Luring Her to Take the Bait - Chapter 18.2

After speaking, she gathered the plates and bowls, stood up, and walked toward the dishwasher.

Pei Wenjin blinked, looked down at her own plate full of breakfast, and after coming back to her senses, asked a soul-searching question.

“Susu, why do I have so much on my plate, while you only have one piece of toast and one fried egg?!”

Fu Su dried her hands and walked over, looking down at her. Pei Wenjin was without makeup; from this downward angle, her face looked delicate and small. With the side braid and clear pupils, she looked like a cherished porcelain doll.

“Is it not good?” she asked.

Pei Wenjin was startled, “No, it’s delicious.”

“I eat little,” Fu Su said, her knuckle rapping lightly on the table again, “This is your portion.”

Fu Su turned to go back to her bedroom. Pei Wenjin shouted behind her, “You want me to get fat! While you stay thin!”

However, when Fu Su came out after changing her clothes, Pei Wenjin’s plate was already empty, and the red bean glutinous ball porridge had been finished completely. Pei Wenjin looked up and licked her lips, asking as if she hadn’t had enough: “Are there any more shaomai? I want to eat two more.”

Pei Wenjin resolved her rice-ball-sized worry within the four shaomai she received.

—

Perhaps because Fu Su had intimidated her with that look that morning, Pei Wenjin stayed well-behaved for two days.

During these two days, the 3D model of the rings was confirmed. Jiang Lai said they would be ready this Saturday.

Pei Wenjin went to find Fu Su for lunch every day and generously treated the entire law firm staff to a Min cuisine meal—delivery, of course.

Little Manager Pei received unanimous praise from everyone; consequently, she gained many new friends on WeChat.

Fu Su just glanced at her a few times without making a sound.

On Saturday morning, after Fu Su finished her run, she came out after showering and drying her hair. It was just past seven o’clock, and Pei Wenjin’s bedroom door was still closed.

Last night, Little Manager Pei had fully embraced the holiday spirit, playing games until two in the morning. At that time, Fu Su had gotten up during the night to get some water and heard faint cursing and “Game Over” noises.

Fu Su stood in front of the sideboard, picked out her own white mug from a collection of colorful ones, and ground some beans to make herself an Americano.

Her hip leaned lazily against the edge, a towel draped over her shoulder. She smoothed back her damp hair; her eyebrows and eyelashes were wet and fuzzy, giving her a raw, natural beauty.

She looked down at her phone and immediately frowned.

Her client had sent her a message in the morning, saying they were canceling the representation.

They had originally scheduled to meet at the law firm at nine o’clock this morning to complete the evidence and officially sign the contract.

Fu Su pondered for a moment and decided to ask a bit more. However, the other party replied:

[He wrote me a letter of guarantee. This time it was because he drank too much; he definitely won’t hit me again in the future. And we have a child; if we divorce, the child won’t have a father.]

Fu Su’s brow furrowed tighter and tighter. She still advised: [Domestic violence happens either zero times or countless times, and this isn’t the first time.]

[I’m sorry, Lawyer Fu, but I still don’t plan to sue. Thank you for your time.]

Fu Su let out a long sigh, relaxed her shoulders, and curled her lip slightly as she replied to her.

[Okay, I understand.]

Fu Su put down her phone, pulled out a book, and sat at the bar counter with her mug, taking a small sip.

After flipping through a few pages, she couldn’t settle her mind. She dried her hair until it was half-dry, tied it up casually, changed her clothes, and planned to go to the firm.

Before leaving, she glanced at Pei Wenjin’s bedroom door; it was still quiet.

She rescheduled Meiyu’s route to avoid Pei Wenjin’s room, and after leaving a message on WeChat, Fu Su left with her briefcase.

When Pei Wenjin woke up, she had lost track of time from sleeping so much. Her phone showed it was after eleven o’clock. She thought it was eleven at night and was about to close her eyes and go back to sleep when there was a sudden knock on the door.

“Pei Wenjin, are you awake?” Fu Su asked softly.

She hummed: “Mhm…”

“It’s eleven o’clock.”

“Mmm~~”

Pei Wenjin knitted her brows and rubbed her face against the pillow, humming reluctantly.

“Susu, it’s the weekend, let me sleep a little longer~~”

Outside the door, Fu Su pondered for a few seconds and pushed the door open.

However, when the scene inside the room came into view, Fu Su was first startled, then frowned helplessly.

The curtains were drawn, and sunlight reflected through the glass.

The once pure white room no longer existed. It had turned into a pink carpet, blue jellyfish pillows, pink and blue paintings on the wall, candy-colored floor lamps, a rainbow-gradient quilt, and a cream macaron color scheme—the atmosphere was thick with girlishness.

