A Pair of Evil Women's Love - Chapter 38

Chapter 38: [VIP]

On her first day back at work, Fu Haitang didn’t get home until two in the morning.

Ji Xiaotong, who had a messed-up sleep schedule, was wide awake and energetic at night. But strangely, Fu Yilan was also still up. Ji Xiaotong, taking a break after her game character died, looked at Fu Yilan next to her with curiosity. “Mom…”

“Let’s stick to a different name,” Fu Yilan’s mouth twitched.

“Oh…” Ji Xiaotong reluctantly but obediently complied. “Lanylan, you’re not going to sleep?”

Fu Yilan was holding Fu Haitang’s tablet, taking an online vocal lesson. Hearing the question, she said, “It’s still early.”

Ji Xiaotong glanced at the wall clock.

“?”

“When did our wall clock disappear?”

Ji Xiaotong stood up to look for it.

This apartment had a simple European style. Given the decor, the nail hole and the nest-like shape left on the wall, and the light brown solid wood floor, it was likely that a German cuckoo clock had once hung there.

“I can’t believe a stingy person like Fu Haitang would rent a place like this,” Fu Yilan had found it surprising before. She had initially thought Fu Haitang was a person who was careful with her money but didn’t skimp on her own living standards. But after getting to know her a bit, she felt that wasn’t right.

Fu Yilan: “Let’s ask Fu Haitang. If we can’t find it, the landlord might ask, and it’ll be a hassle to deal with.”

Ji Xiaotong: “Huh? This apartment is Fu Haitang’s.”

This apartment definitely wasn’t Fu Haitang’s. Fu Yilan thought to herself, but she still asked the naive girl next to her, “This apartment belongs to Fu Haitang?”

“Gu Jingjing gave it to her,” Ji Xiaotong said.

Fu Yilan: “What?”

Ji Xiaotong gasped, “You didn’t know?”

Fu Yilan was surprised: “When did this happen?”

Ji Xiaotong counted on her fingers: “About a week ago. The property transfer was just completed.”

A week ago?

A week ago, that’s exactly when the incident in the dressing room happened, wasn’t it?

Fu Yilan paused the video, propped herself up with her crutches, and stood up straight. Her figure became tall and rigid in that instant, her shadow blocking Ji Xiaotong. Her eyes held a terrifying, stormy aura that made Ji Xiaotong tremble for no reason.

“What, what’s wrong?” Ji Xiaotong smiled wryly. “Mom… Lanylan? Haha.”

Fu Yilan: “Are you saying this apartment was given to Fu Haitang by Gu Jingjing a week ago?”

Ji Xiaotong: “Mhm, mhm.”

Fu Yilan: “Why?”

Why? Uh… Ji Xiaotong was thinking about this for the first time.

“Yeah, Gu Jingjing gives Fu Haitang cars and now a house…” Ji Xiaotong stroked her chin, also finding it strange. “Could she be Gu Jingjing’s kept woman?”

Fu Yilan: “…”

Fu Yilan smiled, pulled out her phone, checked the local real estate prices, then sat down with a smile and sent a message to Fu Haitang, asking when she would be back.

Fu Haitang: (I’ll be back in a bit.)

Fu Yilan: (Are you hiding something from me?)

At a street stall, Fu Haitang had just received her hot pancake. It was steaming and smelled delicious. She took a bite, hissed from the heat, and found Fu Yilan’s message strange. Hiding what?

The only thing she was hiding from Fu Yilan was the matter with Ji Xiaotong and the system.

Didn’t Ji Xiaotong promise to keep her mouth shut?

Fu Haitang replied: (Nope.)

“No, pe,” Fu Yilan said the words one by one. “No, pe!”

Fu Haitang got in her car, locked the doors, and drove towards the apartment. Perhaps the air conditioning in the car was on too high, because Fu Haitang shivered. She rubbed her arms and muttered to herself, “Is the AC too cold?”

At exactly three o’clock.

Fu Haitang got home.

The door was pulled open from the inside a moment before she could use her keycard. Fu Haitang’s hand froze in mid-air as she saw Ji Xiaotong and Fu Yilan standing on either side of the entrance like two door gods.

“Hmm?” Fu Haitang hesitated. “It’s three in the morning. It’s one thing for Xiaotong to be up, but you…” She looked at Fu Yilan.

Her foot injury had taken a lot of her energy, and Fu Yilan clearly had a look of exhaustion in her eyes, yet she had forced herself to stay up until three to wait for her. Fu Haitang pursed her lips, a slight smile forming at the corners. She coughed and asked, “Miss me?”

