Chapter 6: The New Favorite

Rong Jiqiao’s body went stiff.

Hearing Duan Yan say something like that in such a calm tone made her feel as if her whole body were about to burn.

He, he, he...

It was not as if Rong Jiqiao and Duan Yan had never done it before.

Duan Yan had always been energetic in that area.

Counting the time from her previous life, they had been broken up for far too long.

If Duan Yan really wanted to do it, Rong Jiqiao honestly would not be able to get into the mood right away.

Because the clearest image in her mind was still Duan Yan’s cold, mocking face after he learned the truth.

Fortunately, Duan Yan had no such intention.

“Places like urban villages all have the same environment outside.” Duan Yan’s voice was low, carrying a slight hoarseness. “If the interior is renovated a little better, there’s a high chance it’s full of formaldehyde.”

Rong Jiqiao froze.

“Don’t force yourself to settle.” Duan Yan released her and let her sit up. “Since you already told the landlord we won’t renew the lease, we’ll look for a better apartment next month.”

Rong Jiqiao sat up straight and looked at him.

“A better apartment means higher rent.”

“It’s fine. We won’t share with roommates anymore.” Duan Yan said it lightly. “We’ll find a one-bedroom. Just the two of us.”

Rong Jiqiao opened her mouth.

Duan Yan propped himself up on the bed and sat up.

“My salary went up by two thousand. It’ll be enough.”

“But...”

Duan Yan interrupted her, his tone calm.

“Don’t overthink it. I’m going to wash up.”

Rong Jiqiao struggled with herself for a moment and realized she still could not bear the environment of the urban village.

Once she found a job too, covering rent should not be a problem.

Anyway, it would only be for a few months. Once Duan Yan returned to the Duan family, she would go back to the small county town.

Thinking this, Rong Jiqiao nodded.

Her face looked utterly miserable.

Forget it.

This kind of hardship was one she still could not endure.

...

When Duan Yan came out after his shower, Rong Jiqiao was already drowsy.

Her phone vibrated.

Half-asleep, she fumbled for it and checked the message.

A text popped up on the screen.

It was from an unknown number, and there was only one line.

[You haven’t contacted me in so long. Found someone new?]

Rong Jiqiao’s sleepiness vanished in an instant.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Duan Yan was about to dry his hair when he saw her expression change.

“Who messaged you?”

She hurriedly turned off the screen, sweat forming in her palm.

“No... no one. Just an ad.”

Duan Yan did not ask further and started drying his hair.

Rong Jiqiao stared at the black screen, her fingers trembling.

She opened the message.

Deleted it.

With that tone, there was no way Rong Jiqiao would not know what kind of person it was.

It had to be one of the rich men she had met while lingering around those kinds of places.

But in her previous life, no one had ever sent her a message like this.

For a moment, Rong Jiqiao could not figure it out no matter how hard she thought.

She searched through every suspicious person in her mind but still could not lock onto anyone.

To be honest, with Rong Jiqiao’s looks, if she really wanted to pick a rich man, she could find one.

The problem was that her standards were high.

She did not want an old man.

She did not want someone too ugly.

And she refused to be a mistress.

Those three requirements alone eliminated most men.

Young, rich, and handsome men were never short of beautiful women around them. Whether in family background or education, those women were all outstanding.

Under those circumstances, Rong Jiqiao did not have much of an advantage.

So even by the time the truth about her deceiving Duan Yan was exposed, she still had not found a man to take over.

Suddenly, Rong Jiqiao thought of the authentic Chanel bag the secondhand reseller had mentioned.

She frowned and tried to remember for a long time.

Who had given it to her?

As she thought about it, her phone vibrated again.

[Baby, you’ve become so cold. You won’t even reply to me.]

Rong Jiqiao: “...”

She swiftly deleted the message, blocked the number, and completed the whole process in one go.

Duan Yan had seen her get startled and realized it was not as simple as a spam text.

He reached out.

“Let me see your phone.”

Rong Jiqiao’s heart pounded like a drum.

“See what?”

Duan Yan did not speak.

He simply opened his palm.

Rong Jiqiao bit her lip, her fingers tightening around the phone.