.
Besides, why should needing a boyfriend be the only valid reason to reject someone?
Why couldn’t "I don’t want a relationship" suffice?
Her choices were hers alone—no one else’s business.
Her strategy was simple: keep work discussions in group chats, never privately. Office hours were for work; personal time meant replying only when she felt like it.
Though Luo Jing joked around at the office, their interactions never extended beyond it.
The approach worked perfectly—she might’ve missed opportunities, but avoided far more trouble.
Lost in thought, Zhou Zhuofei’s phone buzzed again.
This time, Han Chubin was calling. Maybe something urgent?
She answered, hearing his voice immediately: "Mumu? Are you free now?"
"Uh… what’s up?"
"I’m near your company. If you’re free, come down—I’ve got a thank-you gift for you."
"You really didn’t have to… I barely helped."
"Still, I interrupted your lunch break yesterday. Coming down now?"
"Alright, give me a sec."
After informing her colleagues Ye and Qiao, Zhou Zhuofei headed to the elevators—where she ran into Xiao Wang.
"Secretary Xiao, had lunch yet?" she greeted casually.
"Yep. You heading out to eat?"
"Nah, just some errands downstairs."
The elevator reached the lobby, and Zhou Zhuofei spotted Han Chubin waiting in the reception area.
His flamboyant style turned heads, drawing glances from passing employees.
As she approached, he smiled and handed her a kraft paper bag.
"For you."
Zhou Zhuofei had expected coffee or bubble tea—not something this substantial.
She hesitated. "What is it?"
Instead of answering, he pushed the bag into her hands. "Just take it."
The weight surprised her—easily ten times heavier than Zhan Zilang’s chocolates.
A peek inside revealed a gift-wrapped rectangular box, unmarked and oddly sized for the bag.
Du Yu’s words echoed: "He’s impulsive—especially with money."
Before she could react, Han Chubin stood to leave. "Alright, I’m off. We’ll talk later."
"Wait, this is—" But he was already striding away, leaving her no chance to protest without causing a scene.
In seconds, he vanished through the doors.
Her phone buzzed again—another message from Han Chubin:
[Thanks for yesterday.]
Zhou Zhuofei stood frozen, grappling with the inexplicable situation.
Logically, it shouldn’t be complicated. Yet something felt… off.
Anxiety coiled in her chest, her fingers instinctively picking at her nails as she struggled to steady her breathing.
The lobby’s noise faded into static, her mind trapped behind self-built walls.
"Xiao Zhou, going back up?"
A familiar voice barely registered until a hand touched her shoulder—
—shattering the barrier, jolting her back to reality.
Zhou Zhuofei looked up and saw Xiao Wang’s concerned face.
The familiar features snapped her back to awareness instantly, and she instinctively forced herself to perk up. "Huh? Xiao Wang, were you looking for me?"
"It’s nothing. I just saw you here alone and wondered if you wanted to go upstairs," Xiao Wang replied gently, his tone no different from usual.
He had come down to handle some business at the front desk when he happened to spot Zhou Zhuofei talking to a stranger. At the time, she had her back to him, and the distance between them was too great for him to pay much attention.
But when he finished his task and glanced up again, he noticed Zhou Zhuofei still standing there alone, the man from earlier nowhere in sight.
Because he could only see her back, Xiao Wang quickly picked up on the small gesture of her picking at her nails.
He had read a few psychology books in his spare time and knew that nail-picking was a classic sign of nervousness or anxiety.
Everyone had their own little quirks, and Xiao Wang happened to be particularly observant.
This ability to read people had served him well in his career.
For instance, he knew Ling Yu liked to fiddle with his cufflinks when deep in thought, and Zhou Zhuofei often took a deliberate breath or paused for a few seconds before speaking or acting.
But he had rarely—if ever—seen Zhou Zhuofei pick at her nails before.
She wasn’t the type to hide her emotions. Whenever something bothered her, it showed plainly, making it easy for others to gauge her moods.
Especially during the busiest time of the year for the admin department, she’d often stride briskly down the hallways, radiating a clear "don’t mess with me" energy.
Because of this, Xiao Wang had always assumed Zhou Zhuofei wasn’t one to bottle things up. Yet now, he realized his judgment might have been off.
Seeing no sign of her leaving, he walked over without much thought, curious about what could be making her so anxious—or if he was simply overcomplicating things.
Up close, her distracted state was unmistakable.
