“Hello.” Wu Mangmang answered the phone while walking outside.

“Where are you?” Lu Sui asked.

“I’m at home.”

“Come down.”

Wu Mangmang looked up at the clock in the house—it was already 10 PM. She hadn’t expected Lu Sui to actually be downstairs at her apartment building. “I’m at the mid-mountain residence.”

Lu Sui was silent for a moment before making an “mm” sound.

After Wu Mangmang hung up, she turned around to see Ms. Liu’s enlarged face, nearly scaring her to death.

“Ms. Liu, what are you doing? Eavesdropping on my phone call—is there no privacy in this house? Are there no human rights?” Wu Mangmang feigned anger.

Liu Lewei shook her head inwardly. She had, after all, experienced free love with Wu Song, had several affairs in between, and had been reliving her second spring in recent years. Her rich experience told her that men and women in love didn’t talk on the phone like this.

“Don’t be deceived by a man’s appearance,” Liu Lewei said.

A mother knows her daughter best—if this Lu fellow looked like a fat pig, would Wu Mangmang be willing to settle for him?

Wu Mangmang felt her face getting hot. Fine, she had indeed been bewitched by Lu Sui’s appearance. Originally, she had gone with the intention of sleeping with him once, but it had been ruined by her sudden modesty and pretentiousness.

But a woman’s level of modesty varied depending on the person.

Only when you hoped he would respect you and find you precious would you raise the banner of modesty, just to drive up your own asking price.

Wu Mangmang naturally had unrestrained moments too. In her younger years, she had also freely squandered her already limited passion.

Sleep, sleep—maybe after a good night’s sleep, she’d understand everything without a teacher.

However, Wu Mangmang had just finished applying her face mask and put on her eye mask, preparing to sleep in, when she received another call from Old Apple.

Wu Mangmang didn’t really want to answer, but after the phone stopped ringing, it started ringing again. Wu Mangmang could only resign herself to picking up the phone, and heard Lu Sui say, “I’m outside your house.”

Actually, Wu Mangmang had anticipated this in her heart.

But on this cold winter night, thinking about having to change clothes again to go out and meet him, Wu Mangmang had been reluctant to answer the phone.

Wu Mangmang looked at herself in the mirror wearing her panda fleece pajamas. She couldn’t bear to take them off—she had just gotten warm. Although they weren’t very formal, they covered her entire body without exposing anything, so it should be acceptable to meet her boyfriend.

Wu Mangmang took her phone and shuffled out the door in her panda-head slippers.

Lu Sui, wearing a dark blue coat, was leaning against the car door across the street. His coat was open, revealing the shirt underneath, and the shirt collar was also open. How hot could he be?

Seeing Wu Mangmang come out, Lu Sui walked toward her, his eyes sweeping over her body.

Black and white panda pajamas, with a black and white jester hat on her head. The hat drooped down, with a black fuzzy ball hanging just at her shoulder. The panda’s two black eyes were perfectly positioned over her chest, creating a comical effect.

The corners of Lu Sui’s lips curved into a slight arc.

“Get in the car, it’s cold outside.” Lu Sui opened the car door for Wu Mangmang.

This time Wu Mangmang didn’t act coy. On a cold night when breath turned to clouds, cold was an unbearable burden in a woman’s life.

“Why did you come over so late?” Wu Mangmang finally felt soft and warm again once she was in the car.

Lu Sui looked at Wu Mangmang’s pink and tender face, reminded of a newborn giant panda’s flesh-pink color, and said, “I wanted to see you.”

So direct? Wu Mangmang didn’t know how to respond to Lu Sui’s enthusiasm.

She clearly noticed Lu Sui’s gaze lingering on her lips for quite a while. She thought this man was going to break the rules, but he turned out to be a gentleman and didn’t do anything.

“How have you been considering what I asked you to think about last time?” Lu Sui asked again.

Wu Mangmang looked at Lu Sui in surprise. She thought someone like him should understand that her silence at the time was a refusal—not saying anything was just to avoid embarrassing him from being rejected.

But since Lu Sui had brought it up again, it was enough to show his seriousness.

After thinking for a moment, Wu Mangmang spoke in the extremely slow pace of a lady: “Mama says good girls can’t live with men before marriage.”

Lu Sui couldn’t help but chuckle softly. If another mother had said this it would be fine, but Ms. Liu Lewei, who had an out-of-wedlock pregnancy and multiple affairs, didn’t seem like the type of person who would say such things.

“Should I go talk to Ms. Liu then?” Lu Sui didn’t accept Wu Mangmang’s deflection.

Wu Mangmang was angry. Obviously Lu Sui was very clear about Ms. Liu’s character. If she knew, she would probably wish that Wu Mangmang and Lu Sui would immediately cook raw rice into cooked rice, and it would be even better if they could use a pregnancy to secure a position.

Back then, hadn’t Ms. Liu been very active in arranging her blind date with Shen Ting?

As for this time, Ms. Liu had mistaken the surname Lu for Lu, showing understanding and loving care only because the Lu family in this city wasn’t significant enough for her to sell her daughter for glory.

If it were the Lu family, the door to the top-tier class that Ms. Liu and Boss Wu dreamed of would open for her. Wu Mangmang was certain her mother would push her out without hesitation.

“Then let Ms. Liu move in and live with you,” Wu Mangmang retorted.

“Fine, as you wish.” Lu Sui conceded defeat.

Wu Mangmang pressed her advantage: “It’s too late, I’m going back. You should also sleep early.”

