“Mm.”

Another indecipherable “mm.”

Lu Sui’s hand slowly lifted.

Wu Mangmang nervously leaned back slightly.

Facing what appeared to be such a “cheap,” even readily available temptress, when even Wu Mangmang herself thought something might happen, Lu Sui merely raised his hand to rub his brow.

Being drunk was surely very uncomfortable.

What followed was an unusually long silence.

Wu Mangmang discovered that Lu Sui truly had no interest in having any conversation with her, nor any interest in her as a person.

So she obediently turned her gaze toward the car window.

The trees and buildings rapidly retreating outside the window made Wu Mangmang’s thoughts also retreat to the absurd and chaotic scene from earlier.

Wu Mangmang felt both angry and somewhat frightened.

The fighting power of a heartbroken woman was extraordinarily strong.

If Lu Sui hadn’t opened the car door at that moment, Wu Mangmang didn’t dare imagine whether her hair would still be intact.

Thinking of this, Wu Mangmang straightened her body, creating space behind her so that Lu Sui’s profile was cast on the car window. She looked carefully—he seemed to be resting with his eyes closed.

Wu Mangmang secretly turned her head and admired Lu Sui’s long eyelashes for a moment, then silently mouthed “thank you” again, although the person before her didn’t care about others’ gratitude at all.

After thanking the good Samaritan, she naturally thought of that bastard Xia Chenhe.

In Wu Mangmang’s “dramatic” career, although she had also directed and acted as a “mistress” herself, those were mostly harmless jokes. Tonight she had truly been treated as a mistress and beaten up—the taste was indescribably refreshing and embarrassing.

This was all thanks to that person Xia Chenhe.

He looked gentle and refined like an intellectual, but who would have thought his heart was so vicious.

But blame aside, while Xia Chenhe was certainly detestable, she herself was also hatefully stupid.

The rental business was like this—full of unknown dangers. Although the company required constant safety feedback, unexpected things often still happened.

But until it happens to yourself, people always think they’ll be the lucky one. After it happens, there’s no time even for crying.

Wu Mangmang felt deeply ashamed of her naivety. She had previously mocked certain women for being too foolish and innocent, but actually everyone has brain-dead moments.

Of course, Wu Mangmang’s strongest feeling at the moment was still anger—burning rage. If she didn’t play Xia Chenhe to death, she wouldn’t deserve the surname Wu.

But why did Xia Chenhe find someone on the rental app to impersonate a mistress? Had he eaten too much and wanted to ruin his own reputation?

Wu Mangmang thought again and speculated that Xia Chenhe probably had another mistress, but this mistress’s identity couldn’t be exposed. Since his wife Li Juan had already noticed his affair, he found someone to impersonate the mistress.

If this was true, that was truly despicable to the extreme.

But this also demonstrated the dangers of renting herself out—walk the night road too often, and you’ll eventually encounter ghosts.

Wu Mangmang was still planning her “revenge” route when the car had already stopped steadily downstairs from her home.

The driver got out and opened the door.

Wu Mangmang looked at Lu Sui beside her, who showed no movement. Every time she looked, she seemed to discover another “handsome point” about him. This time she was mesmerized by the contour lines of his profile.

Wu Mangmang worked in ceramic restoration and had a special love for lines. At this moment, seeing Lu Sui’s perfect curve from forehead through nose bridge to chin, she was as fascinated as if viewing Ru ware or Ge ware porcelain.

He seemed to sense something, opened his eyes and glanced at her, as if saying: Why aren’t you getting out yet?

“Mr. Lu, thank you so much for today.” Wu Mangmang bowed while sitting to express absolutely sincere gratitude to Lu Sui.

But her bouncing peach-shaped breasts seemed to have another seductive intent. Wu Mangmang only realized this when she looked down and saw her beautiful chest that had to be exposed due to missing buttons.

She quickly covered it with her hands.

Fortunately, Lu Sui’s eyes showed no reaction at all, as if he were looking at a gorilla’s chest—no special feeling whatsoever.

Wu Mangmang stood at the roadside, looking toward where Uncle Lu’s vehicle could no longer be seen, feeling an indescribable sense of loss.