Lost in her thoughts, she seemed oblivious to her surroundings, her slightly furrowed brows and uncharacteristically dazed eyes the only hints of her inner turmoil.
Yet the moment she noticed him, she snapped back to attention, clearly trying to hide any signs of distress. Xiao Wang played along, pretending not to notice, and asked if she wanted to head upstairs.
They walked side by side toward the elevators.
Sensing her distraction, Xiao Wang kept the conversation brief before falling silent.
The ride up was unusually quiet—so much so that he found himself glancing at Zhou Zhuofei several times. The absence of her usual lively chatter was jarring.
Then, an idea struck him.
"Zhou Zhuofei, want to go for a smoke?"
"Huh?"
The suggestion caught her off guard. While Xiao Wang’s presence had diverted some of her attention, her thoughts were still too scattered to engage in conversation. And since he was naturally reserved, she hadn’t bothered to fill the silence.
All she wanted was to get back to her desk, see what Han Chubin had sent her, and update Du Yu.
But now Xiao Wang was suggesting they smoke?
"Xiao Wang, I don’t smoke," she said, staring at him as if to ask, Are you okay?
He just smiled. "I know. I was joking."
"Ha… your sense of humor is something else," she replied dryly, though she did consider finding him a smoking buddy. "If you really want a cigarette now, you could ask Brother Liu. He’d definitely join you."
Brother Liu was a notorious smoker in their department, much to the annoyance of their female colleagues.
"I’m not that desperate for a smoke. I only do it occasionally—though you did catch me last time."
"Yeah… I was surprised too. Never pegged you as a smoker. But I get it—work stress and all. A cigarette now and then is understandable."
Had anyone else claimed they only smoked occasionally, Zhou Zhuofei wouldn’t have believed them. But coming from Xiao Wang, she did.
Given how he carried himself, if he said he went clubbing at night and came home to embroider at midnight, she might even buy that.
Still… "You should smoke less, though. It’s bad for you," she muttered. "You work out so much but still smoke—it’s like being healthy but not really. Kind of like me putting on a face mask after pulling an all-nighter."
A soft chuckle beside her made her realize she’d spoken aloud. With close colleagues, it wouldn’t matter—but this was Xiao Wang. Their relationship didn’t warrant such casual remarks.
She quickly backtracked. "Not that it’s any of my business! Modern life’s too hectic to be perfectly healthy anyway. Happiness comes first!"
"No, you’re right," Xiao Wang said, amused. "Exercising but still smoking does give off that ‘healthy but not really’ vibe." He laughed again, surprised he’d never noticed it before.
"Guess people are full of contradictions. Me included."
"Everyone is. Some habits aren’t easy to quit."
By then, they’d reached the office. Zhou Zhuofei bid Xiao Wang goodbye and hurried inside, immediately messaging Du Yu the moment she sat down.
When Du Yu didn’t reply right away, she spammed a barrage of memes until she got a response.
[Stop flooding me with those panda stickers. What’s going on?]
Zhou Zhuofei summarized Han Chubin’s gift, including the omitted detail about helping at the boutique yesterday.
[So what did he give you?]
[No idea. Haven’t opened it yet. It’s huge.]
[Then open it?]
[Too big. Not exactly office-friendly.]
Zhou Zhuofei immediately stashed the item under her desk the moment she sat down, afraid someone might see it. Zhan Zilang’s box of chocolates this morning had already been bold enough—she didn’t need a second round of attention.
[Then open it after work and let me know.]
[Okay.]
After chatting with Du Yu, Zhou Zhuofei felt much better.
Truth be told, she had already snapped out of her earlier mood the moment Xiao Wang started talking to her about smoking.
She had always been overly sensitive when it came to interactions with the opposite sex. Usually, because such situations were rare, it didn’t show. But the slightest hint of something would send her spiraling into overthinking.
Du Yu always insisted that the trauma from her last relationship had left her with a pessimistic attitude toward love, making her wary of any kind of male attention. Zhou Zhuofei never admitted it, though. She figured Du Yu, being naturally adept at navigating relationships, was just projecting her own perspective onto the situation.
But then, not long after, Du Yu came back to verify the details.
[What exactly did he say when he came by?]
[Just that he was passing by and wanted to give me something. He left after a few minutes.]
Zhou Zhuofei simply forwarded her chat log—it wasn’t even ten sentences in total.
In response, Du Yu shared a snippet of her own conversation with Han Chubin.
Zhou Zhuofei skimmed through it. Judging by the timestamp, it happened right after she had reached out to Du Yu. The exchange started with casual small talk before Du Yu asked what he was up to.
