Beware Of The Best-Friend-Kiss Friendship Trap - Chapter 9

Chapter 9: It Felt Like A Certain Unspeakable Possessiveness Was at Work

On the other side, seeing the dog-apologizing emoji sent by Chu Weiyue, Jiang Yiqiu narrowed her eyes and smiled, sending back a comforting emoji.

After chatting, CEO Jiang immediately switched from her personal state to her work state, instantly reverting to her humorless self. She buttoned up the unbuttoned buttons to the very top, smoothing her collar.

After making sure her attire was neat and proper, she pushed open the door to the lounge.

The assistant was waiting outside, pacing anxiously.

But even if she had ten times the courage, she wouldn’t dare push the door open or eavesdrop outside. If she were discovered, she would be finished.

When the lounge door opened, the assistant jumped, quickly composed her expression, and stood at attention properly.

Jiang Yiqiu returned to her desk, sat down, and picked up the documents. The questions she wanted to ask resurfaced in her mind. She started asking, seemingly completely oblivious to the assistant who was on tenterhooks.

The assistant was curious about what Jiang Yiqiu did in the lounge and why she stayed for so long, but she didn’t dare ask. She only answered the questions obediently.

Before focusing on the documents, she first noticed Jiang Yiqiu’s phone screen lit up on the desk.

It was the WeChat chat interface. A quick glance showed the two emojis at the very bottom.

The assistant’s eyes widened, looking at the cute cat head emoji sent by her boss on the screen.

What kind of terrifying emoji is the boss sending? Am I seeing things?

Her demeanor and the emoji were not slightly different; they were poles apart.

Looking further up, she saw the chat nickname: Cancer 174 Strong Healthy Super Reliable Yue.

The assistant broke out in a sweat. This nickname… is she serious?

What kind of Sea King (player) uses nicknames like this?

Does the boss not only have a sugar baby, but is she also juggling multiple partners?!

Thinking of the boss’s contact list filled with various types of beauties—sweet-voiced, long-legged, good-looking—and all of them obedient and submissive to her, the assistant’s worldview was greatly shaken.

—Being rich is awesome!

Jiang Yiqiu didn’t get an answer after posing her question. She looked up and saw the assistant staring intently at her phone.

Jiang Yiqiu didn’t say anything, just tapped the desk with her index finger knuckle.

The assistant snapped back to attention, utterly embarrassed: “CEO Jiang, my apologies, I didn’t mean to.”

Jiang Yiqiu didn’t speak, silently putting her phone away.

After a moment of silence, as if she had thought of something, she spoke: “The nickname was written casually.”

The assistant would certainly misunderstand, so she offered an explanation to protect her and Chu Weiyue’s image.

However, instead of explaining their relationship, she added: “It’s just her.”

Just her? Jiang Yiqiu didn’t elaborate.

The assistant, however, had her own interpretation.

The assistant believed she had already witnessed the restless heart beneath the boss’s cool exterior. She thought, Of course, of course. She’s the one you love the most among all the people you’ve loved. I understand, Boss.

Jiang Yiqiu thought she had explained herself clearly, unaware that her assistant’s imagination had run off to the Pacific Ocean.

…

Chu Weiyue finished her class and returned to the office to grade homework and prepare her lessons.

Near graduation, her mother wanted her to teach high school, feeling that teaching junior high was a bit of a waste, but Chu Weiyue firmly refused.

Everyone has gone through high school. Experiencing the 7 am to 10 pm schedule once was enough. She didn’t want to experience it again.

Who wants to trade ten years of hard study for several decades of hard study? What’s the difference between that and the previous life’s high school?

It’s better for me not to live such a monotonous life.

In comparison, junior high was much more relaxed.

Chu Weiyue wasn’t a person with grand ambitions. Her current life was quite good.

The school offices were arranged by subject. English was one of the core subjects, with many teachers—nearly ten in one large office.

The advantage was that you didn’t have to worry about a lack of company, and the colleagues in the office were all easygoing and enthusiastic. The disadvantage was also obvious: it was difficult to find a quiet moment. Everyone was either gathered chatting or individually talking to someone.

After the long break ended, students finished their exercises and went upstairs. The hallway was noisy.

The teachers with classes in the third period went to teach, and a few senior teachers went to attend a core meeting. The office was rare in its tranquility.

Chu Weiyue buried her head in grading homework. Once she was immersed, she lost track of time. She finished grading, looked up, and let out a soft “hiss.” Her neck ached terribly. Hunching over her desk for so long, her neck was stiff.

Chu Weiyue looked at the time. Ten minutes until the end of class. She rubbed her sore neck and stood up. She had only been working for two years, and the occupational ailments were already showing up. What will happen later?

