That gossip-mongering Shen Ting!

Wu Mangmang couldn’t help but sneer coldly: “Your boss looks quite aloof, but I never expected his tongue to be so long, talking badly about people behind their backs. Truly, you can’t judge a person by their appearance.”

But Xiao Gugong said without any humanity: “He meant well, worried I’d suffer losses.”

This traitor—Wu Mangmang mocked: “So you’re really taking his money and speaking up for him.”

When words don’t match, even half a sentence is too much!

Later, when Wu Mangmang saw Xiao Gugong at Spring Plaza, she discovered this guy hadn’t betrayed his cousin for money at all.

He had simply forgotten his sister for beauty.

Wu Mangmang decisively pulled eye drops from her bag, dropped them into her eyes, and two noodle-like tears rolled out. She immediately rushed in front of Xiao Gugong.

“Xiao Gugong, didn’t you say you were working overtime today? Is your overtime accompanying women shopping?” Wu Mangmang thought she finally caught an opportunity to play the legitimate wife for once.

Xiao Gugong was still somewhat dazed: “Mangmang.”

Wu Mangmang looked heartbroken at the “scumbag couple” of Xiao Gugong and Shen Yuanzi: “Xiao Gugong, how can you face me? I worked three jobs a day, even sold blood at my worst, supporting your overseas studies. Fine, now you’re back and want to abandon me, your wife who shared hardships, right?”

In just a few sentences, Wu Mangmang successfully portrayed herself as a virtuous Chinese woman, drawing countless passersby to despise Xiao Gugong.

This was called “a gentleman’s revenge is never too late”—Wu Mangmang thought triumphantly. Serves you right for speaking up for your boss. Karma.

Xiao Gugong’s brain was still functional. He immediately came to his senses and put his arm around Wu Mangmang’s shoulder: “Mangmang, stop acting. I’ve confessed everything to Yuanzi.”

Wu Mangmang looked at the somewhat dazed Shen Yuanzi beside them, still not out of her rival-in-love character.

“Cousin.” Shen Yuanzi called obediently.

So he really had confessed everything.

Wu Mangmang pulled Xiao Gugong aside: “Bastard, do you have no backbone? Didn’t you say you weren’t interested? What’s this called—a fierce man afraid of a clingy woman?”

Xiao Gugong touched his nose: “Alcohol caused trouble.”

“Bah! Men can’t even get hard after drinking.” Wu Mangmang’s social circle wasn’t for nothing—many girls had complained about this.

“Do we really need to discuss this?” Xiao Gugong choked back at Wu Mangmang.

Now it was Wu Mangmang’s turn to touch her nose—indeed, she couldn’t discuss this issue with her cousin.

She turned to say: “So I played the fickle woman for nothing?”

Naturally, it couldn’t be for nothing. Since Xiao Gugong had hooked up with a rich beauty, his card naturally passed to Wu Mangmang.

Wu Mangmang was angry—was she just a money-grubbing woman in others’ eyes?

Wu Mangmang angrily took the card from Xiao Gugong’s hand: “What’s the password?”

“Your birthday,” Xiao Gugong said.

Good fellow—no wonder he could fool even Shen Ting’s sister into being as obedient as a rabbit. He probably anticipated Wu Mangmang’s outburst and prepared consolation gifts in advance.

If Wu Mangmang were the boss, she’d have to poach Xiao Gugong back too.

With the card, Wu Mangmang began shopping at the mall with peace of mind. Originally, helping Lu Lin restore the antique bottle had been a small windfall, and her quarterly allowance had just arrived, so Wu Mangmang planned to reward herself when she came to Spring Plaza. Who knew today would bring such good fortune, encountering Xiao Gugong picking up girls.

Wu Mangmang happily tried on shoes. Since she was a regular customer, the sales staff didn’t stop her from taking photos. Money made her a young lady, after all.

She sent photos to her WeChat group: “The black pair looks good, or the gold one?”

“The gold pair.” A male voice sounded behind Wu Mangmang.

Wu Mangmang turned around and looked up: “Mr. Ning?”

Ning Zheng sat beside Wu Mangmang: “Men prefer this kind of shoe with straps.”

Because they arouse your bondage desires, right?

Wu Mangmang rolled her eyes internally, but looking around, she saw no female companion with Ning Zheng—this was a women’s shoe store!

“Mr. Ning, what a coincidence.”

Ning Zheng flicked Wu Mangmang’s ponytail with his finger: “Not a coincidence. I just saw you get dumped and followed you here.”