Han Chubin replied that he was hanging out with friends, and the topic soon veered elsewhere.
At this point, Zhou Zhuofei was even more convinced her instincts were right. But with Du Yu, she chose to tread carefully—what if she was wrong? She didn’t want to stir up unnecessary drama.
[Maybe he’s planning a surprise for your birthday and wants to keep it a secret for now?]
[Maybe. Just see what the gift is first.]
[Got it.]
The conversation paused again. Zhou Zhuofei tried to focus on work, but her mouse kept hovering aimlessly over files, her mind elsewhere. Eventually, she gave up and resignedly pulled the bag out from under her desk, fishing a pair of scissors from her drawer.
If she didn’t figure this out now, neither she nor Du Yu would get any work done.
With that thought, Zhou Zhuofei carefully cut through the wrapping paper, trying not to make too much noise.
The moment she made the first slit, a familiar shade of light blue peeked through.
She immediately recognized it—the signature color of that brand from yesterday. As she worked faster, the logo on the box came into view. It was the same one!
A box this big… Had Han Chubin really bought her a bag?
Zhou Zhuofei tore off the rest of the wrapping and laid the box flat on the floor. When she lifted the lid, her jaw dropped.
Inside was the limited-edition handbag in that exact color.
No more hesitation. She snapped a photo and sent it to Du Yu. If Han Chubin had just bought any ordinary bag, she might have doubted herself. But this? This was the same design—and even more expensive than the one Du Yu owned.
What the hell was wrong with this guy?
What was he thinking, giving her something this extravagant?
After taking the photo, Zhou Zhuofei quickly packed the bag away. Meanwhile, Du Yu was losing it on the other end.
[??? What’s his deal?]
[Calm down! Stay calm—anger gives you wrinkles.]
[I am calm.]
Du Yu’s face might have been expressionless, but her keyboard was taking a beating, clattering like firecrackers.
At first, she hadn’t thought much of it. Han Chubin had always been popular with women, and he was naturally good at socializing. Sending a thank-you gift seemed like something he’d do.
But after seeing Zhou Zhuofei’s photo, “good at socializing” no longer cut it as an explanation.
Truthfully, the bag Zhou Zhuofei now held was the one Du Yu had originally wanted. But considering they’d only been dating for a few months, she’d opted for a cheaper model to avoid burdening him.
Who could’ve predicted it would end up like this?
Reading Zhou Zhuofei’s attempts to console her, Du Yu took a deep breath and considered her next move.
[Should we meet up today? I’ll give you the bag, and you can return it to him.]
Whether it was a misunderstanding or not, Zhou Zhuofei wasn’t keeping it.
This wasn’t like Zhan Zilang’s chocolates—those had been given openly, and she could accept them without guilt, knowing there’d be plenty of chances to return the favor later.
But Han Chubin was different. She didn’t want to owe him anything. In fact, she suspected this was some kind of scheme—deliberately leaving the bag unwrapped and leaving so quickly, all to keep her from realizing what it was until it was too late.
If she accepted it, it would signal that lavish gifts worked on her, encouraging him to keep trying.
If she refused, she’d have to seek him out, ensuring another encounter.
It was a trap either way, leaving him room to maneuver.
And Zhou Zhuofei hated people who thought they could manipulate situations like this. So her solution? Hand it straight to Du Yu.
Of course, if she were feeling particularly petty, she could always gift it to Du Yu in front of Han Chubin later, thanking him sweetly for the birthday present.
But that would be too dramatic—they weren’t starring in some soap opera.
Then again, she’d seen plenty of ridiculous plots like this in trashy romance novels, usually involving love triangles between two women and one man or vice versa.
Thankfully, she wasn’t the heroine or even the second lead—no need to get tangled up in this nonsense.
[Why return it? Just keep it.]
[Please, don’t mess with me. I don’t want any trouble.]
Zhou Zhuofei sent a string of tearful emojis. Du Yu was the type to wear her emotions on her sleeve, and when she got angry, Zhou Zhuofei’s first instinct wasn’t to calm her down—it was to find cover.
In her opinion, no one in the world could pacify Du Yu once she was truly furious.
[Fine. Give it to me in a couple of days then.]
[Okay. So what are you going to do now?]
[Nothing for now. I’ll wait and see.]
[Good call. Just don’t get worked up—it’s not worth it!]