Lu Sui was different from what she had imagined, yet also seemed exactly like what she had imagined.

Today, Wu Mangmang’s most embarrassing and bedraggled moments in her life had all been witnessed by Lu Sui, and she had been rescued by him as a “mistress” beaten by the legal wife.

The moment Wu Mangmang discovered that person was Lu Sui, she had expected to see contempt in his eyes, just like what she had seen more or less in Shen Ting’s and Ning Zheng’s eyes.

But his eyes were beautifully clear, containing indifference and disregard, but no contempt.

This allowed Wu Mangmang, who was so bedraggled at the time that she wanted to cry, to breathe a big sigh of relief.

Actually, at that time, she really didn’t want to talk or explain either—she just wanted to be alone quietly.

But if it had been someone else, even if they weren’t curious about her story, they would have added many speculations and subjective judgments. But Lu Sui’s attitude was the most comfortable for Wu Mangmang.

She found it incredible herself—at that time she had wanted to find a hole to crawl into, and Lu Sui’s indifference was really good, really good.

Thinking of this, Wu Mangmang couldn’t help but be curious about what psychology Lu Sui’s attitude stemmed from.

Wu Mangmang somewhat understood the people in Lu Sui’s circle—high and mighty, looking down on all living beings. All the various rules and regulations that constrain you in this world become floating clouds for them, able to trample on various social rules at will, treating life as child’s play. Sometimes they could even use their own lives for entertainment, let alone ordinary people’s.

Such people usually had surprisingly low moral sense, because morality itself is a kind of constraint, and their arrogance made them unwilling to be constrained by anything.

Also because of being high and mighty, they were indifferent to everything.

Perhaps Lu Sui’s attitude stemmed from this psychology, which was about what Wu Mangmang had imagined.

But if a person is willing to think well of others, then Lu Sui’s attitude could also stem from his not casually judging others, not casually drawing conclusions about another person.

Such people were usually very magnanimous and very wise.

Human complexity and the deceptive nature of eyes and ears usually lead to countless misunderstandings.

Not easily drawing conclusions could avoid the creation of misunderstandings.

And humans’ inherent logical consistency would lead to them becoming stubborn once they drew conclusions, making it difficult to change impressions.

Moreover, without others’ experiences, you usually couldn’t understand others’ choices at all, yet you self-righteously stood above pointing at others with supposed moral high ground, when actually you might not necessarily be more noble or moral.

This wasn’t necessarily good for others or yourself.

Wu Mangmang once again looked toward the direction the car had left and said thank you.

Regardless of Lu Sui’s reasons, he hadn’t become the last straw that broke the camel’s back.

He hadn’t arbitrarily judged her.

And he had saved her. In that situation, Wu Mangmang actually found it somewhat unbelievable that Lu Sui would open the car door.

This was different from what she had imagined.

Consider it an unsolved mystery.

Wu Mangmang stood in her home bathroom, looking at the woman in the mirror with disheveled hair and one side of her face swollen—probably even Ms. Liu wouldn’t recognize her.

Looking down at her feet, they were terrifyingly dirty. Her shoes had long been lost, her stockings were completely torn, both big toe and second toe had poked through the stockings, and her heel was also exposed.

What kind of temptress was this? Only slightly better than a beggar woman.

Wu Mangmang had just thought she’d left the impression of a temptress in Lu Sui’s pupils, but now she felt she looked more like a monster. No wonder he had remained unmoved despite clearly seeing a large expanse of her chest.

Wu Mangmang herself felt her face burn from ugliness.

Perhaps because today had been too stimulating, even after Wu Mangmang finished washing and had restored herself to a tender, fragrant beauty, she lay in bed unable to sleep.

She simply got up and began writing to the rental company app, explaining what had happened today.

She also had to remove her information from the app.

Although she hadn’t done this part-time job for long, and most of the time it was quite boring, Wu Mangmang still felt somewhat reluctant to give it up.

When she took her first job, it was just out of curiosity and finding it interesting—she hadn’t been serious about it. But her first customer was a very introverted and insecure man with no friends or girlfriend. His social life mainly came from the internet, but he had always longed for a real person to accompany him to movies and have face-to-face communication.