Lu Sui didn’t speak, just turned his face slightly toward Wu Mangmang’s direction.

Having just won a point, Wu Mangmang had to consider the loser Lu Sui’s feelings. She leaned over and gave him a light peck on the cheek, then quickly retreated.

“Too perfunctory,” Lu Sui seemed somewhat dissatisfied, his husky voice causing the air in the car to suddenly heat up.

His voice was naturally mellow with a magnetic huskiness. When he spoke to you, it was like using a feather to tickle your ear.

Looking at Lu Sui, who was obviously seeking comfort and reassurance tonight, Wu Mangmang couldn’t help but ask, “Did you lose a lot of money this time?”

Lu Sui looked at Wu Mangmang and smiled, “How is that possible? I have a lucky goddess after all.”

Wu Mangmang said nothing, watching Lu Sui lean over to get a gift box from the back seat.

“For you.”

Wu Mangmang opened the packaging in front of Lu Sui. Inside was a mahjong tile made of gold—”Nine of Characters.”

Wu Mangmang played with the Nine of Characters tile, suddenly feeling like she had found the answer she had been seeking.

In H City, there was a lady whose eyes were as narrow as slits and who looked quite strange, but she ultimately defeated countless beauties and successfully married into a wealthy family.

It was said that this lady’s facial features were very auspicious for her husband, so she overcame all the other women and secured her position.

For people like Lu Sui, they were much more superstitious than ordinary people.

Beautiful women were plentiful, but one who could bring you good fortune wasn’t so easy to find.

Wu Mangmang was lost in thought for a moment. When she came back to her senses, the car had already started, and Lu Sui casually said, “Fasten your seatbelt.”

“Hey, where are we going?” Wu Mangmang quickly fastened her seatbelt—she wasn’t prepared to die just yet.

“Want some late-night snacks?” Lu Sui asked.

“I never eat late-night snacks,” Wu Mangmang said decisively.

A good figure comes from self-discipline.

Lu Sui drove the car into the lake district’s Lu residence. Wu Mangmang stood restrainedly in her slippers, all her toes curled up together.

Was she too easy to deceive?

The butler, wearing a black tailcoat, black bow tie, with his hair combed meticulously, about fifty years old, had already come out to greet them.

Wu Mangmang tugged at the hem of her panda pajamas, really unable to maintain the demeanor of a lady.

But since she was here, she might as well make the best of it. Wu Mangmang shuffled in her slippers, trying hard to project an aloof goddess aura.

Some female celebrities swaggered down the street in “patient gowns,” so her pajamas today weren’t exactly embarrassing.

Of course, the butler was also absolutely high-quality. When he saw Wu Mangmang, his expression didn’t change at all, and his eyes didn’t even flicker, as if Wu Mangmang was wearing an evening gown rather than pajamas.

Lu Sui led Wu Mangmang to the bedroom door, opened it for her, and said, “Take a look. If you don’t like this style, old Peter will arrange a designer for you tomorrow.”

After Wu Mangmang looked around, she concluded that this must be the boudoir of the Lu residence’s mistress.

The wardrobes and shoe cabinets inside were luxuriously and astonishingly large.

“No need, I’m not living here,” Wu Mangmang declined Lu Sui’s kind offer.

“Even if it’s just for one day, you should like it,” Lu Sui said. “Rest for a while, I’ll bring you some milk later.”

After confirming that Lu Sui had left, Wu Mangmang immediately rushed over to open all the wardrobes and shoe cabinets, and was gloriously blinded by the dazzling sight.

They were all current season’s new styles, and most importantly, Wu Mangmang recognized at a glance that they were all her favorite brands.

She took them out to look at the sizes—they were all hers.

Most outrageous of all, the pajama wardrobe actually had a set of panda pajamas identical to the ones she was wearing.

In that instant, Wu Mangmang realized that Lu Sui did not accept being rejected by others.

When Lu Sui knocked and came in, he had already changed clothes, while Wu Mangmang was sitting on the sofa playing with her phone. Seeing him enter, she asked, “What’s the WiFi password?”

Lu Sui handed Wu Mangmang the milk glass and recited a string of numbers.

“Sleep early,” Lu Sui said.

“Didn’t you say we were just having late-night snacks?” Wu Mangmang pouted.

“You don’t eat late-night snacks, so we can only change it to breakfast,” Lu Sui smiled.

“This joke isn’t funny at all.” Wu Mangmang lifted the milk glass and drank, coming away with a white mustache, then pitifully muttered, “I want to go home.”

“What did you say?” Wu Mangmang’s voice was very low, and Lu Sui seemed not to have heard clearly.

“How did you know I like these things?” Wu Mangmang looked up and asked.

In the bathroom, everything from shampoo and body wash to toothpaste and toothbrush were all brands Wu Mangmang was used to.

The skincare products and cosmetics on the vanity table were also all brand series that Wu Mangmang was currently using.

“Big data in the internet age—there are records of everything you’ve bought, and a lot of information can be extracted,” Lu Sui said.

Wu Mangmang opened her mouth wide in shock. This was too terrifying!

It was like being naked.

But even knowing this, would you stop using online payments? You were probably already used to it.

“How did you get the data?” As soon as Wu Mangmang asked, she knew she had asked a stupid question.

The Lu family conglomerate had businesses in all walks of life.

That night, Wu Mangmang had a dream where she was pressed under Five Finger Mountain, unable to turn over no matter how hard she tried. Her forehead was dripping with sweat, and just as she was getting agitated enough to want to bang her head against the wall, she was suddenly awakened by knocking at the door.