Du Yu was about to reply with a “don’t worry” when she noticed Han Chubin had texted again, asking if she wanted to meet tonight.
After a brief pause, her fingers flew across the keyboard.
[Already made plans with Mumu tonight.]
Normally, that would’ve been the end of it.
She never interfered with Han Chubin’s social life, and if she had plans, he’d usually make his own.
But this time, he replied almost instantly.
[What are you two doing?]
[Just dinner and maybe some shopping. Why, you wanna join?]
[I’ll leave you to your girl time. Old Cao invited me out anyway. Let me know where you end up—I’ll pick you up later.]
[Sure.]
Reading his message, Du Yu couldn’t help but scoff under her breath.
Before Du Yu and Han Chubin got together, Han Chubin used to look for her very frequently. He would almost come to have meals with her and send her home every day.
After they got together, however, he gradually became less enthusiastic. He would often decline her requests on the pretext of being too busy, but he would help her call a car, and his attitude was still quite nice.
Previously, Du Yu didn't think there was anything wrong with it. After all, she was looking for a boyfriend, not a driver. Moreover, Han Chubin came from a wealthy family and had a complex social life, so she could understand his situation.
But today, she seemed to see the enthusiasm he had when they first met again.
She sent the screenshot she had just taken to Zhou Zhuofei again. Zhou Zhuofei immediately replied with an OK gesture, indicating that she had understood Du Yu's intention.
The efficient communication with her friend made Du Yu feel much better.
Du Yu had always been straightforward. Whether she was soft - hearted or not was another matter, but she definitely had a sharp tongue. As a result, she had offended quite a few people during her school days. It was only after she started working that she learned to be a bit more tactful.
Zhou Zhuofei's personality was a perfect match for hers. Although they only met in college, they both felt as if they had known each other for a long time.
Most importantly, Zhou Zhuofei understood her. Their tacit understanding seemed to be innate. Du Yu didn't need to explain much, and Zhou Zhuofei would start to cooperate.
As for the matter of Han Chubin...
Du Yu frowned impatiently. She really intended to have a serious relationship this time.
In the past, she only based her relationships on feelings. But in recent years, with the increase in age and experience, as well as the instability of her job, she began to pursue a stable emotional relationship.
Who would have thought that she almost stepped on a landmine at the very first step? However, it was still a good thing to cut losses in time.
At this time, a colleague sitting next to her invited her, "Du Yu, do you want to go for hot pot after work? I heard that there's a great new place in xx Square."
"Sure, let's go together," Du Yu closed the chat window and smiled as if nothing had happened. "Are all of you going?"
"Yes. I'll ask the boss later if he wants to come too."
There were less than ten people in their company in total. The boss was also someone in the industry. Because of his great love for it, he decided to make it his career.
All the employees in the company were senior ACG enthusiasts. So the working atmosphere was quite good on a daily basis. It was more like a small club than a company. Everyone would solve problems together when they encountered any.
So Du Yu didn't quite understand some of the workplace problems that Zhou Zhuofei talked about. However, it was always right to scold along, and usually, she was the one who scolded even more fiercely.
Zhou Zhuofei also got off work on time today. She had to pack her bag and take the bag and chocolates with her, so naturally, she moved more slowly than the other colleagues.
Zhan Zilang was about to leave. Seeing that Zhou Zhuofei seemed to be struggling with all her things, he came over to see if he could help. "Sister Zhou, can you carry all these things?"
"I have to carry them even if I can't," Zhou Zhuofei said half - jokingly. "How could I leave behind the chocolates you gave me?"
"Then how about I send you home?"
Zhou Zhuofei asked, "Is it on the way?" Just thinking about having to carry these things while walking made her feel annoyed.
"What if it's not on the way? It's just driving," Zhan Zilang waved his hand at her boldly. "Come on, I'll send you."
"This is great. If you keep this up, I can't call you Xiao Zhan anymore. I have to call you Brother Zhan."
Zhan Zilang quickly stopped her. "Please don't. When you call me that, I feel like I'll lose some years off my life."
To put it bluntly, he always felt that Zhou Zhuofei was a bit like his mother. He couldn't quite tell exactly where the resemblance was, but there was just a subtle sense of deja vu.
Zhou Zhuofei laughed twice. Then, thinking of the chat record Du Yu had sent her earlier, she couldn't help but sigh.
"This is the gap between people..."
"Sister Zhou, are you starting to think about such profound topics as soon as you get off work?"
"No, it's just an emotional outburst."
