TVSFPAG -Chapter 13 My Boyfriend Is Obviously the Best!

In such an awkward atmosphere, Song Yunfei stared at the contents of the book, not daring to lift her head.

She subconsciously held her breath, wishing she could disappear on the spot—cursing herself for not going to sleep earlier!

Chu Jinhan looked at her lowered head, her loose hair, the faintly visible neckline. His thin lips pressed together, and the fingers holding the book tightened slightly.

Meanwhile, the sounds from next door grew louder and louder.

From above her head came the man’s slightly hoarse voice: “Just passing the time.”

Song Yunfei froze for a moment, then looked up blankly, meeting his deep gaze.

It took her a few seconds to realize he was answering her earlier question.

She let out an awkward “Oh,” her eyes darting away, and quickly picked up the conversation to ease the tension. “So… what’s the book about? Some kind of success ‘chicken soup’?”

“Not really. It’s about someone who seized opportunities during several industry shifts.”

“Then he must be pretty impressive.”

“Stand in the right wind, and even pigs can fly,” Chu Jinhan said calmly, with a faint hint of disdain.

But as if remembering that he was just a lowly delivery worker now, he added, “Though he does have some ability.”

“Compared to you, he’s definitely far behind.”

“You trust me that much?”

“Of course. You’re…” Song Yunfei almost let something slip. She coughed, quickly turning her words, “You’re my boyfriend—of course you’re the best!”

He lowered his gaze, looking at her with an unreadable expression as she spoke so seriously.

“You never used to praise me like this.”

Song Yunfei shut her eyes in regret—she shouldn’t have started this conversation.

The original host had constantly used PUA tactics on him—who knows where she learned them.

For example:

“You’re almost thirty and still this poor. Besides me, what woman would even want you? I’m the only one who doesn’t mind.”

“What’s the use of studying abroad? So many master’s and PhD graduates can’t find jobs and end up delivering food. Don’t aim too high—having a job is already good enough.”

“My classmates all married into wealthy families. They just need to look pretty, shop, and play cards every day—never work.”

“Stop looking at those useless stocks. You’re just not destined to make money. If you lose it all, we’ll end up on the streets. With your income, you still want to trade stocks? Don’t be so naive.”

“Men who treat their wives well prosper; those who mistreat them never get rich. So you have to treat me well if you want to make money.”

There were countless remarks like these.

Relying on the fact that Chu Jinhan had lost his memory and knew no one else, she had tried to belittle him and create anxiety, hoping to make him dependent on her—and eventually fall in love with her.

Unfortunately, she picked the wrong person.

It might have worked a little at first, but over time, Chu Jinhan became immune to it.

Deep down, he was never that fragile.

Song Yunfei sighed—she couldn’t keep thinking about it.

Every time she thought about what the original host had done, she felt like her own death wasn’t far off.

Forcing a smile, she said, “I… I’ve turned over a new leaf now.”

Chu Jinhan looked at her deeply, his gaze complex and hard to read.

He didn’t press further. Instead, he closed the book, placed it on the bedside table, and said lightly, “Go to sleep.”

He reached out and turned off the lamp, and the room was instantly swallowed by darkness.

There was a rustling sound beside her—Chu Jinhan had lain down.

Song Yunfei lay back as well, staring at the dark ceiling, feeling too uneasy to fall asleep.

The fan kept spinning, blowing waves of warm air.

The noises from next door continued. Perhaps affected by it, her senses became unusually heightened.

Even the scent of body wash from both of them seemed to carry a hint of ambiguity.

Suddenly, Chu Jinhan’s voice came again from the darkness, “Did you throw that thing away?”

Song Yunfei’s heart skipped a beat.

She forced herself to stay calm. “What thing?”

“…The condom.”

“…”

“I didn’t. I didn’t see anything. You have something like that too? Where did you put it?”

“It’s fine.”

He seemed to turn over and then fell completely silent.

Song Yunfei felt uneasy. Why was he suddenly asking about this?

Could it be that he heard something from next door and got curious too?

That shouldn’t be the case—he was probably testing her again.

She had been acting unusual these past two days, and Chu Jinhan suspected her of cheating.

If she said she had thrown it away, it would only further confirm the suspicion.

What a cunning man!

He would rather suspect her of cheating than believe she had become a different person!

Over the next two days, Song Yunfei became even busier. Every day she made phone calls, handed out flyers, and memorized materials.

For some potential clients, she had to take detailed notes.

She also added several contacts and would occasionally message them to maintain the relationship.

Chu Jinhan returned to his routine of delivering takeout until midnight. By the time he got back, Song Yunfei was usually already asleep.

At that time, he could go sleep on the sofa without having to force himself.

On Saturday, after finishing breakfast, Song Yunfei called Mr. Zhao.

The other party actually agreed to go see the property with her.

Song Yunfei was overjoyed. She said into the phone, “Alright, Mr. Zhao, I’ll come pick you up shortly.”

After hanging up, she turned and saw Chu Jinhan sitting on the sofa, staring at her.

She said to him, “Can I borrow your electric bike this morning? You can go deliver takeout in the afternoon.”

Chu Jinhan nodded. “Okay.”

But then, as if remembering something, he spoke again, “I’ll go with you.”

“You’re coming with me?”

“Mm. To save power.”

His habit of speaking in very few words often made Song Yunfei unable to understand what he meant.

She usually had to think about it for a while.

What he probably meant was that he would directly ride the bike to deliver takeout in the afternoon, saving battery.

Song Yunfei didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “You really are very thrifty.”

Chu Jinhan didn’t explain further. He picked up the keys from the table. “Let’s go.”

“Alright.”

The two went downstairs together, and Song Yunfei sat on the back seat of the electric bike.

Chu Jinhan rode toward Mr. Zhao’s residence.

Although the morning sun wasn’t strong, it was still hot, and not long after they left, both of them were sweating.

When they passed a bumpy stretch of road, the jolting nearly threw Song Yunfei off several times.

She had no choice but to hug the man in front by the waist. “Slow down! My organs are about to be shaken out.”

Feeling the softness from behind, Chu Jinhan tightened his grip on the handlebars and said in a low voice, “I’m already going slow.”

“Alright.” Song Yunfei also felt the speed wasn’t fast—it was just the road that was too rough.

“Do you think I can succeed?”

“Yes.”

“You’re being way too perfunctory.”

“No.”

“…Get lost!” Song Yunfei pinched his waist in anger.

The muscles around Chu Jinhan’s waist instantly tensed, and the electric bike began to sway uncontrollably. They nearly crashed into a nearby barbershop.

Fortunately, Chu Jinhan regained control and steadied the bike.

He said in a low, calm voice, “Stop messing around.”