What?!

“I wasn’t dumped—that’s my cousin,” Wu Mangmang said. She had her pride; how could she let others see her being dumped?

Especially since she’d been dumped too many times—she was particularly sensitive about it.

“Since we’ve met, let me treat you to dinner,” Ning Zheng invited. “There’s a small restaurant nearby with particularly fragrant xiaolongbao and big bone soup that most people don’t know about.”

Wu Mangmang originally wanted to refuse, but she had too many hobbies in life, and food was naturally one of them. A small restaurant that caught the eye of a young master like Ning Zheng was definitely worth trying.

Wu Mangmang couldn’t refuse and could only curse silently—playboys really knew how to pick up women.

In the end, Wu Mangmang bought both the black and gold shoes.

Women must be willful—why choose when you could buy both if you had money? This avoided the dilemma of “white moonlight versus cinnabar mole.”

When paying, Ning Zheng leaned over: “Shall I pay for you?”

They say accepting a man’s diamonds also means accepting the man.

The price of both pairs of shoes combined could buy a decent small diamond ring.

Wu Mangmang silently pulled out Xiao Gugong’s card—spending her cousin’s money felt more secure. After all, her uncle Dr. Xiao was good at making money, and her cousin was good at making money too.

The dumpling shop didn’t even have a sign. The shop was only ten square meters, and after subtracting the kitchen space, only a narrow table’s worth of area remained. Wu Mangmang and Ning Zheng had to eat at a small table temporarily set up on the street curb, which was considered lucky—others were squatting roadside with bone soup, gnawing on dumplings.

Ning Zheng took tissue from the table and wiped the grease off Wu Mangmang’s stool, then gentlemanly helped her move the stool back.

Enjoying French restaurant treatment at a fly restaurant.

The big bone soup was stewed very richly and fragrantly, but remarkably, there was very little floating oil on top—it was almost crystal clear. The only pity was the scattered scallions, which Wu Mangmang didn’t eat.

Ning Zheng naturally took the soup bowl over and used chopsticks to pick out the scallions for Wu Mangmang bit by bit.

While Wu Mangmang swallowed xiaolongbao one by one, sighing that the meat filling was simply heavenly, she said to Ning Zheng: “Just order a new bowl—how long will you pick like this? Others are waiting for seats.”

Hearing this, Young Master Ning, who even required elegant sounds when farting, couldn’t help cursing internally—what a waste of good intentions on an ungrateful dog.

Wu Mangmang leaned forward, bringing her face within a foot of Ning Zheng’s. Her large eyes sparkled like fallen stars, but her face wore a fox-like smile: “Do you feel like your good intentions were thrown to ungrateful recipients?”

“If we slept together, would I be the one picking scallions for you next time?” Wu Mangmang raised her eyebrows, looking proud and arrogant, yet precisely touching that deeply hidden masochistic nerve in Ning Zheng’s body.

So close, her chest stood right before Ning Zheng’s eyes. A slight downward glance through the wide neckline of her T-shirt revealed snow-white sugar-frosted valleys and that hint of black edge.

Just this small taste, imagining the scenery beneath the T-shirt, made Ning Zheng’s throat tighten and brought an involuntary reaction.

This vixen had caught his weak spot.

“Girls shouldn’t speak so crudely,” Ning Zheng said, pretending propriety, then added: “If we really slept together, naturally I’d still pick scallions for you.”

Ning Zheng pushed the de-scallioned soup bowl toward Wu Mangmang.

Wu Mangmang drank a sip of big bone soup with her meat bun—truly the ultimate earthly pleasure: “So you’re saying, knowing I don’t like scallions, you’d still order me scallion soup next time?”

Wu Mangmang affectedly placed her hand on her chest and cooed: “Wanting to pursue someone yet being so inconsiderate?”

Ning Zheng smiled and used his finger to wipe a drop of oil from the corner of Wu Mangmang’s mouth. Wu Mangmang didn’t dodge—her experience seducing innocent men probably wasn’t much less than Ning Zheng’s experience seducing innocent women.

She let Ning Zheng’s thumb touch her lips as she heard him say: “Why don’t you try with me?”

Wu Mangmang swallowed another dumpling, then wiped her mouth and said seriously: “But I only date with marriage as the premise.”

This wasn’t a lie.

Miss Wu, with such rich romantic experience, was long tired of irresponsible relationships.

