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Though I said that, how could I sit still? She had explicitly said she wanted to deal with me. Do you expect me to just wait around? That would make me like a fish on the chopping block. "Don't bother me; go somewhere cool," I told Old Zhao, who was trying to kick me out.
I rushed back to the living room and saw Wang Ju'en looking around, unsure whether to sit or stand. It was my home, yet it felt awkward. Wang Ju'en seemed fascinated by the calligraphy and paintings displayed in the house.
Before long, Old Zhao finished his cigarette and came out from the backyard. He spotted Wang Ju'en immediately, and she noticed Zhao Changsheng at the same time. She quickly stood up. "Zhao Uncle, long time no see!"
"Hahaha, long time no see! I didn't expect you to grow so beautiful! How was it abroad?"
Listening to their conversation made my embarrassment flare up. Oh heavens, please send anyone—anyone at all—to rescue me!
Ding-dong!
Just as I made my silent prayer, the doorbell rang. I dashed over in a flash.
Thank you, God.
When I opened the door, I found Ouyang Zhirou and Lin Mu Xi at the entrance, bickering and exchanging insults. I didn’t have time to figure out what they were arguing about or where their parents were; I grabbed their hands and hurriedly pulled them upstairs.
"Hey, Zhao Lun, what are you doing?"
"Ow! My shoe! Slow down; it's going to fall off!"
Before long, we reached my room. I was panting heavily while both girls looked confused, not knowing what had just happened.
"Wang Ju'en is here," I announced.
Ouyang Zhirou didn’t know much about the situation and was puzzled by my frantic behavior. In contrast, Lin Mu Xi jumped up in surprise. "What did you say?! Wang Ju'en is here?!"
"Hey, why are you two so nervous? Who is she? You're Zhao Changsheng's son; why would you be afraid of a Wang Ju'en?"
I almost forgot that Ouyang Zhirou was completely unaware of this matter. So, I explained everything to her.
After hearing my words, Ouyang Zhirou puffed up like an angry kitten and declared she was going to charge out the door. "How dare she bully someone on my turf! This is outrageous! I'll teach her a lesson myself!"
Seeing this, I quickly stopped her. "Ouyang Zhirou, calm down! My dad said she's here with him; they have something to discuss with your dad too. Let’s just wait and see."
Upon hearing my explanation, she immediately calmed down. Since Zhao Lun's father and her own father needed to talk to her, it seemed there was no need for her to get involved directly. However, she wouldn’t let this grudge go unpunished; if she didn’t retaliate, she wouldn’t be Ouyang Zhirou.
At this point, Lin Mu Xi didn’t have much more to say either. After all, with Zhao Lun backing her up, there was no reason for her to be afraid of Wang Ju'en. It wasn’t like she had betrayed anyone; in the business world filled with deceit and trickery, one more betrayal didn’t matter much.
It was only then that I noticed the outfits of the two women. Ouyang Zhirou, perhaps sensing my gaze, wore a stunning purple evening gown that was not a qipao but a high-slit dress that showcased her most prized legs. Her hair was styled in a high ponytail, playful and cute, yet sexy without losing elegance.
Lin Mu Xi had spent half the day at home selecting an outfit she was somewhat satisfied with. She wore a simple black lace tank top over a black inner layer, both of which left her navel exposed. On the bottom, she opted for a pair of ultra-short shorts. It seemed simple, but there was a lot of thought behind it.
Both had their own striking features.
"Have you seen enough? Do you want to touch?" Ouyang Zhirou teased as she caught me staring at her legs, almost drooling.
"Hehe, I do want to," I admitted.
With that, Ouyang Zhirou exposed her leg for me to touch. I acknowledged my own flaws, but then again, even gentlemen have their moments of desire—especially me.
Just as I was about to reach out, Lin Mu Xi slapped my hand away. "If you dare touch her, I'll chop off your hand!"
"Hey! What are you doing, vixen? This is my own leg! I allowed him to touch it; what's wrong with that?"
"You're not allowed!" Lin Mu Xi shot back defiantly.
A flicker of disappointment crossed Lin Mu Xi's eyes. She felt that her carefully chosen outfit was just as good as Ouyang Zhirou's. When she saw me fixated on Ouyang Zhirou's legs, she realized that perhaps I had a preference for legs. Should she consider getting a pair of black stockings? After all, it seemed like guys liked black stockings. With this thought, her eyes sparkled again.
Ouyang Zhirou, noticing my reaction, mistakenly believed she had outdone Lin Mu Xi. So Zhao Lun likes legs? Then I should get a pair of black stockings too next time.
What I didn't understand was how these two girls had suddenly linked their thoughts to black stockings.
After a brief moment of silence, the two ladies began bickering again.
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