Pampered By My Fake Boyfriend's Brother
Chapter 225 Social Engagements

Chapter 225: Chapter 225 Social Engagements

Bao Cheng spoke and turned his head to look at the two girls in the back seat.

His face radiated a bright, sunny smile, and he exuded the demeanor of a wealthy young man with every gesture.

The girls in the back seat blushed slightly upon seeing this.

"Hello, I’m Wu Juan!"

"Hello, I’m Cheng Yi!"

The girls began introducing themselves.

"Hurry up and drive!" Jiang Keke, in the passenger seat, saw Bao Cheng’s enthusiastic demeanor and couldn’t help but think of his previous affair behind her back, making her words come out rather impatiently.

"As my darling wishes." Bao Cheng grinned, looking at his girlfriend, assuming she was just being jealous.

Soon, the car sped down the road.

The two girls in the back seat exchanged a glance, feeling very displeased with Jiang Keke’s tone, especially since Bao Cheng was only greeting them—was it really necessary to act so annoyed?

Moreover, they were only hitching a ride because Jiang Keke had insisted they come along, after all.

And besides, who in private didn’t know Jiang Keke was clinging to a rich young man?

In the front, Jiang Keke had no mind to ponder what others were thinking. Her mind lingered on the scene she just witnessed—when did An Yin and Shi Qing become so close?

Although she knew An Yin must have been going to a part-time job at this hour, just the thought of An Yin and Shi Qing being together made Jiang Keke feel very uneasy, as if An Yin belonged to her!

Meanwhile.

An Yin and Shi Qing arrived at "Night Charm."

As usual, they changed into their work uniforms.

An Yin didn’t head straight to her post; instead, she approached Shi Qing. "I’m going to see Sister Mei first."

"Okay." Shi Qing responded, turning to leave.

An Yin walked in the opposite direction.

When she arrived at Wen Mei’s office, she habitually knocked on the door, ignoring the doorbell beside it.

The door was pushed open.

An Yin looked up and met Wen Mei’s bleary, intoxicated eyes.

"Come in and talk." Wen Mei’s voice carried a lazy undertone as she walked, wearing a bright red cheongsam, with graceful steps to a corner sofa and sat down.

As she sat, the sofa dipped into a curve.

"Why are you standing there dumbfounded? Come over and talk." Wen Mei glanced at the young girl, her voice rising a little.

"Oh!" An Yin walked forward in a daze, noticing several empty wine bottles and glasses on the desk and coffee table, and with Wen Mei’s appearance, she tentatively asked, "Sister Mei, are you drunk?"

The curiosity of a young girl is indeed strong!

Wen Mei leaned back against the soft sofa cushion, her eyes seemingly capable of enchanting someone as she looked directly at An Yin. "Do you think a little alcohol can get me drunk after staying in a place like this for so long?"

An Yin stood there, unsure of what to do.

Wen Mei saw the young girl’s conflicted expression and allowed a hint of a bitter smile to play on her lips.

The An Yin in front of her was like a blank sheet of paper, not yet colored by anyone, youthful and fresh, with a scent like lily of the valley, making one want to gather her up and hold her tightly.

Wen Mei’s gaze on An Yin grew dimmer, as if caught in past memories she couldn’t escape from.

An Yin noticed that something was off and, feeling slightly uneasy, hurriedly blurted out what she had meant to say, "Sister Mei, I was sick and hospitalized last week, so I didn’t come to work, I’m really sorry!"

After speaking, she lowered her head guiltily, waiting for Wen Mei’s reprimand.

"Finished?" Wen Mei said indifferently.

"Yes." An Yin slowly lifted her head, only to find Wen Mei smiling warmly.

Soon after, she heard Wen Mei speak, "Health comes first; there’s no need to make a special trip to say something so minor."

An Yin hadn’t expected Wen Mei to not only not blame her but to show concern instead, feeling a warm current flow through her heart. "Thank you, Sister Mei, for understanding. I’ll head to work now."

After saying that, An Yin was about to leave, but seeing the empty bottles, she mustered the courage to speak her mind, "Sister Mei, drinking too much is bad for your health. You should drink less in the future!"

"Hehe..." Wen Mei’s charming laughter filled the room, inexplicably giving a strange feeling.

Wen Mei didn’t respond to An Yin’s words, but instead said despondently, "Go on."

An Yin thought she might have offended Wen Mei by speaking too much, so she bit her lower lip in distress and quickly left the office.

The moment the door closed, Wen Mei’s eyes became instantly bright and clear.

A cell phone lay on the coffee table, which she stared at intently. Just as her long, slender hand hesitated to reach for it, it froze in midair, unmoving until her hand ached, and she retracted it.

She collapsed back onto the sofa, closed her desire-filled eyes, and muttered repeatedly, "Why can’t it be me, why..."

In front of the VIP lounge, Shi Qing watched An Yin walk over dejectedly but didn’t inquire, instead explaining the tasks ahead to An Yin.

An Yin listened intently, soon forgetting her earlier gloominess.

***

Su Mansion.

In the hall, the servants quietly went about their tasks, not daring to make a sound with their footsteps, everyone sensing that something was off with Mrs. Su these past few days.

Occasionally, she would vent her anger on the servants, and those scolded would think it was perhaps because the second young master had gone abroad, and Mrs. Su was in a bad mood, that she would soon be alright after some time.

However, such a thought was too naive!

"Xiao Mei, make a cup of chrysanthemum tea!" Mrs. Su called out to the young girl not far away.

"Yes, Madam." Suddenly called upon, Xiao Mei responded tensely, like a startled bird, and turned to head towards the tea room.

Mrs. Su rolled her eyes in Xiao Mei’s direction and couldn’t help but mutter, "Reckless and without manners!"

Her voice was not low, and the servants working in the hall heard it, making them even more cautious and afraid of making any mistakes!

At this moment, Old Hu came in from outside, and after seeing Mrs. Su sitting in the hall, his eyes flickered for a moment before he stepped forward and bowed, "Madam, Sir asked me to tell you he won’t be coming home tonight due to a business meeting." After speaking, Old Hu lowered his head indifferently, showing that such incidents were a common occurrence he was used to.

"Business meeting? Hmph, treating me like a three-year-old." Mrs. Su gritted her teeth as she stared at Old Hu. "Probably charmed by some little vixen again."

Old Hu remained silent.

Some things were understood in people’s hearts, and this was how the years had passed; Mrs. Su should have recognized the reality long ago!