“You’re so young and already want to jump into the grave?” Ning Zheng straightened up—his type got headaches just hearing about marriage.

“I’m just afraid of dying without a burial place,” Wu Mangmang replied, calling the boss to settle the bill.

Ning Zheng pulled out a hundred-yuan note. The boss said in Sichuan-accented Mandarin: “Do you have change? I just gave change for two hundreds—I’m out of small bills.”

Ning Zheng looked at Wu Mangmang, who had to pull out her wallet.

But in that split second, a habitual thief with quick eyes and hands saw the stack of red bills in this fat sheep’s wallet and, taking advantage of Ning Zheng’s distraction looking at Wu Mangmang, grabbed the wallet from his side and ran.

Female hero Wu Mangmang tossed her wallet to Ning Zheng and gave chase.

Though this girl was only 167cm tall, she was a rare beauty with exceptionally long leg proportions—her legs reached almost to her waist. Her body was agile, and with several sprints, before the thief could jump on his electric scooter, she grabbed his collar and dragged him directly away from the scooter.

With an elbow thrust backward, the thief fell to the ground. Wu Mangmang turned and stepped on the thief, this time not playing Hong Kong Special Administrative Region police but using theatrical tones: “What scoundrel dares steal my friend’s wallet?”

Looking at Wu Mangmang’s triumphant and glorious appearance, she had exactly the bearing of an Emei Sect senior sister.

No one could understand Wu Mangmang’s pride at this moment—the martial arts she’d learned since childhood finally had a use.

Usually fighting a few people who stole her things wasn’t much, but today this was heroic justice, and she’d performed a righteous drama of “going through fire and water for friends.”

That feeling was extraordinarily satisfying.

Ning Zheng had also run up by now. He’d truly been shocked—originally thinking she was a seductive fox spirit, who knew her true form was a tomboy.

This should have been completely disgusting.

But when Ning Zheng’s eyes slid downward and saw Wu Mangmang after her triumph, holding his wallet, bent over with hands on her knees, breathing heavily.

Her T-shirt neckline gaped wide—this time it wasn’t just seeing the black edge; the full peach was completely visible.

Breathing so rapidly, like she’d just been taken advantage of, sent intense restlessness up from his tailbone.

Wu Mangmang handed the wallet to Ning Zheng and personally called 110 to report the crime.

These days, no one dared provoke thieves, fearing retaliation from theft gangs.

This was where Ning Zheng came in handy. He gently touched Wu Mangmang’s shoulder: “Don’t be afraid. I’ll have their whole nest cleaned out for you. However severe the punishment, that’s how we’ll punish them. I’ll make sure they never dare appear before you again.”

Wu Mangmang looked up at Ning Zheng—he actually looked rather handsome at this moment.

Statements still had to be recorded—even privilege had to go through the motions, right?

But it was still time-consuming. Wu Mangmang couldn’t help complaining: “Why carry so much cash in your wallet? Wouldn’t a card work?”

What stylish man carried more than two hundred yuan in his wallet?

Wu Mangmang didn’t understand Ning Zheng’s girl-hunting weapon.

In this world, there were many women who loved money, and even more who didn’t love money.

Not every time Young Master Ning scattered Chairman Mao bills would women rush to throw themselves at him.

So Young Master Ning’s secret weapon was taking these young women to eat at various unknown small stalls and shops, gaining access to their private parts by capturing their stomachs.

This also made him seem down-to-earth, not giving women a chance to retreat due to class differences.

How could such small shops accept cards?

And if Young Master Ning used Alipay, WeChat Pay, or other payment apps, it would seem cheap.

Furthermore, group buying was absolutely not allowed.

Saving money meant no class.

So cash was king.

Ning Zheng naturally couldn’t explain this to Wu Mangmang and changed the subject: “How were the xiaolongbao and big bone soup?”

“Delicious!” Wu Mangmang answered decisively. She’d even memorized the street name to bring Xiao Gugong here for a taste another day.

“How did you find this place?” The small shop was particularly secluded, on the first floor of a run-down residential building, on an alley so narrow only tricycles could pass.

“Your uncle found it. He’s picky about food and has a nose sharper than a dog’s,” Ning Zheng said.

“Speaking of which, you should also call me uncle, right?” Ning Zheng looked at Wu Mangmang with an ambiguous smile. “Come on, let me hear you call me that.”

Wu Mangmang couldn’t be bothered with Ning Zheng, thinking: By that logic, you should call me mom.