Chapter 77: That handsome guy looks a bit familiar.

Dragging He Huanhuan out of the apartment complex, Qi Meili gave her a sharp flick on the forehead, clearly annoyed:

"How many times have I told you? Romance is just the seasoning in life. You can dip your toes in, but don't get too invested. And what happens if you do?"

He Huanhuan obediently chimed in: "You get hurt by men. You get your heart broken."

"Exactly!"

Qi Meili, like a patient kindergarten teacher, stared at her and asked again: "So what do we do about it?"

He Huanhuan blinked. "I don't know."

"Cure your lovesick brain!"

And how do you cure a lovesick brain? You hit the streets.

You just walk. You walk for three or four hours straight, until your legs ache and your feet throb, and the moment your head hits the pillow, you're out cold.

No time or energy left for lovesickness.

So, naturally, Qi Meili dragged He Huanhuan on a relentless power walk through the streets.

From the blazing afternoon sun all the way to dusk.

Until He Huanhuan was waving her hands in surrender: "Okay, seriously, that's enough. I swear I'm not lovesick anymore. I swear."

She couldn't take another single step.

If Han Mo dropped dead right in front of her at this point, all she'd offer him was a "good dog doesn't block the road, kindly go die on the curb."

Qi Meili raised a hand and made an OK sign.

Not because she was being cold—she was too exhausted to speak.

She pulled out her phone to book a ride-share home.

The moment she entered their destination, she nearly choked. The two of them had walked the equivalent of sixty bucks' worth of distance that afternoon.

No wonder they were dead on their feet!

She tapped the screen, hesitating. She couldn't quite bring herself to spend the money.

But walking back? Absolutely not. She had no strength left for that.

Just as she was wavering, her eye caught a striking figure across the street.

A face of intense beauty. Sharp brows, piercing eyes—an absolute heartthrob.

Qi Meili's spirits instantly soared: "Huanhuan! Wait right there! I'll find you a ride!"

She vanished in a flash, so fast He Huanhuan couldn't even react: "Where are you going? Are you coming back?"

Across the road, a cold, gleaming black SUV sat parked.

The window was half open. A man pulled out a cigarette and put it between his lips. The lighter flickered to life with a cool blue flame, which he brought up to light the cigarette.

The moment it was lit, a slender white hand suddenly reached through the window and snatched the cigarette right out of his mouth.

His brow instantly furrowed.

"Hey, handsome. Got a partner? If not, want to date me for a couple days?"

His gaze shifted to the window in disbelief, and there it was—that red hair he'd seen just last night.

And beneath the red hair, that flippant smile.

Liang Zheng looked at Qi Meili. "What did you just say to me?"

Qi Meili beamed radiantly: "Handsome, where are you headed? Mind giving me a lift?"

"You don't recognize me?"

Liang Zheng could hardly believe it. She'd touched his lower back just last night, and now here she was, acting like she'd never seen him before.

Qi Meili held the cigarette between her fingers, brought it to her lips, and took a deep drag. White smoke swirled between them, blurring his vision.

A second later, the cigarette was shoved back into his mouth.

Carrying a faint, barely perceptible trace of moisture.

"Of course I recognize you—you're my future husband, aren't you?"

Qi Meili's voice dripped with carefree flippancy: "Hubby, how about we add each other?"

"Ha."

Liang Zheng nearly laughed out loud. He'd never thought he'd see the day someone forgot him the moment they turned around.

He put the cigarette to his lips and took a drag: "I'm Liang Ye—"

"Holy crap! In one day, Liang Ye, you got this handsome?"

Liang Zheng burst out laughing. "Haha... You already said that yesterday, Miss Qi."

Qi Meili's eyes flew wide: "Yesterday? You're Liang Zheng???"

"Meili, did you book the ride yet?"

He Huanhuan's voice suddenly came from behind. Qi Meili spun around: "Um! Bye, bro!"

She grabbed He Huanhuan and bolted. He Huanhuan had no idea what was going on, but the two of them had years of tacit understanding—she didn't ask questions, she just ran.

But no matter how fast two legs can go, can they outrun four wheels?

The SUV shot forward and cut in front of them. Liang Zheng's gaze locked onto Qi Meili. "Weren't you going to add me? Why are you leaving?"

Qi Meili gave an awkward laugh: "Ah, my husband doesn't let me fool around these days. Maybe some other time."

...

Liang Zheng's smile only grew. "Not taking that ride anymore?"

Qi Meili's smile turned even more strained: "I'll pass. My husband's still waiting for me at home. Next time he's not around, I'll take you up on that ride."

Liang Zheng nodded with a smile. "Fine."

But the car didn't move.

He Huanhuan leaned in and whispered to Qi Meili: "Meili, what's going on?"

Qi Meili gritted her teeth: "That's Liang Ye's older brother."

Damn!

They had to run!

But whether they ran fast, or ran faster, or just gave up and trudged along—

The gleaming black SUV followed every step of the way without fail.

The man inside didn't say a word to them, just tailed them with an oppressive silence.

It went on until Qi Meili's temper finally flared. She charged up to the car: "Why the hell are you following us? Are you some kind of creep?"

Liang Zheng glanced at her. "I'm curious what your husband looks like. Is it a crime to follow and see?"

Qi Meili spouted nonsense without missing a beat: "My husband has social anxiety. Don't you dare scare him!"

"Funny. I'm very outgoing. I specialize in curing social anxiety."

...

He was dressed in a black suit, sitting in that big off-road vehicle. With his intense features, he looked like a mob boss.

He's outgoing?

Who would believe that?!

Qi Meili shot him a dirty look, then grabbed He Huanhuan and plopped herself into his car.

"Drive!"

If he wanted to give them a ride so badly, fine. Let him.

A smile flickered instantly in Liang Zheng's eyes: "Not going to pick up your husband too?"

"Shut up and drive."

"Okay."

The car sped off toward the apartment complex. He Huanhuan shrank into the back seat, trying to make herself as small as possible.

But her luck didn't hold. Liang Zheng glanced at the rearview mirror and asked with a smile:

"I remember Xiao Ye mentioning that Huanhuan was a very lively girl. Why so quiet today?"

...

He Huanhuan was stunned: "You know me?"

She'd never met Liang Zheng before, and she'd been secretly hoping she'd go unnoticed if she stayed quiet.

Liang Zheng pointed at her hair. "Very distinctive."

Then his gaze slid to Qi Meili's red hair. "Also very distinctive."

He Huanhuan was speechless. So this was how she got caught.

All that suffering over the past few days was for nothing!

Unbelievable!

She pouted: "Bro, can you not tell anyone about this?"

Liang Zheng shook his head: "Too late. Your brother-in-law already found out last night."

"What?"

Both of them were shocked: "Last night?"

Hadn't they hidden themselves last night? How did he know?

Liang Zheng gave Qi Meili a helpless smile: "You didn't close your shoe cabinet door properly."

And besides—Liang Ye was petty. He'd bought the cheapest glass door for the bathroom.

He Huanhuan and Han Mo's figures were reflected crystal clear through it.

As long as he wasn't blind, he'd see them at a glance.

Huh?

He Huanhuan almost fainted: "Meili, how did you not see that?"

Qi Meili said matter-of-factly: "He was so good-looking, I was staring at him the whole time. When would I have had a chance to look at the door?"

Who's the real lovesick one here?

She'd like to know!