Wu Mangmang still remembered the smile on his face that day—somewhat shy, not really a big laugh, but it made people feel pitiful and heartbroken.

At the time she felt she had a sense of saving the other person’s life, but actually it was just excessive narcissism. However, the feeling of making the other person happy was very good.

A later customer was a car mechanic who had gone on countless blind dates and failed countless times. Although his work was somewhat dirty, his income was actually quite good—for some reason he just couldn’t win women’s favor. He hired Wu Mangmang to play an excellent girlfriend, shutting up numerous relatives and friends and making his parents happy for once.

Wu Mangmang had to admit that the feeling of the other person’s happiness being brought by herself was really quite comforting.

If not for this, Miss Wu, who only stayed enthusiastic about anything for three minutes, wouldn’t have continued doing the rental thing for so long despite finding it somewhat boring.

But all of this was ruined by her stupid curiosity and Xia Chenhe’s disgusting behavior.

Wu Mangmang sighed and clicked the send email button.

The next day she personally went to get Xia Chenhe’s reserved personal information, asked a friend at the police station to check, and discovered that he had actually used a fake ID number.

This was premeditated deception! Wu Mangmang ground her teeth to dust.

This week, as usual going to Wu Yong’s place, when the nurse invited Wu Mangmang into Wu Yong’s office, she was still looking down, focused on reading Weibo and sending messages.

Five minutes later, she was still scrolling.

Wu Yong had to cough twice gently to remind Wu Mangmang that his time was bought at great expense by her father.

“Dr. Wu, wait a moment, let me repost this, very quickly.” Wu Mangmang typed rapidly while laughing with feigned sinister intent, “Little thing, dare to mess with me.”

“What happened?” Wu Yong asked Wu Mangmang, who finally looked up. Although this girl loved internet social tools, furiously scrolling Weibo during treatment time was still rare.

“Thank the great power of the internet.” The bright light shooting from Wu Mangmang’s eyes and the brilliant smile on her face nearly blinded Wu Yong.

She unhesitatingly told Wu Yong everything that had happened last week.

“I’ve seen trashy men and women, but have you seen one this extreme?” Wu Mangmang said. “Do you know who this Gao Chenhao’s (Xia Chenhe’s) affair partner is? It’s his sister-in-law, that woman who came with Li Juan to beat me up that day. There are truly all kinds of wonders in this world—only bastards you can’t imagine.”

“Gao Chenhao also got carried away with success. Although he used a fake ID, he carelessly shouted his wife’s name at the time. But there are too many people called Li Juan, which made me waste so much time. I even hired a private detective to dig out the ugly truth about him and his sister-in-law with pictures and evidence.”

Wu Mangmang waved her phone. With Weibo’s rapid information spread, she didn’t even need to go to Gao Chenhao’s workplace—she could ruin this pair of bastards completely.

Li Juan might even have to thank her—helping others for pleasure.

After years of treatment, their relationship had already become somewhat close to friendship. Wu Yong said, “This kind of work is too dangerous. You’re a girl, especially such a beautiful girl—you really shouldn’t do it.”

“I’ve already quit.” Wu Mangmang seemed somewhat downcast. “Actually, sometimes it was quite interesting. This is also work that helps people. Dr. Wu, I quit my job just because of one Gao Chenhao—am I being too unfair to everyone?”

Wu Yong looked at Wu Mangmang. “Actually, you understand in your heart that the happiness gained through such brief deception, if exposed later, would make the other person feel even worse.”

Wu Mangmang first glared at Wu Yong, then weakly lowered her eyelids and said nothing more.

Although somewhat boring, life had to go on.

And because of that Gao Chenhao affair, Wu Mangmang had hired both private detectives and internet commenters to post, and to comfort her wounded soul she had bought an expensive skincare treatment. The money Ms. Liu had supported her with last time was almost completely spent.

Wu Mangmang had to rally her spirits and take on another part-time job.

But this time it was absolutely proper—her old profession, antique restoration.

She wasn’t leading either, but working alongside Museum Dr. Xiao, assisting his work.

The only thing worth mentioning was that the employer was Uncle Lu’s out-of-the-closet sister—Lu Lin.