"Could it still be about your friend's matter?" Zhan Zilang perked up. There was nothing more interesting than listening to gossip at work. Moreover, for some reason, although he had many friends, he rarely heard such stories.
"How should I put it..." Zhou Zhuofei hesitated. Logically, the fewer people who knew about the matter, the better.
But then again, it was a bit suffocating not to talk about it.
The more she hesitated, the more curious Zhan Zilang became. "Then just tell me!"
"Um..." Zhou Zhuofei thought for a while. Zhan Zilang was already half - informed, and he also had a bit of similarity with Han Chubin. Maybe he could offer some advice.
Most importantly, Du Yu and Zhan Zilang didn't know each other and were not in the same social circle, so they wouldn't have an impact on each other.
Wait a minute. Wasn't Han Chubin also considered a wealthy person? Zhou Zhuofei suddenly became alert.
"Do you think it's possible that you know this person?"
"It's hard to say. Tell me about his situation."
Zhou Zhuofei then told him all the information she knew and showed him Han Chubin's WeChat Moments.
Zhan Zilang flipped through it briefly and said to Zhou Zhuofei with certainty, "I definitely don't know him."
"You're so sure. There aren't any selfies here."
Zhan Zilang switched to a photo of an outing and pointed at the car in it. "None of my friends would drive a car like this."
"Is it possible that he has many cars and just happens to have a relatively cheap one?"
"Well... being low - key and being poor are two different concepts."
"Okay, I understand."
Since that was the case, Zhou Zhuofei didn't intend to hide anything anymore and told Zhan Zilang the whole story.
Zhan Zilang listened with great enthusiasm. Especially when he heard that Zhou Zhuofei had received a gift, he suddenly slapped his thigh and said excitedly, "Sister Zhou, there's something wrong with this guy!"
"You think so too?" Zhou Zhuofei was glad to find that his opinion was the same as hers. She felt like she had found an ally. "I think so too!"
"Yes. If you're going to give a gift, just give it. Why be so sneaky? It feels like he's trying to fish for you."
Zhan Zilang had always been a pure - love advocate. Even when watching anime, he only watched pure - love anime. Naturally, he looked down on Han Chubin's behavior of having his eyes on other women while in a relationship.
"Sister Zhou, you have to be careful!"
"Don't worry. I'm not that stupid." If she didn't know how Du Yu planned to handle the situation, she would have blocked Han Chubin long ago.
"Right. I can't underestimate our Sister Zhou, can I?"
"Let's go quickly. I feel disgusted just talking about this guy."
Zhou Zhuofei urged Zhan Zilang to leave quickly. When they got to the car, Zhou Zhuofei immediately recognized that the car parked next to his was Xiao Wang's.
"This is Secretary Xiao's car."
Zhan Zilang looked back and nodded casually. "Yeah, it seems he hasn't gotten off work yet."
"It would be a miracle if he could get off work on time," Zhou Zhuofei complained. She still remembered chatting with a colleague from the HR department before.
It was said that Xiao Wang's overtime hours were among the top ten in the whole company. The HR department had to issue a notice to force him to take a vacation to avoid violating labor laws.
"The job of the president's secretary isn't something an ordinary person can handle."
"Actually, I think you're quite suitable, Sister Zhou," Zhan Zilang wasn't just flattering; he genuinely meant it.
Although he didn't have a secretary, he had met many executive assistants. Zhou Zhuofei had some qualities that suited this job, especially her ability to think on her feet and handle unexpected situations.
"Forget it," Zhou Zhuofei quickly waved her hand. "I can't earn this hard - won money. I'm living a pretty good life now. I earn my salary every day and enjoy myself at home in the evenings."
"You're right. Playing games is more fun anyway."
As they were chatting, a car beside them suddenly blared its horn, startling them both.
"Damn it!"
"You scared me to death."
Zhou Zhuofei turned around and saw Xiao Wang striding over from afar. She made a face at Zhan Zilang and said, "Speak of the devil, and he appears."
Zhan Zilang smiled and waved at Xiao Wang. "Secretary Xiao, off work?"
Xiao Wang walked closer and only then noticed Zhou Zhuofei standing on the other side of the car. He couldn't help but be a bit surprised. "So you're here too, Miss Zhou. Are you having an activity?"
"Yes," Zhan Zilang nodded seriously. "The activity of sending Sister Zhou home."
Zhou Zhuofei didn't say a word but just gave a thumbs - up.
