Becoming the Runaway Little Wife of the Domineering CEO - Chapter 20

It took Yin Shuang nearly two hundred meters to realize something was wrong. She stopped, turned around, and looked up at Fu Mang. “I think I broke their table back there. Do I… need to pay for that?”

Fu Mang stared at her for a long time. Finally, she asked with utmost sincerity, “Jin Xiaoyu, there’s something I’ve wanted to know for a while. Just how long is your reaction lag?”

Yin Shuang: “…”

She didn’t quite understand the term “reaction lag,” but she knew sarcasm when she heard it. She pouted and said nothing. After a few seconds of silent staring, Fu Mang let out a resigned sigh. Her gaze drifted down to their intertwined hands. Her expression stiffened, and she awkwardly wiggled her fingers, trying to pull away. She didn’t use much force, so the moment Yin Shuang noticed, she naturally let go.

The freedom of her hand should have been a relief, but it felt even more awkward than before.

Standing on the sidewalk and staring at each other, Fu Mang decided there was no time like the present. Tonight, she would make her sexual orientation crystal clear to Jin Xiaoyu. Once the girl understood, she would finally give up.

With that thought, Fu Mang’s eyes calmed. “Let’s go.”

They got back in the car. Yin Shuang watched as Fu Mang turned the steering wheel toward an unfamiliar direction. “We aren’t going home?”

“Not yet,” Fu Mang replied without looking back. “Going home is boring today. Let’s go find some fun.”

Yin Shuang didn’t quite get it. Since when is going home “boring”? Fu Mang did the same thing every night. What made today so special?

******

Yin Shuang didn’t object. When she heard “find some fun,” she assumed they were heading to a mall. But when the car stopped, the only place to play was a bar. Next to it was a tea house, but she knew Fu Mang wouldn’t look for “fun” in a tea house.

Fu Mang was secretly watching Yin Shuang’s face. Seeing the girl show zero reaction to the bar’s sign made her feel even more uneasy. She frowned slightly as she turned off the engine, but she didn’t unbuckle her seatbelt.

Yin Shuang turned her head and watched her quietly, waiting for Fu Mang to move so she could follow. But after a long silence, Fu Mang just kept staring at her with an increasingly strange look.

Under that gaze, Yin Shuang felt a sudden pressure. She leaned back toward the door. “President Fu… what’s wrong?”

Fu Mang blinked, as if snapping out of a trance. “I don’t know if it’s my imagination… but Jin Xiaoyu, do you look prettier today?”

Yin Shuang’s heart skipped a beat. It had been a month since she last “pinched” her face; the magic was likely wearing off. She needed to get home and fix it. She forced herself to remain calm, turned her head away, and gave a shy giggle. “Oh, President Fu, stop it! You’re making me blush.”

Fu Mang: “…” Never mind. I must have seen wrong.

While staring at her just now, Fu Mang hadn’t just noticed her beauty—she’d also felt a flicker of familiarity. But she couldn’t place it. Even her behavior at the salon felt like something she’d seen before. But where?

Yin Shuang, terrified of being recognized, unbuckled her belt and hopped out of the car. She waved Fu Mang over. “Come on! We’re here!”

The interruption broke Fu Mang’s train of thought. She shook off the feeling and followed her out.

******

The bar had just opened for the 6:00 PM shift, and there were more staff than customers. They ordered two common cocktails and found a spot that wasn’t too secluded but offered a good view of the floor.

Fu Mang didn’t actually like these places. The dry ice fog, the blinding lights, and the crowds looking for a hook-up made her want to leave after thirty seconds. But her mission wasn’t over.

She had no intention of actually picking up a man. She simply swirled her glass and said with feigned casualness, “Which of the men here do you think is a good match for me?”

Yin Shuang scanned the room. “None of them.”

Most of the people here looked pale and walked with a hollow gait. They had no “auspicious aura,” nor any “killing karma.” They were just… average. Nothing special enough to match Fu Mang.

Fu Mang wasn’t surprised by the answer. A tiny smile touched her lips as she continued, “Well, we’re just here for fun, not looking for a husband. I think that guy in the red shirt is pretty cute. What do you think?”

Yin Shuang frowned as she looked. “Not good.”

Dull eyes, thin ears—a classic face of misfortune, Yin Shuang thought. Either a life of poverty or an early grave.

While Yin Shuang was seriously evaluating the man’s physiognomy, Fu Mang assumed she was jealous. For some reason, the idea made Fu Mang feel a little bit happy. She didn’t dwell on why. She set her drink down. “Well, I think he’s great. I really like men like that.”

She put a deliberate emphasis on the word “men.” Yin Shuang thought she was being very odd today, but before she could speak, a server arrived with a drink.

“For you, miss. From the gentleman over there. He said: ‘A fine wine for a fine lady.'”

Both women froze. The “gentleman” was the very man in red they had been discussing. Yin Shuang looked at the drink, then at the server. “Are you sure you have the right person? Isn’t it for her?”

The server smiled. “No mistake. It’s for you.”

…Awkward.

Yin Shuang turned to Fu Mang, whose face was now as dark as a burnt pot. “See?” Yin Shuang whispered. “I told you he wasn’t good. His taste is terrible—how could he pick me when you’re sitting right here?”

Yin Shuang meant it, but it only made Fu Mang angrier. What did she mean, his taste was “terrible” for picking her? Was she saying she wasn’t attractive?

Before Fu Mang could respond, a second drink arrived. This time, it wasn’t a server; it was a young man who looked like a college student. He sat down next to Yin Shuang with practiced ease. “All alone? Why didn’t you bring a friend?”

Yin Shuang: “…”

Fu Mang: “Are you blind? I’m sitting right here.”

The boy was taken aback by Fu Mang’s hostility. Yin Shuang, however, thought she understood. Her boss was beautiful, yet no one was approaching her, while her lowly bodyguard was getting hit on left and right. Fu Mang must be embarrassed and angry.

Honestly, the men in this bar were blind. Fu Mang was ten times prettier than her. Why were they all ignoring her?

Yin Shuang had no idea that bar-hopping men have specific “targets.” Someone like Fu Mang looked too sharp and high-maintenance; no matter how beautiful she was, they didn’t want the trouble. But Yin Shuang’s “pinched” face looked like a classic “beauty with no brains”—a much easier target.

*****

Fu Mang grabbed Yin Shuang’s hand and stood up to leave. “Are we not having fun anymore?” Yin Shuang asked.

Fu Mang ignored her, dragging her out into the fresh air. She took a deep breath, feeling her temper cool slightly. She turned to Yin Shuang. “In the future—”

She was cut off by a very familiar voice. They both turned toward the corner and saw Zhang Yuning and Shao Yang walking toward the bar.

Yuning looked conflicted. “This is bad. Leaving work early is one thing, but if President Fu finds out we’re at a bar, she’ll kill us.”

Shao Yang shrugged. “She won’t find out. She took Jin Xiaoyu home at noon and never came back. Besides, her being a saint is her business; a boss can’t control an employee’s private life.”

Yuning was still worried. “But if we’re caught…”

Shao Yang rolled his eyes. He hated when Yuning acted like a nag. “Stop it! She definitely won’t find out. And if she does—”

Shao Yang looked around and spotted a fresh pile of dog poop on the sidewalk. He pointed at it. “See that? If Fu Mang catches us, I’ll get a spoon and eat that whole thing, one scoop at a time!”

Yuning finally shut up. They walked past a parked car and reached the bar’s entrance. Shao Yang’s triumphant grin froze instantly.

Fu Mang was standing there, smiling at him. “Do you need me to provide the spoon?”

Shao Yang: “………………”

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