“Ugh…” Pei Wenjin was curled up in the center of the large bed, twisting as she hugged the quilt. She raised her hand to block the sunlight, pouting and muttering: “Five more minutes, just five minutes, it’s the weekend…”

“Pei Wenjin, get up…” Fu Su turned her head, but paused upon seeing the person on the bed. She immediately looked away, her eyelashes fluttering as she raised her hand to touch her nose, her ears turning red again.

Curly hair was scattered about. Sunlight flowed over her back, looking like some kind of aquatic creature—it was so white and translucent it seemed to shimmer. It was beautiful.

Pei Wenjin suddenly rolled over.

Fu Su’s heart throbbed. Without looking back, she walked out, muttering: “You said you wanted to celebrate our one-week anniversary, yet you’re sleeping so late.”

“One-week anniversary…”

Pei Wenjin muttering with a wrinkled nose, then suddenly opened her eyes and remembered: “Oh right, today is our one-week anniversary!”

It wasn’t until after lunch, once Pei Wenjin had finished her makeup and dressing, that it was already after two in the afternoon.

“Susu…”

Pei Wenjin peeked weakly from behind the door. Fu Su looked up from her book and asked in a low voice: “Ready?”

She broke into a smile, her eyes filled with a well-behaved look, and nodded vigorously, “Mhm!”

“Do I look good?”

Pei Wenjin stood in front of her and twirled on her tiptoes. Compared to her usual colorful outfits, today’s was very simple.

A blue off-the-shoulder shirt with bow ties at the shoulders. The hem was tucked into a beige short skirt, paired with white mid-calf socks. Her thick curly hair cascaded casually behind her, looking clean and gentle.

Fu Su curled her lips slightly, “Mhm.”

“My makeup today is very pretty too, right~” Pei Wenjin leaned over right under her eyelids, her sparkling lips deliberately and coquettishly parted slightly. Today she wore a youthful nude-pink color, her base makeup was transparent, and her pink cheeks looked full of vitality.

Fu Su only gave a brief glance before withdrawing her gaze and standing up to walk toward the main door, “Let’s go.”

Pei Wenjin followed with her decorative small bag, “GOGOGO!”

However, once they arrived at the mall, the reality made Pei Wenjin click her tongue.

She kept glancing at Fu Su, feeling quite jealous.

This person had a cold face, so why were so many people looking at her?

It was clearly a very simple outfit—a French Cuban collar shirt and high-waisted trousers—which made Fu Su look slender-waisted and long-legged, with excellent body proportions.

Her dark hair fell naturally on her shoulders. Fu Su didn’t even wear much makeup, yet her features were so well-defined it was as if she had natural-born highlight and contouring.

Pei Wenjin felt a bit sour in her throat just looking at her.

The two of them walked into a cat cafe. The owner was already waiting at the door and immediately came forward, warmly calling: “Manager Pei, Miss Fu.”

Pei Wenjin tugged at Fu Su, throwing a capricious tantrum: “You’re not allowed to look this good!”

“Don’t smile, and don’t look at others!”

“Wear a mask!”

Fu Su turned her head, her thin lips slightly pursed. She looked at her with a complex expression, finally sighed, and resignedly took the black mask handed over by the owner and put it on. She pointed at herself with her eyes, as if saying: Is this okay now?

But even that wasn’t enough. In the end, Fu Su also put on a baseball cap, completely covering her face.

Pei Wenjin laughed, satisfied.

However…

“Why are all the cats surrounding you? Are you hiding cat treats on you!”

Pei Wenjin stared at Fu Su in shock, then glared with a frown at the cats that were three layers deep around her. One had even brazenly climbed onto Fu Su’s lap to sit, its paws resting on her shoulder as it tilted its head to lick Fu Su’s chin, and Fu Su was actually stroking its tail.

This won’t do!!!

She had never even sat in Susu’s lap before!

“Susu! No!”

In a fit of pique, Pei Wenjin grabbed the cat by the scruff of its neck, lifted it up, and tossed it aside. With a “plop,” she sat herself down on Fu Su’s lap. Her toes left the ground as she reached out to hug Fu Su’s neck, looking down at her aggrievedly: ” You can’t pet them!”

“…” Fu Su’s expression was indifferent. She parted her lips and said: “Coming to a cat cafe and not petting cats?”

Pei Wenjin was stumped and unable to argue back. she gave her a delicate glare and huffed with her arms crossed, “They’re all surrounding you and not coming to find me anymore!”

Fu Su glanced at the owner standing nearby, whose expression was indescribable. She gently pushed Pei Wenjin’s shoulder and spoke slowly: “Get down.”

Pei Wenjin brushed a hand through Fu Su’s hair and bared her teeth before getting off her lap.

“Cats can sit there, but I can’t. You’re biased!”

Fu Su glanced at her, ignoring her accusation, though she didn’t let any more cats climb onto her.

Pei Wenjin sat cross-legged on the sofa, holding a long-haired calico, resting her chin on its furry head as she peered at Fu Su.

