The Stepmother’s Counterattack: Raising a Child in a Bygone Era
Chapter 150: Chance Encounter with Ning Yuan

Chapter 150: Chapter 150: Chance Encounter with Ning Yuan

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"Fangfang, you’re my best friend, you’ll definitely help me, right?"

Zhao Fang withdrew her hand from Sun Feifei’s grasp with a hint of coldness and sneered, "Now you remember we’re best friends? After you got a new job, I called you several times to hang out, but you never showed up. What, you think you’re too good for me now that you work for a foreign company?"

Sun Feifei quickly complained, "...Fangfang, don’t be fooled by my glamorous public relations job at the foreign firm. It’s actually much tougher than teaching. I have to deal with difficult bosses and old colleagues, not to mention all kinds of tricky clients. I’m genuinely overwhelmed and didn’t want to spread my negativity to you, which is why I didn’t take up your invitations."

"What about Ning Yuan? You promised to help set me up with him, are you playing games with me?"

Sun Feifei thought to herself that with Zhao Fang’s lack of looks and figure, even if she stripped and lay in Ning Yuan’s bed, he might not spare her a second glance. Yet she explained, "I’ve just been really busy lately and haven’t gotten around to it. Wait for tonight, I’ll call him and set it up for you..."

Before she could finish speaking, a deafening roar suddenly came from outside the window.

Both women looked in the direction of the sound and saw a yellow sports car stopping at the curb.

The sight of Ning Yuan stepping out of the car made Sun Feifei’s heart race.

Ning Yuan was wearing a white shirt with orange-red prints, with three buttons undone at the collar, revealing his pale and sexy Adam’s apple and chest. Around his neck was an 18K white gold necklace that shimmered in the sunlight. He wore tea-colored sunglasses over his handsome face and his hair was styled in a disheveled 7/3 part using hair wax, encapsulating a look of wealth, charisma, and charm.

The moment he got out of the car, Ning Yuan nearly captured the gaze of every woman on the street.

Saliva nearly dripped from Zhao Fang’s mouth.

"Oh my god! It’s Ning Yuan! I didn’t expect to see him here. Let’s invite him to join us for a meal!"

Sun Feifei immediately rejected Zhao Fang’s suggestion without a second thought.

Having dressed plainly without makeup in order to garner sympathy and pity from Zhao Fang, Sun Feifei looked particularly haggard.

She didn’t want Ning Yuan to see her like this.

Zhao Fang, oblivious to her scheming, saw Ning Yuan starting to walk away and promptly yelled out the window, "Ning Yuan!"

Before Sun Feifei had a chance to stop her, Ning Yuan had already turned his head to look over.

Seeing the two women, Ning Yuan walked over, and peering through the window with his sunglasses pulled down, his expression was playful and saucy.

"What a coincidence."

As he approached, a refined and pleasant scent of men’s cologne wafted through the air.

"It is quite the coincidence. Are you meeting someone here?"

On the surface, Sun Feifei made casual small talk with Ning Yuan, but her heart was beating exceedingly fast.

She had previously fancied men like Yan Yi, who were gentle and scholarly, but now she found herself helplessly enthralled by Ning Yuan’s charming playboy demeanor.

"Ahem!"

Zhao Fang was blushing and her heart was pounding while she was also signaling to Sun Feifei.

Feifei, albeit reluctantly, opened her mouth, "Ning Yuan, this is my good friend Zhao Fang, whom you’ve met during the outdoor activities."

"Ah, I remember, Fangfang, right?"

Ning Yuan gave Zhao Fang a flirtatious smile, and she felt like half her soul had flown away.

Sun Feifei felt somewhat suffocated by Ning Yuan’s flamboyant demeanor but still continued, "Ning Yuan, Zhao Fang fancies you and would really like to be friends with you."

"Sure," Ning Yuan replied nonchalantly, catching Sun Feifei off guard.

Zhao Fang was so overjoyed she was at a loss for words, stuttering, "Really, can I?"

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"Of course, let’s exchange contact information."

Just then, a waiter passed by. Ning Yuan borrowed a pen from the waiter, grabbed Zhao Fang’s hand, and meticulously wrote down his apartment’s phone number in her palm.

"I’ll be home after ten tonight, you can call me."

Having said that, he did not forget to throw a flirtatious wink before putting on his sunglasses and stylishly turning to leave.

Zhao Fang looked at the phone number in her palm, so thrilled she nearly died on the spot.

Seeing how elated Zhao Fang was, Sun Feifei almost died of envy.

She never imagined Ning Yuan would take a fancy to someone like Zhao Fang.

Isn’t he picky at all?

Angry as she was, Sun Feifei’s mood somewhat balanced out when she thought about Ning Yuan’s philandering ways, guessing he would dump Zhao Fang as easily as he had dumped her once he had his fun. She even took a perverse pleasure in anticipating Zhao Fang being played by Ning Yuan.

"Fang Fang, you see, I’ve done what I promised you. Now you will help me too, right?"

As Zhao Fang fumbled in her bag for a notebook and a pen, intending to copy down Ning Yuan’s number, she replied, "Don’t worry, I’ll help you."

Sun Feifei quickly asked, "Then do you have any good ideas to deal with Shen Mingzhu?"

"I need to go back and think about that. I’ll let you know once I have an idea."

Watching Zhao Fang happily put the notebook into her bag, Sun Feifei darkly said, "Fang Fang, you must seize this opportunity. A rich young master like Ning Yuan won’t like a woman who goes against him. You have to cater to his every whim for him to be willing to keep dating you for the long term."

Zhao Fang, who had never been in a relationship, upon hearing this, immediately asked Sun Feifei to share more of her experiences, eager to learn.

Sun Feifei spouted nonsense, but her implications were clear: Zhao Fang should take the initiative to offer herself to Ning Yuan, to secure him. She even gave Zhao Fang several bad ideas, including the one she had once used herself—getting into bed while pretending to be drunk.

Zhao Fang was completely off guard and kept thanking Sun Feifei profusely.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

For Sun Feifei, these three days felt like years.

Every day she speculated about how far Zhao Fang and Ning Yuan had gone, both hoping Zhao Fang would be toyed with by Ning Yuan and not wanting Ning Yuan to have any sexual relations with her.

In her subconscious, Ning Yuan was her future husband, the father of her unborn children.

She could not bear the thought of her man sleeping with another woman.

After work, Sun Feifei couldn’t help but call Zhao Fang.

At seven in the evening, Zhao Fang arrived as promised.

Sun Feifei stared at Zhao Fang, who looked like a completely different person, and it took her a long time to snap back to reality.

Seeing Sun Feifei gazing at her unblinkingly, Zhao Fang couldn’t resist showing off, "How about it, I look good in this dress, don’t I?"

"Not bad."

On the surface, Sun Feifei was calm, but inside she was dying with jealousy.

She had set her sights on this dress two months ago, secretly saving money and planning to buy it next month, yet Zhao Fang had quietly bought it already.

This dress cost nearly two hundred yuan, and Zhao Fang was just a preschool teacher, earning only forty to fifty a month. Where did she get the money to buy such an expensive dress?

Sun Feifei’s curiosity was soon answered, "It was a gift from Ning Yuan. He took me shopping yesterday and when he saw I liked this dress, he bought it for me."