She went to the water dispenser to get a cup of water, scanning the office. She then realized she was the only one in the room.

Everyone really had gone out.

A rare moment of solitude.

Chu Weiyue returned to her spot, opened her computer to revise her teaching materials, and the office door opened.

She subconsciously looked up and saw a colleague walk in.

This person was Fang Yuan, a new teacher who started this year. She was two years younger than Chu Weiyue, with a more introverted personality, and mostly stayed at her desk doing her own thing.

Chu Weiyue greeted her but immediately noticed something was wrong.

Fang Yuan’s face was as pale as paper. She was slightly bent over, holding a textbook in one hand and clutching her stomach with the other, enduring the discomfort.

Chu Weiyue was startled. She stood up, helped her back to her seat, and poured her a cup of hot water: “What’s wrong?”

Fang Yuan thanked her, her expression exhausted and pale, her voice weak: “It’s my period. I’ll be fine after resting for a bit. You go back to your work.”

As she spoke, she took out a bag of brown sugar from her drawer, intending to brew some brown sugar water to drink.

Chu Weiyue stopped her: “Hey, hey, don’t drink it in a rush. Brown sugar water doesn’t really help with menstrual cramps. I have painkillers. I’ll get them for you.”

Fang Yuan was stunned. She probably hadn’t heard this before: “Brown sugar doesn’t help?”

“That’s right,” Chu Weiyue briefly explained, “Because over 90% of brown sugar is sucrose. The reason people think it works is because it’s brewed with hot water, and the hot water is what helps.”

Fang Yuan suddenly realized: “So that’s it. You know so much.”

Chu Weiyue was a little proud: “I know more than just that. Also, when you have cramps, you need to be careful about…”

Chu Weiyue gave her a lot of basic knowledge about menstrual cramps. Fang Yuan nodded repeatedly, taking it to heart. Looking at her, it seemed she had genuinely researched this topic.

Chu Weiyue was a little confused: “I remember you never had cramps before. What’s wrong this time?”

Fang Yuan was a little embarrassed and whispered: “I couldn’t resist drinking a cold beverage yesterday.”

Chu Weiyue laughed: “No wonder then. You need to be careful in the future. You’re the one who suffers when you have cramps.”

Fang Yuan nodded. She was a typical “I” (Introvert) personality, nervous around strangers, and nervous when there were too many people. Since the office usually had nearly ten people, and she was new and didn’t know anyone, it was like the social anxiety buff was fully stacked. She didn’t even dare to speak. Sometimes she wanted to chime in but didn’t dare, and her heart would race for a long time just to share a snack with other teachers.

But now it was just her and Chu Weiyue, and the latter had a great personality and was also… a beauty. Fang Yuan became bolder and asked: “Do you have any older or younger sisters at home?”

Chu Weiyue: “No, I’m an only child.”

“Hmm… then,” Fang Yuan bit her lip, tentatively asking, “Do you have a girlfriend?”

Chu Weiyue was alarmed. She didn’t know why Fang Yuan suddenly made such a bold guess, and she nearly jumped up: “No! I’m straight!”

Seeing her look so shocked, Fang Yuan quickly explained: “I see that when you get your period, you’re always the same as usual, never having cramps. Your body is very healthy, but you’ve researched all this so clearly, so I thought…”

Chu Weiyue breathed a sigh of relief, answering matter-of-factly: “I don’t have cramps, but someone else does.”

The “someone else” she spoke of was clearly not a general reference but a specific person.

Fang Yuan pondered for a moment and had a guess. She lightly pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, but couldn’t help asking: “Is it that best friend whose photos you won’t show?”

“…” Chu Weiyue’s smile froze. “Are you not going to let this go?”

Fang Yuan covered her mouth and chuckled softly.

Chu Weiyue saw her expression and knew she was deliberately teasing her. She was very displeased: “You look quiet and reserved. Why are you also making fun of me?”

Fang Yuan’s pale face gained a bit of life from the smile: “I hear you talk about her all the time.”

“Other teachers also said that you mention her every few days since you started working here,” Fang Yuan added with a smile. “And you absolutely refuse to show them her pictures.”

She looked curious: “Why is she so mysterious?”

Chu Weiyue used the same old excuse: “She’s shy. I’ll bring her to meet you when there’s a chance.”

Fang Yuan’s eyes showed envy: “You two must be very good friends.”

Chu Weiyue had intended to say “best friends,” but the words strangely changed on her tongue: “Mmm, she’s the most important person to me.”

As for why she still hadn’t shown the photo to her colleagues… Chu Weiyue couldn’t quite explain it herself.

It felt like a certain unspeakable possessiveness was at work.

She had never thought deeply about it.

But her instinct rejected the idea.