This person sat there with cold eyes and long limbs, occasionally reaching out to scoop up a cat. Her aura was imposing, like a boss.

It was as if she couldn’t stand loneliness—even with cats it wasn’t enough, she had to pull a book out of her shoulder bag, rest it on her crossed legs, flip a page, and then stroke a cat’s back.

Pei Wenjin squeezed over, deliberately bumping her leg. The moment Fu Su looked over, she buried her head in the cat’s belly and rubbed.

She was curious about what was in Fu Su’s bag; it was quite stuffed.

They had bought movie tickets in advance for an animated film. Pei Wenjin held a bucket of popcorn in her arms and pulled Fu Su, who was carrying two cups of cola, to sit in the very center seats. The VIP theater was full of people since the movie had just been released today.

“Susu, let me tell you, the Senior Sister’s fight scenes are super cool! No one could dislike her!”

In the darkness, Pei Wenjin’s eyes were exceptionally bright, her warm breath fluttering against Fu Su’s ear.

Fu Su reached out to push her away and fished a cleaning wipe out of her bag to hand to her: “Wipe your hands.”

“Oh, thanks Susu~”

When she took it, her fingertips brushed the back of Fu Su’s hand. It seemed that in the darkness, all sensations except sight were amplified.

Pei Wenjin glanced at Fu Su sideways.

The mask and hat were worn properly on her face; in the flickering light of the screen, her expression couldn’t be seen clearly.

She just felt very quiet, like a plant, even her breathing was silent.

She picked up a piece of popcorn and bit it. She nudged the popcorn bucket toward Fu Su. In the darkness, she seemed to see Fu Su’s mask move, but she didn’t hear any sound.

Then Fu Su leaned toward her and lowered her chin: “No need.”

The sweet butter flavor spread in her mouth. Pei Wenjin withdrew her hand. Flicking the damp, soft popcorn with her tongue, she thought: Today’s popcorn isn’t good—it’s not hot, not crunchy enough, it’s all soft. Dock their pay.

Eating a piece of popcorn, taking a sip of cola—halfway through the movie, she rubbed her thighs and pulled her skirt down. She muttered in her heart: The air conditioning temperature isn’t right either. Dock their pay.

Dock their pay, dock their pay, dock their pay.

“Are you cold?” Fu Su asked amidst a deafening explosion.

“Mhm?” Pei Wenjin looked up at her, and a weight suddenly fell onto her lap.

Squinting her eyes, she saw it was a plaid shirt.

Fu Su said: “Cover your legs.”

Pei Wenjin unfolded the clothes. Suddenly, she paused. Under everyone’s watchful eyes, she picked up the shirt, covered her nose, and took a sniff.

“So fragrant.”

Fu Su’s throat bobbed.

Pei Wenjin was happy again. With Fu Su’s shirt covering her, the popcorn tasted even sweeter. She decided to give the employees a chicken leg bonus and give feedback immediately after the movie!

Susu’s bag contained tissues, wet wipes, a jacket, an umbrella, and even a power bank.

Pei Wenjin charged her phone. Suddenly, she reached out to tug Fu Su’s wrist.

Her voice was tinged with the sweetness of the popcorn, “Susu.”

With her other hand, she unhooked the mask strap. Pei Wenjin held the side of her neck and tilted her chin up, finding the position by instinct. She printed a kiss on Fu Su’s cheek, then pursed her lips.

Soft, cool, and fragrant.

Cool fingers circled her wrist. Fu Su tilted away to create distance, her cold chin appearing snow-white.

“You ate popcorn and didn’t wipe your mouth.”

“Then can I kiss you if I wipe my mouth?” Pei Wenjin lowered her voice, her tone clinging with an ambiguity that was poorly hidden.

Fu Su pursed her pale pink lips and didn’t speak. She simply pulled her hand down and pushed it back.

Pei Wenjin looked back at the screen, fumbled for a piece of popcorn to put in her mouth, and licked her lips.

The popcorn was even sweeter.

It seemed Susu knew how to do everything, always calm and composed, never flustered—nothing could defeat her.

But when she saw the cookies Pei Wenjin had burned, she would raise an eyebrow and silently place the fragrant cookies she had baked herself in front of Pei Wenjin, elegantly packing them into a bag.

“You’re laughing at me!”

Pei Wenjin pouted dissatisfiedly, grabbed a perfectly shaped puppy cookie, and bit it in half with a “crunch.”

“If I messed up the first time, I’ll just do it a second time!”

Fu Su watched the person with flour on their face working hard to knead the dough. She relaxed her brow and quietly held up her phone.

In the evening, they had dinner at a famous French restaurant in the capital. The manager received them personally and led them to a private room. The air was fresh, with green bamboo and rockeries, and the sound of gurgling water was quiet and pleasant.