Three black lines appeared on Fu Yilan’s forehead. She moved aside to let Fu Haitang enter. Fu Haitang took off her shoes, washed her hands, and carrying her late-night snack, tiptoed past Ji Xiaotong and went after her. “I bought you guys some pancakes.”

Fu Yilan: “I need to manage my figure.”

“Then Xiaotong and I will eat them,” Fu Haitang took the hint and didn’t push.

Ji Xiaotong: “Yay, yay!”

Fu Yilan: “…”

Fu Yilan was sitting on the sofa, a crutch propping up half a slipper. She hadn’t had a pancake in a long time, and the heat and aroma that wafted out when the bag was opened were so tempting.

She regretted it.

She turned her head to see the other two eating with oil all over their mouths.

Fu Yilan: “I’m going to bed.”

“Here,” Fu Haitang said with a mouthful of food. “I really can’t finish this. Fu Yilan, you can help me eat the other one. It’ll be a waste otherwise.”

She had intended to confront Fu Haitang, but the momentum she had built up was defeated by a single pancake.

Fu Yilan closed her eyes tightly. She was already tired, but she couldn’t fall asleep as soon as she lay down.

This apartment was worth around ten million yuan. She was living in a ten-million yuan apartment!

Fu Yilan sat up. A sliver of light seeped out from under the door, and she could hear movements in the living room. Before long, the door to the second bedroom was pushed open, and Fu Haitang, who had just showered, quietly came in with a cup of warm water.

The cup clinked against the nightstand, and a hand touched her forehead. Fu Yilan’s eyelashes fluttered. She wanted to do something, but she clutched the bedsheet and pretended to be asleep.

Fu Haitang: “Stop pretending. Get up and take your medicine.”

Fu Yilan: “…”

Fu Yilan opened her eyes and drank the water and took the medicine with a sense of angry indignation. Seeing her reaction, Fu Haitang said, “Whose fault is it that you don’t take your medicine? Otherwise, I wouldn’t have to look for you in the middle of the night.”

“I don’t like taking it,” Fu Yilan lay down with her back to Fu Haitang.

Fu Haitang: “How can you not take it?”

Fu Yilan: “…I can get better without it. I’ve already applied the medicinal oil.”

“Is that so?” Fu Haitang was suspicious and reached out a hand.

Her foot went cold. When Fu Yilan’s ankle was caught, she instinctively struggled, and the bedsheet was kicked into a wrinkled mess. The sight was irritating, and Fu Yilan felt uncomfortable. She wanted to kick Fu Haitang, but the leg she was holding was the injured one.

Fu Haitang brought over a basin of water and helped Fu Yilan sit up.

Warm water was poured over Fu Yilan’s feet, which were then carefully placed into the basin. The water covered her ankles. Fu Yilan tried to say something, but after several failed attempts to struggle, she was even slapped lightly on the calf by Fu Haitang in a gesture of annoyance.

Fu Yilan: “You–“

“Move again and I’ll tickle your feet!” Fu Haitang threatened.

Fu Yilan clenched her fists: “…”

After washing the protagonist’s feet, Fu Haitang took out the medicinal oil, squeezed a few drops into her palm, rubbed them warm, and then gently massaged Fu Yilan’s instep. “Are you in a bad mood?”

“No.” Her instep felt tingly, and as the medicinal oil warmed up, her cheeks also began to feel hot. Fu Yilan said stubbornly, “I can do it myself. You don’t need to go to this much trouble.”

Fu Haitang: “Then why are you looking at me like I’m the enemy?”

Fu Yilan: “…You’re overthinking it.”

“Is it because I came home too late and didn’t give you a bath?” Fu Haitang said boldly.

“…”

Fu Yilan had been cooped up in the apartment all day. The central air conditioning was set to a constant 27 degrees Celsius, which was a bit cool. She had to use a light blanket when she sat in the living room. Since she hadn’t sweated and had an injured leg, it was logical to keep things simple.

She tried to avoid washing and moving around as much as possible to prevent her injury from worsening. It was all very reasonable.

But when the words came out of Fu Haitang’s mouth, an inexplicable sense of shame welled up inside her. Fu Yilan actually felt a sense of embarrassment, as if she was dirty for not having taken a bath all day.

Seeing that she didn’t answer, Fu Haitang naturally assumed she was right.

