I Revealed My True Identity After Confessing My Love - Chapter 7

Du Xiran dropped the person off at B University, rolled down the car window, and instructed, “Get some rest early, don’t be late tomorrow.”

Ye Nanning nodded.

“Ask Xu Huan if there’s anything you don’t understand, and if I’m free, you can also come directly to me,” Du Xiran said.

Ye Nanning nodded again.

Du Xiran felt she had said enough, so she started the car. After driving a few dozen meters, she casually glanced at the rearview mirror and saw the young girl still standing there, watching her leave.

She smiled and turned her attention back to the road.

After arriving at her residential area, she grabbed a take-out dinner downstairs.

Carrying the dinner, she returned home, immediately kicked off her shoes, put on slippers, and went to the dining table to eat.

Her phone rang. She tilted her head and yelled, “Help,” but when she saw the caller, it wasn’t a client, but an old friend.

“Mosimosi, my dear, have you had dinner yet? Have you missed your little me?” Zhang Mishuang’s voice on the other end of the phone was overly affected.

“Speak. In. Plain. English.”

“Lend me some money.”

“No.”

“Don’t be like that~~ Ranran, little Ranran, am I not your favorite darling anymore?”

“You’re my favorite despicable one.”

Zhang Mishuang burst into laughter. “I’m serious, it’s an emergency. I’m planning to buy a house, can you lend me some?”

“How much?”

“A hundred thousand.” (100,000)

“No way, give me a 90% discount.”

“That’s harsh. As expected, capitalists are heartless,” Zhang Mishuang said.

“I’m still a long way from being a capitalist,” Du Xiran said while transferring the hundred thousand to her. “You have six months. If you don’t pay it back, bring me your head.”

“No problem! It hasn’t been twenty years of friendship for nothing!” Zhang Mishuang then chatted with her about daily life for a while. “Oh, right, didn’t you say you were taking on an intern? How’s the situation?”

“What situation?”

“Is it a boy or a girl, tall or short, fat or thin, what’s the temper like? Report truthfully, quickly.” Zhang Mishuang asked.

“Female, twenty-one, B University Finance Department. Temper… I haven’t figured it out yet.”

“What? There’s someone you haven’t figured out yet?” Zhang Mishuang was greatly surprised. “The first day I met you, you stripped me down to my underwear.”

“That’s only because your mouth is like a sieve. I just asked you for your name, and you told me the password to your household register and notebook lock,” Du Xiran said exasperatedly.

Zhang Mishuang laughed loudly. “Let’s not talk about those embarrassing things. Keep talking about your intern. How is she? Easy to manage?”

“Quite easy to manage.”

Du Xiran had complained to her about this before. Several colleagues had conflicts with interns previously, and since she had never supervised one, she was quite worried.

“I got lucky. I have an obedient girl, and her professional abilities look decent too. I hope she’s not just putting on a show.” Du Xiran omitted the fact that she was very pretty, otherwise, with Zhang Mishuang’s nature, she would definitely ask a bunch of gossipy questions.

“That’s good then. It’s great if she’s worry-free. Honestly, why are you afraid of an intern? If anything, she should be afraid of you, right?”

At this, Du Xiran smiled. “Don’t mention it, she does seem quite afraid of me.”

“There you go. She’ll only listen to you if she’s afraid.” Zhang Mishuang asked again, “When are you going to come and visit me?”

“Why?”

“My boyfriend has a few buddies, they’re quite handsome, and their jobs are decent. Wanna meet them?”

Du-du…

Du Xiran ruthlessly hung up the phone, took a few quick bites of her meal, and completely lost her appetite.

She was getting tired of the food from the place downstairs, and she didn’t know what to order for delivery. She took a sip of water, and, thinking of something, opened Weibo and found the few food videos she had saved, eating quickly while trying to appease her hunger by watching them.

She stumbled upon this food blogger by accident. At the time, she was starving and didn’t know what takeout to order, then she saw the blogger make a home-style Mapo Tofu, which looked appealing in color, aroma, and taste, and so she ordered a portion of Mapo Tofu.

The main thing was that this food blogger never spoke, unlike other noisy bloggers. They just quietly cooked, and the hands that appeared on camera were quite pleasing to the eye, even having a hypnotic effect.

One time she had insomnia, and she played the video next to her ear. The cooking sounds were like ASMR, very soothing.

Moreover, this blogger wasn’t limited to home-style dishes. Whether it was Chinese, Western, Japanese, Korean, Southeast Asian, or Indian Thai, the blogger seemed to cover almost everything. They had made dishes from three Michelin star restaurants and street side barbecue stalls, indicating a true food connoisseur.

Why wasn’t the blogger famous?

Du Xiran didn’t understand.

Perhaps they hadn’t spent money on marketing, or maybe the blogger was more laid-back, only focusing on cooking, and therefore didn’t care about the superficial aspects.

After closing the few saved videos she liked the most, she went to the blogger’s Weibo page to see if there were any new videos. It turned out that half a month had passed since the last food video, and the latest update was about their relationship status… What was going on?

I really want to be friends with this Jiejie (older sister)!

Du Xiran was confused, just like the fans, grappling with the same question: Is this blogger male or female?

Never mind, as long as the food is good, who cares about the gender.

She couldn’t resist sending a private message:

Unexpectedly, she got a reply shortly after sending the private message, which surprised her.

Grandpa under the Tree:

Dududu: [Okay, looking forward to it]

Ye Nanning spent over an hour replying to every private message. Most of the messages were asking about her gender and relationship gossip; very few were asking about cooking.

She couldn’t help but click on this fan’s Weibo, which was full of various news reposts. She glanced at it a few times and then backed out.

At this moment, her WeChat popped up with a series of new messages. She clicked in and saw that Yan Zhenghao had added her to the intern group.