Xiao Wang had been observing Zhou Zhuofei. It had only been an afternoon since they last met, but she had already regained her vitality. Her eyes were shining with a lively light, and there was a smile on her lips. She was once again the Zhou Zhuofei he was familiar with. Her recovery speed was astonishing.
"So you're being helpful."
Xiao Wang's words made Zhan Zilang feel even more proud. He straightened his back, with a bit of uncontrollable pride on his face, but still pretended to be calm.
"It's just a small favor. Of course, I'll help if I can."
"Then I'll leave first. See you later."
Xiao Wang got into the car and was about to reverse out. Through the rear - view mirror, he could still see Zhou Zhuofei and Zhan Zilang sitting in the car chatting. It seemed they had no intention of leaving.
It seemed that the relationship between the two was better than he had imagined. However, he wasn't too surprised because this was something he had envisioned, just not expecting it to happen so quickly.
As the car drove away, the figures of the two whispering to each other gradually disappeared from the rear - view mirror.
Zhan Zilang got into the car and suddenly said to Zhou Zhuofei, "Actually, I have an idea, but I'm not sure if I should say it."
"Just say it if you want to."
"I think this guy is so skilled. I don't think it's his first time doing this kind of thing..."
"Oh, right. You can't just learn this out of nowhere, can you?" Zhou Zhuofei slapped her head in realization. She really had been inexperienced and hadn't thought of this before.
Zhan Zilang shrugged, looking innocent. "Don't look at me. I don't even know how to date."
"Then it must be practice makes perfect!" Zhou Zhuofei nodded very firmly. "You're right. He must be a serial dater. How dare he openly flirt with his girlfriend's friend!"
Thinking about the circle he was in, Zhou Zhuofei got even angrier. She didn't know how many girls had fallen for his tricks.
She couldn't tolerate such a scumbag in the circle!
"No, we must expose him!" Zhou Zhuofei said indignantly.
But what to expose?
There was no evidence at the moment. So far, he had used perfectly legitimate reasons and could easily come up with excuses.
Zhan Zilang was on the same page as her. "But there's no evidence now, right? Chat records probably won't show much either."
"Yeah," Zhou Zhuofei couldn't help but sigh. Sure enough, real - life "revenge plots" weren't as smooth as in novels.
Without the help of powerful characters, everyone was just an ordinary person, and there was only so much they could do.
Zhan Zilang suddenly said, "Don't you know Jiang Shen, Sister Zhou?"
"Ah?" Zhou Zhuofei had almost forgotten about him if Zhan Zilang hadn't mentioned it. "You mean ask him for help?"
"Yeah. That's what he does, right? Just ask him."
Zhou Zhuofei was a bit hesitant. When Jiang Shen was mentioned, her first thought was Xiao Wang's warning.
Secretary Xiao had specifically told her something. Should she still introduce this person to Du Yu?
Seeing that she suddenly fell silent, Zhan Zilang asked, "What's wrong? Is there a problem?"
"Nothing. I'm just thinking that his fees must be very high."
"You get what you pay for. After all, you can't do this job without some skills."
Zhan Zilang really wanted to help, so he was very enthusiastic. "Then how about I ask my friends? See if I can get you a discount?"
To be honest, he was even thinking about paying the money himself. After all, exposing scumbags was everyone's responsibility.
"Let's see what my friend says first. It's still up to her to decide."
"You're right. But your friend is so unlucky. How did she meet such a guy?"
"Maybe scumbags know better how to please girls."
"It's really hard for girls these days," Zhan Zilang clicked his tongue. "When you date a charming guy, you have to wonder if he's a scumbag."
Zhou Zhuofei summed it up. "So, no dating, no worries. Let's go. If we don't go now, we'll be considered working overtime."
In the evening, Zhou Zhuofei was in the middle of an intense one - on - one battle with a centaur in the game when her phone suddenly beeped.
She thought it was a message from Du Yu. She had specifically talked to Du Yu before starting the game and knew that Du Yu was going for hot pot with colleagues that night. She thought there might be some major discovery, so she quickly paused the game, threw down the controller, and went to get her phone.
When she picked it up, she saw it was Han Chubin's profile picture again.
She cursed under her breath and quickly scanned the message. It was basically telling her not to rush off in the future and that he could give her a ride back.
She had no idea what Du Yu had told him. Zhou Zhuofei just took a screenshot, forwarded it, then threw the phone aside and picked up the controller to continue the game.
This time, her fighting spirit seemed even stronger.
All of you, die!
