The Foolish Wife Turned Scheming After Her Recovery - Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Her Cheek Rested Against the Thin Fabric, Even Feeling the Warmth of Yu Yao’s Thigh

Chu Jiayan didn’t care what kind of company her father ran. In Yanjing, just about anyone could have a company under their name. He didn’t care whether she had money either—after all, no one had more than his family.

“So, we’re friends now, right? Then give me an invitation too? Don’t worry, I’ll definitely prepare a big gift for Auntie!”

Lu Zhili looked at Yu Yao for help. But Yu Yao couldn’t really say anything to stop him and just said, “He’s not a bad person—just spends too much time online.”

Lu Zhili made a strange expression, a little conflicted. This guy had just said she dressed like a food delivery person, but it sounded more like a joke between friends. Besides, she’d just teased him too…

Chu Jiayan blinked innocently and held out his hands, as if waiting for Lu Zhili to place an invitation into them.

“Sigh…” Lu Zhili let out a resigned sigh and actually pulled out another invitation from her bag. But this one didn’t have an envelope—just a single sheet of deep blue stationery.

Yu Yao glanced at it and realized that the name written on it was hers. Why was there another copy with her name?

“This one has Yu Yao’s name on it—I’ll just change it,” Lu Zhili said as she pulled out a pen and opened the cap. Just as she was about to write, she realized she didn’t know how to write Chu Jiayan’s name.

Her eyes rolled mischievously, and the corners of her lips curved into a sly smile. With a bold stroke, she crossed out Yu Yao’s name and began to write.

A few moments later, Chu Jiayan got the invitation he had shamelessly begged for. On it, in bold script, it read:

“Sincerely invites Mr. Delivery Guy to attend the event.”

Chu Jiayan: “?”

Pfft. This time, it was Yu Yao who couldn’t hold back her laughter.

Her laugh was like a fuse—igniting Lu Zhili’s as well. She instantly burst into a loud and unrestrained fit of giggles, bending over with laughter, her voice sharp and piercing.

In the end, Chu Jiayan had to snatch the pen from Lu Zhili’s hand himself, cross out the words “Delivery Guy,” and rewrite his actual name.

Lu Zhili collapsed face-down onto Yu Yao’s thigh, laughing so hard her eyes were tearing up.

“Lu Zhili! You little brat, you really hold a grudge!” Chu Jiayan shouted, reaching over like he was going to pinch her face, completely forgetting that he was actually a year younger than her.

Yu Yao quickly reached out to stop him. “Alright, alright, that’s enough. I’m starving. How about I treat you two to lunch?”

Lu Zhili finally calmed down and suddenly realized she was lying across Yu Yao’s lap. Through the thin layer of fabric, she could even feel the warmth of Yu Yao’s thigh against her cheek.

It felt… hot.

A flush slowly crept up her face, and within moments, even the tips of her ears were red. The scent that belonged solely to Yu Yao lingered at the tip of her nose. She couldn’t help but take a deep breath—the scent inexplicably made her feel safe.

Yu Yao gently patted her back. Lu Zhili shivered slightly. The spot where Yu Yao had touched instantly erupted in goosebumps, sending a tingling sensation straight to her scalp.

“What’s wrong? Why’s your face so red all of a sudden?” Yu Yao asked with concern. Ever since she found out that Lu Zhili’s current mental age was just eight years old, Yu Yao couldn’t help but treat her like a real child—paying extra attention, as if caring for a kid.

Chu Jiayan crossed his arms and muttered from the side, “Why else? She’s still laughing. Hmph!”

Lu Zhili bit her lower lip and didn’t say anything. She quietly straightened up from Yu Yao’s lap, and out of the corner of her eye noticed the box sitting on the coffee table. That’s when she remembered—she still had something to give Yu Yao.

She picked up the box from the table and began opening it as she spoke:
“These are cookies and yam cakes that Aunt Chen made. They’re really good! I wanted you to try them before. Aunt Chen said yam cake is great for the stomach. Didn’t you mention before that your stomach sometimes hurts?”

Lu Zhili remembered everything Yu Yao had ever said to her on WeChat. She only had this one friend, and she wanted to take good, good care of her.

Yu Yao was a little stunned. She couldn’t even recall when or where she had casually complained about her stomach hurting. It must’ve been a one-off comment late at night. She rarely had stomachaches. But at this moment, she oddly felt a sour tightness in her stomach.

“Thank you…” Yu Yao murmured, looking at the neatly arranged pastries in the box, feeling strangely dazed.

Lu Zhili wiped her hands clean with a wet tissue, then picked up a yam cake filled with red date paste. A bit nervously, she held it up in front of Yu Yao.
“Wanna try one? It’s really good.”

Yu Yao looked at those amber-colored eyes full of anticipation. As if guided by some impulse, she didn’t reach out to take it. Instead, she gently opened her mouth, lightly biting into the soft cake.

The sweetness was subtle, with a clean flavor unique to yam. The date paste balanced the slight bitterness, making it smooth and pleasant.

Chu Jiayan frowned slightly, puzzled. Girls feeding each other snacks was a pretty common sight, wasn’t it? So why did this feel… odd?

Wait a minute…

Was it because…

He also wanted to be fed?

Chu Jiayan felt like he’d found the answer. He immediately reached into the box, grabbed a piece for himself, and popped it into his mouth. His eyes lit up.
“Lu Zhili, your aunt is amazing! This yam cake is better than any I’ve ever had!”

Lu Zhili was still stunned by the fact that she had just hand-fed Yu Yao. But as soon as she heard Chu Jiayan’s voice, she snapped back to reality and shot him a glare.

Face still flushed red, she pouted and said angrily,
“Can’t even shut your mouth while eating. No more for you!”

“Bleh! Lu Zhili, you stingy brat!”