下面是 第39章"偷偷调查" 的英文版,按
Chapter 39 · A Secret Investigation
Mo Tingyan glanced at her, one brow lifting.
"Oh? What—did he slip up while flirting with you?"
Wen Zhi had long built immunity to his shamelessness. She ignored his tone completely.
"It's just… the way he talks in my stream doesn't feel like a stranger. More like someone who's known me for a long time.
You think he could be someone from the airline?"
She paused—then immediately shook her head.
"No. People from the airline don't have that much money."
Mo Tingyan snorted.
"Says who? Isn't Huo Ze loaded?"
Wen Zhi shot him a sharp sideways glare.
"I've only met President Huo twice. He doesn't even know I stream. What gifts would he be sending me?"
Mo Tingyan leaned back, voice suddenly serious in a dramatic way:
"Who knows? Maybe he's secretly obsessed with your beauty and investigated you behind your back."
"…I'm not talking to you."
Wen Zhi turned around and walked straight to the bedroom.
Naturally, Mo Tingyan shamelessly followed—claiming his body still "hadn't fully recovered" and that she needed to take care of him.
Wen Zhi originally wanted to kick him out…
but after last night's thunderstorm, she didn't actually want to sleep alone.
So she let him stay.
They slept amazingly.
When Wen Zhi woke the next morning, she was—as usual—being held from behind, locked securely in Mo Tingyan's arms.
He was still asleep, breathing evenly.
Not wanting to wake him, she grabbed her phone to scroll through her short-video app.
And then—
"Oh my god!"
Mo Tingyan's lazy morning voice floated up behind her.
"What is it…"
Wen Zhi turned, eyes sparkling with disbelief and excitement.
"Tingyan, look! My account is trending! I gained over fifty thousand followers overnight!"
He opened his eyes a little, reached for her phone, and saw the cause—
a screen recording of last night's "gift war" between him and Mo Tingjue going viral.
He chuckled and pinched her cheek.
"Someone's happy."
"Of course I am!" Wen Zhi snatched her phone back.
"I work so hard recording voice clips but my views kept dropping. And now—poof—I go viral because of… that.
I guess I've been using the wrong strategy."
Though opportunities like last night wouldn't come often…
She needed to figure out how to make her side business successful.
They were young—
young and buried under millions of debt.
A good side income could ease their lives. Maybe… even improve their quality of life one day.
But Mo Tingyan had completely different priorities.
He pulled her closer and murmured against her ear,
"Pearl… if those two knew you already belong to me, they'd die of jealousy.
Why don't you use their money to spoil and take care of me, hm?"
He flipped his hand over dramatically, showing the back of it.
"Look at my poor delicate hands. Washing dishes every night is ruining my skin.
Shouldn't we buy a dishwasher?"
…Was he… whining?
Wen Zhi slipped out of his arms and sat up, shuddering.
"Where did you learn that green-tea act? From which ex? Don't use it on me—I'm getting goosebumps."
Mo Tingyan wrapped his arms around her from behind again, lowering his voice, warm breath grazing her ear.
"So… are you buying it or not?
If not, I'll keep being clingy."
Wen Zhi pressed a palm to his forehead and shoved him off as she got out of bed.
"Not buying."
Mo Tingyan: "…"
So how was a man supposed to earn himself a dishwasher around here?
Later that day
On their way to the airport, the car was quiet as always.
While waiting at a red light, Mo Tingyan read the slogan on a newly placed bus-stop advertisement.
Wen Zhi's mind suddenly froze—and she turned her head to stare at him.
Mo Tingyan felt her gaze burn into his cheek.
He looked at her, smug.
"What? My beauty finally overwhelmed you?"
She cut straight to the point.
"Tingyan… do you want to film short videos with me?"
He blinked.
"…Huh?"
"There are lots of short videos that are reenacted from good novel scenes. I never had a partner before, so I always recorded alone.
Anyway, you're idle… so help me. You don't have to show your face."
Mo Tingyan leaned closer, eyes gleaming with mischief.
"If I behave well and let you boss me around… will you buy the dishwasher?"
"No."
"…Tch."
Wen Zhi expected him to refuse.
Expected him to say, "No dishwasher, no acting."
But unexpectedly—after sighing dramatically—he replied,
"Fine. I guess I'm useless anyway. I'll film with you."
Wen Zhi: "…"
She couldn't help smiling at him.
Mo Tingyan raised a brow, admiring the curve of her lips.
"My Pearl looks beautiful when she smiles.
From now on, smile more.
—But only in front of me."
Wen Zhi blinked.
…Smile?
What smile?
This man was definitely mentally unstable.
She pushed the thought away and focused back on her growing account.
During the return flight
A small incident happened.
Wen Zhi bumped into a college classmate she never got along with—Fu Xiaowei.
Sitting in business class, Xiaowei looked down at her with undisguised disdain.
"Wow, Wen Zhi, what a coincidence. It's been over a year since graduation—
and you're still doing this serving job? Must be exhausting.
Look at me—I found a reliable rich boyfriend. Life's easy."
She giggled behind her hand like a fake white lotus.
"Oh, why am I telling you this? Not everyone gets to meet rich men.
Anyway—you don't check the group chat, so you probably don't know.
There's a class reunion the day after tomorrow. You should come."
"No thanks. I don't like crowds."
"Or maybe… you're just scared to show your face?"
Fu Xiaowei's smile sharpened.
"Actually, you should be. Doing so poorly… I'd be too ashamed to live."
Wen Zhi raised an eyebrow.
She wasn't someone who liked causing trouble—
but she absolutely never let others walk over her.
She cut in with a soft laugh.
"You've said so much. If I don't show up, it really would look like I'm too embarrassed to live.
So sure—I'll be there. On time."
What she didn't say was—
She'd make sure Fu Xiaowei regretted inviting her.