-Everyone change your notes (nicknames/display names) to make it easier to remember names.

-Did that beautiful girl come too? I think she’s the only one left. What’s her name?

-Ye Nanning, she’s in.

-Welcome, welcome.

-How was your day today? I feel like my body and mind have been ruined.

-My VP is quite nice, but the assistant is a bit fierce. I have to work with her from now on, and the thought of it is a bit scary.

-I saw that the VP who is mentoring Ye Nanning today is so beautiful. Does anyone know who she is?

-I heard people call her General Manager Du (Du Zong).

-I know, her name is Du Xiran.

-Good heavens, the two most beautiful people are paired up. No wonder my male colleagues around me keep looking over there, hahaha.

Ye Nanning didn’t know how to join the conversation and wasn’t very keen on discussing gossip about herself and Du Xiran. Just as she set the group chat to mute notifications, she found herself added to another group.

【Princess Du and the Seven Dwarfs】

This group name??

Ye Nanning clicked on the group members. Except for Xu Huan, who added her on WeChat in the afternoon, she didn’t know anyone else, but she could almost certainly tell this was the team’s work group.

-Welcome Little Ye to our fairytale group!

-Change the group name, it’s the Eight Dwarfs now.

-I’ve always wanted to ask, who changed this group name?

-Princess Du herself.

-Okay, that’s a great change!

Ye Nanning smiled, holding her phone. Du Xiran had such a funny side?

-Newcomer, come and share a photo!

Ye Nanning couldn’t help but respond: Haven’t you all seen me today?

There was a minute-long silence in the group. Ye Nanning then realized she had seemingly killed the mood again.

She immediately added an explanation: I don’t have many photos.

Oh well, it still sounded like a refusal, and the atmosphere grew even colder.

She hesitated for a few seconds, cropped an image from her album to prove that it truly was all food pictures and not a single selfie, and then returned to the group, finding that Xu Huan had already started a new topic.

-Where is Princess Du? Come out and give us red envelopes! (A digital cash gift)

-We’ve all finished work, why isn’t the Princess coming out to see us?

-Didn’t she say she was going to the gym tonight? She should be at the gym, right?

-Speaking of the gym, it’s been a long time since I went. This overtime is making me want to die.

The following topic revolved around fitness. Ye Nanning didn’t watch anymore but clicked on the member list, and she didn’t need to look hard to find Du Xiran.

Because the WeChat name was her full name: Du Xiran.

She clicked on the profile picture, which was a casually taken landscape photo.

Should I add her as a friend? Should I add her as a friend?

Cautiously, she sent the friend request, then nervously and expectantly stared at her phone.

Five minutes passed.

Ten minutes passed.

Still no news.

After finishing her washing up, she lay in bed, took a final look at WeChat, and still no message.

Oh no, would General Manager Du think she was too clingy? Who sends a friend request on WeChat on the first day of meeting someone?

She fell asleep with a feeling of apprehension, having several nightmares in the process. She kept dreaming that General Manager Du was expelling her from the company, which scared her into sitting up. She looked at the sky it was almost dawn.

Since she couldn’t sleep anyway, she might as well get up and make breakfast.

Today’s breakfast was toasted bread slices and a croissant, along with a glass of milk.

When she opened the fridge, she saw a carton of eggs. She thought of something, went downstairs to the supermarket to buy a bag of bread, and then rushed back to make breakfast.

Ding-dong…

Her phone rang. She picked it up, and in her excitement, she spilled the milk she was holding: “Ahhh!”

General Manager Du accepted her friend request!

She held her phone, contemplating an opening line.

Hello?

No, too distant.

Are you awake?

Too intimate.

Do you have a partner?

What the heck!

Ye Nanning self-deprecatingly rubbed her head. The toaster automatically popped up. She had no choice but to continue with her tasks, took a taxi with her breakfast to the company, feeling utterly drained, and occasionally someone would turn around to look at her.

Just as she entered the elevator, someone rushed over from outside: “Wait.”

A moment later, Du Xiran squeezed in too and immediately spotted Ye Nanning: “Morning… What’s wrong with your hair?”

Ye Nanning turned her head to look and was almost startled by the wild-haired woman in the mirror. She quickly bowed her head to comb her hair, and the low laughter of others echoed in the elevator.

Ye Nanning: “…”

Is there a button to restart the day?

Upon reaching the office, Ye Nanning hurried back to her seat, and other colleagues also arrived one after another.

Xu Huan pulled out a box of milk: “I was stuck in traffic this morning and didn’t even have time to eat breakfast. It’s so annoying.”

As soon as she finished speaking, a croissant and a slice of toast appeared in front of her. She looked up at Ye Nanning in surprise: “Is this for me?”

Ye Nanning nodded and then distributed the remaining portions to her team colleagues, receiving a chorus of thanks.

Only then did she take the last portion of breakfast and walk toward Du Xiran’s office.

“Morning, is something the matter?”

Du Xiran turned on her computer and casually tidyed her desk. Suddenly, a breakfast appeared on the desk. She looked up in confusion: “For me?”

Ye Nanning: “Eat quickly.”

Du Xiran was stunned, feeling as if she was being ordered to eat breakfast. She slowly picked it up: “Thanks, how much is it? I’ll transfer the money to you.”

“No need.” Ye Nanning’s expression was tight. “Eat quickly.”

Du Xiran had a sense of being stared at by a class teacher. Ye Nanning watched her intently as she opened the bag, and a hard boiled egg rolled out.

Ye Nanning quickly grabbed it, rolled it on the desk a couple of times to crush the shell, handed it to her, and instructed: “The egg, you have to finish that too.”

“Oh… okay, Class Monitor Ye.” Du Xiran said obediently and politely.

Ye Nanning: “…”