After applying the medicinal oil, Fu Yilan thought it was over, but then the door was pushed open again. Fu Haitang came in with a new basin, a new towel, and a kettle of water ready to be heated.

Fu Yilan pulled the bedsheet up: “What else do you want to do?”

Fu Haitang: “It’s too late, and a bath is too much trouble. You smell so good, a quick wipe-down will be enough.”

Fu Yilan: “…”

Fu Yilan was stripped naked. Thankfully, the bedside lamp was dim, otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to hide her blushing expression.

Again, her struggles were in vain.

Fu Yilan gave up. She would be a useless person for now, and when she got better, she would take back all the dignity she had lost!

“Pfft, pfft.”

The sound of two sprays of mist.

Fu Yilan, who had been lying on her stomach while Fu Haitang wiped her back, straightened up slightly and looked back. “What was that?”

Fu Haitang’s expression was awkward, her voice was low, and what she said was vague: “You’re so sensitive.”

Fu Yilan’s mouth opened, but she couldn’t say anything, like a mute person who had just eaten bitter herbs.

“Pfft, pfft.” Two more sprays. The back of her neck was wet, and the mist gathered into droplets that slid down her neck, making Fu Yilan shiver. She finally couldn’t take it anymore. “One spray is enough.”

Fu Haitang put away the inhibitor spray and added something unnecessary: “This time it’s really enough.”

Humiliated!

Extremely humiliated!

Fu Yilan gave Fu Haitang a sharp kick in the gut and then said, “I have to go back to the TV station tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Fu Haitang nodded. With so many announcements tomorrow, it wasn’t good for Fu Yilan to be delayed, even with her leg injury. Work was the top priority, a fact that the two workaholics agreed on.

Fu Haitang: “You go ahead and do your recording as usual. Xiaotong will pick you up after work, and we’ll leave separately.”

It was necessary to be discreet. Fu Haitang casually brought up the matter of the paparazzi yesterday.

Fu Yilan took the opportunity to say, “Then I can go back to the coffee shop…”

“A cripple going back to run a shop? Won’t your manager have to hire someone just to take care of you?” Fu Haitang shot back.

Fu Yilan frowned, her tone a little fiery: “It’s still better than living in your sugar daddy’s apartment and having to be discreet.”

“Sugar daddy?” Fu Haitang hissed. “Who’s my sugar daddy? How come I don’t know?”

Fu Yilan: “…That’s just what it seems like. I don’t know if you’re actually being kept.”

The estrus in the dressing room was an accident. No one was clearer about that than Fu Yilan. And just to stop her from participating in the competition, Gu Jingjing transferred a house to Fu Haitang?

Did Gu Jingjing have too much money to burn?

Fu Haitang: “Should I wipe the front for you, too?”

Fu Yilan: “…”

“Was it your first time when you were with me?” Fu Yilan suddenly asked.

Fu Haitang: “…Isn’t that a bit presumptuous?”

Fu Yilan: “I can tell your technique is not simple. You’re very good at it.”

Hinting at the time in the dressing room.

Fu Yilan: “And your skills with your mouth are not bad either.”

Referring explicitly to their indulgence in the bathroom last night.

Fu Yilan summarized: “You must have a lot of experience.”

Fu Haitang frowned, a hidden anger brewing inside her. She crawled forward a few steps on her knees, grabbed Fu Yilan’s chin, and turned her face to get a good look at it. “Are you calling me promiscuous?”

Last night and all the times before, how could it not be considered promiscuous? Fu Yilan tacitly agreed.

She also had a ball of anger cooped up inside her. It had nowhere to go, no reason to be there. It was running wild like an evil spirit, and Fu Haitang happened to be the one to light the fuse. Fu Haitang was unlucky. After all, she had only seen two people all day, and it was Fu Haitang who kept challenging her bottom line.

Fu Haitang gritted her teeth. Her private life was being questioned, and all her composure and courtesy vanished. A shadow fell under her phoenix-like eyes as she said with a half-smile, “It’s not that I have many lovers. It’s that Miss Fu has an exceptional talent, and can be so graceful even with a beginner like me.”

Boom.

Fu Yilan felt like her whole body was on fire.

Fu Haitang retreated to the foot of the bed, pulled the corner of the comforter to cover a certain person’s upturned buttocks, and patted her lightly with a teasing hand. “Go to sleep early. Good night.”

Fu Yilan buried her face in the pillow.

Fu Haitang was actually mocking her for being a slut?