TVSFPAG -Chapter 11 Don’t Lie to Me

“C-Cheating?”

Song Yunfei’s eyes widened; she couldn’t quite keep up with his train of thought.

She raised a finger and pointed at the tip of her own nose. “Me?”

“Then how do you explain the changes in you recently?”

“I…”

Song Yunfei looked helpless, almost amused. “I haven’t.”

Chu Jinhan looked at her quietly, as if trying to see right through her.

Under his gaze, Song Yunfei felt her scalp tingle, and her eyes began to dart away unconsciously.

Just as she was thinking about how to explain herself, she suddenly heard him say, “Song Yunfei.”

She looked up and met his serious gaze. “What is it?”

Chu Jinhan said, “If you’ve found a better choice, you can tell me—but don’t lie to me.”

“…” Song Yunfei’s heart skipped a beat. For a moment, she almost thought Chu Jinhan had discovered that she had been deceived.

She forced a smile. “You really hate being lied to, huh?”

“No one likes being lied to.”

“…That’s true.” Song Yunfei laughed awkwardly. “You’re overthinking it. How could I lie to you?”

She raised three fingers in a vow. “Really! If I ever lie to you, I—I…”

After thinking for a while, she finally blurted out a “curse” she could live with: “I’ll be infertile for the rest of my life!”

Chu Jinhan’s eyelid twitched.

Song Yunfei blinked, staring back at him.

She knew very well that Chu Jinhan didn’t like her.

He just hated being deceived even more—and hated even more the idea of being cheated on.

He was already insecure because of his poverty. If he couldn’t even keep someone like her, how much of a failure would that make him look?

That also explained why, over the past half year, he had endured everything without complaint, obediently taking care of the original host.

Because besides feeling indebted, he was also deeply insecure.

Although people say insecurity is a man’s best “dowry,” his insecurity was self-inflicted. The more insecure he became, the more afraid Song Yunfei felt.

If it were ever confirmed that she had cheated on him, Song Yunfei couldn’t even imagine how much chance she would have of surviving in the future.

She grabbed Chu Jinhan’s hand and looked at him seriously. “Don’t overthink it. I just feel like I was too immature before.”

“I used to idle around at home, living off you for everything. These past few days, I went on a hunger strike and almost died, so now I’ve figured things out. I’ve had a wake-up call. I can’t rely on you alone—I need to take responsibility too.”

“We’re both still young. If we work hard together, we’ll have everything in the future—house, car… even an air conditioner is nothing!”

Chu Jinhan paused and turned to look at this woman who was speaking so passionately. “Is that so?”

Under his intense gaze, she guiltily looked away, bracing herself and mumbling, “Mm… of course.”

He stared at her for a long time—unclear whether he believed her or not.

Just as his gaze made her scalp tingle again, Chu Jinhan finally ended the topic. “Eat breakfast first. You’ll be late for work.”

Song Yunfei let out a long sigh of relief, nodding rapidly like a pecking chick, and quickly sat back down to eat.

After breakfast, the two went downstairs.

Chu Jinhan wheeled out his small electric scooter. Even after charging all night, it had only reached 70%.

Looking at the shabby second-hand scooter, Song Yunfei couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for him.

When he gets his salary, we should buy a new one first.

Actually, electric scooters are quite good—at least while everyone else is stuck in traffic or crammed into buses, they can move freely.

Chu Jinhan dropped her off at the entrance of the sales office and handed her bag to her.

Song Yunfei took it with a smile. Remembering something, she suddenly asked, “Are you coming home for dinner tonight, or going out to deliver food?”

Chu Jinhan replied, “I’ll go deliver food first.”

Song Yunfei made an OK gesture. “Got it. Go ahead.”

Chu Jinhan nodded slightly and rode off on his scooter.

Watching his figure fade into the distance, Song Yunfei couldn’t help but sigh inwardly—someone who had once been rich really did carry themselves differently.

“Presence” was a mysterious thing, but with some people, even if they were picking through trash, you could still tell at a glance that they were different.

“Xiao Song, you’re here early?”

A woman stepped out of a BMW parked nearby—it was the same woman who had been sitting in the car yesterday.

Only then did Song Yunfei remember who she was—her colleague!

Song Yunfei nodded. “Morning.”

As the woman took out her ID badge and clipped it on, Song Yunfei caught a glimpse of her name: Li Shan. Everyone called her Shanshan.

Walking inside, Li Shan said, “I just saw your boyfriend drop you off.”

“Yeah. Didn’t your boyfriend drop you off too?”

Li Shan replied, “That’s different. Your boyfriend is handsome—mine…”

She pursed her lips with a hint of disdain, but remembering the man was still behind her, she didn’t finish her sentence.

Song Yunfei thought of Chu Jinhan’s face and nodded in agreement. “Yeah, he is pretty handsome.”

Li Shan twitched her lips—why was this woman taking the compliment so readily?

The two chatted idly as they walked into the store. Three people had already arrived.

They were gathered together gossiping.

If someone wasn’t around, they gossiped about that person. If everyone was present, they gossiped about clients.

Stories like clients buying houses for their mistresses, only for the legal wife to win them back through court.

Or a client bringing his mistress home for a three-person arrangement.

Or a male model marrying a rich woman and inheriting hundreds of millions after her death.

Even Song Yunfei couldn’t help but listen for a while—there was no such thing as “most shocking,” only “more shocking.”

“By the way, have you heard about Xiao Shuang?” someone whispered.

“What happened to Xiao Shuang?”

“I know. Didn’t she have a rich second-generation client last month? Turns out she got slept with for a whole month for nothing—it was a fake rich guy.”

“Damn, she’s still too naive. People still fall for that kind of thing?”

As they were talking, a woman not much older than Song Yunfei walked in through the door.

The moment she arrived, the gossiping group quickly dispersed.

Song Yunfei returned to her workstation and continued reading her materials.

At 9:30 sharp, Zhang Tao came downstairs for the meeting.

It was the same process as yesterday—review first, then chanting slogans.

So embarrassing. I don’t even want to do this job anymore.

After the ordeal ended, Zhang Tao called Xiao Shuang into the office for a private talk.

Everyone made faces at Xiao Shuang’s back, some even showing a bit of schadenfreude.

The workplace atmosphere could only be described as terrible.

Song Yunfei was sure that if she had come in a bit later, she would’ve become the subject of their gossip too.

Taking advantage of the mild sunlight, she picked up a stack of flyers from her desk and went outside to distribute them first.

At crowded spots, most people didn’t even take the flyers. Some took them only to toss them on the ground.

Some held them to fan themselves, others glanced at them briefly.

This was all within Song Yunfei’s expectations—after all, she used to treat flyers the same way.

How the tables have turned.

She squatted by a roadside utility pole, looking at this unfamiliar world, feeling a sense of emptiness inside.

Suddenly, her phone vibrated.

She took it out and saw—it was a message from Chu Jinhan.

More precisely, it was a money transfer: fifty yuan.

Song Yunfei stared at the transfer for quite a while before slowly typing a single question mark.