377. The Plot
Ning Chu stared in shock as the door was gently pushed open, her brain caught in a whirlwind of confusion.
Wait a minute! I just checked the door lock!
Didn’t I lock it…?
She was frozen, a strong sense of crisis creeping up her spine, raising goosebumps all over.
No way! The plot that belonged to her had appeared out of nowhere!
In an instant, countless possibilities flashed through her mind, but she soon despaired, realizing that no matter what, she was bound to face the brunt of it today.
At the moment, Ning Chu was trapped in a random “succubus activation” state; even if she stubbornly resisted and refused Wen Yang’s well-meaning help, she’d trigger a second activation due to the plot disruption. Given her current arousal from tasting the “meat,” it was highly likely she’d be overwhelmed, shaking her backside and cleaning Wen Yang out completely.
Not much of a deal, she figured. Maybe just breaking her “no-no” day. But according to the plot, Zhang Shaoqing would definitely return unexpectedly… and that was a real crisis!
Instinctively, Ning Chu braced herself against the door.
“What’s wrong?” Wen Yang outside paused for a moment.
“I-I’m in the shower! Don’t come in!”
“We’re already like an old married couple… it’s not like I’m walking into the bathroom,” he teased.
Ning Chu bit her lip, glancing down at the light pink pattern in her lower abdomen. Her body had already adjusted completely, and the light pink had transformed into an even more suggestive purplish-pink.
Her fair skin had taken on a subtle rosy hue, complemented by the silver lines of purplish-pink, giving off an irresistible allure that any man would find hard to resist.
No way! It was really heading down the path in the plot! She had to satisfy her physical needs and avoid the disastrous second activation that would drive her sanity over the edge.
If she lost it in broad daylight, the neighbors upstairs, downstairs, and even people on the street outside would definitely hear her!
That was way too terrifying!
A muffled m*an escaped her lips before she could help it, and she quickly covered her mouth.
Wen Yang outside couldn’t help but smirk, “What are you doing in there?”
“Y-you better not lean on the door… I need to lock it.”
That sultry, husky voice made Wen Yang’s heart race.
“Why lock it? As if I’ve never seen before.”
Not only had he seen it, but he had also explored every nook and cranny.
“N-not like that… hey!”
Suddenly, a loud crash came from the bathroom, startling Wen Yang and making him forget Ning Chu’s earlier protests as he kicked the door open.
Steam billowed out with the door, and in the hazy white mist, the Little Succubus was sitting on the floor, her legs splayed out awkwardly, her brows furrowed in apparent pain. The bathroom mop and water basin lay toppled on the ground.
“Are you okay?”
Wen Yang stepped in but recoiled, the hot water scalding him, nervously asking, “Did you hurt anywhere?”
“Mm~”
Hearing the soft m*an, Wen Yang realized Ning Chu hadn’t stopped at all.
Though her position made it difficult for him to see clearly through the steam, it only excited him more.
Meanwhile, Ning Chu lifted her head, bewildered and desperate, staring at the hungry wolf that was Wen Yang.
Oh no!
Other than the location being different, this was exactly like the plot!
D-don’t come over!
Despite her mind protesting vehemently, her body was soft and unyielding. She lightly pushed against Wen Yang’s chest, then blushing furiously, buried her head into his collarbone.
This is bad…
“Wen, Wen Yang…”
Ning Chu endeavored one last attempt at resistance.
“What’s wrong?”
“This is the plot… Shaoqing will definitely come back midway…”
“What plot?” Even though Wen Yang had read Ning Chu’s works before, he couldn’t quite grasp it right away.
He paused for a moment before realizing what she meant: “It’s fine, Shaoqing isn’t some villain!”
At that moment, Ning Chu’s mind blanked out, like an old TV filled with static, buzzing incessantly.
…
“d*mn it! What a ridiculous thing!”
Zhang Shaoqing cursed as he walked out of the restaurant. He kicked an empty can on the ground and nearly lost his balance, almost falling flat on his backside.
“d*mn! Even cans are picking on me… If I have to be a waiter again, I’m a dog!”
Having just started, he was already knocked over by a wayward kid during the meal service, spilling food all over the customer. After getting chewed out by the customer and his boss, he was so furious that he stormed out.
“When did I ever put up with this cr*p!”
Zhang Shaoqing arrived at the roadside, looked up at the not-so-warm winter sun, and sighed. “I’ve run out of money; time to head home… Ning Chu is probably sick of me too…”
As a rich second-generation kid, he had a bit of self-awareness.
He couldn’t handle this bottom-tier, day-to-day work. He had been pampered all his life, never lifting a finger, not even washing a bowl.
Well, he had pretty much spent all the cash he brought out. Might as well go home, admit he was wrong, and continue living the good life as a rich kid.
He avoided gambling or messing with substances, and he wasn’t particularly wild; as long as he played it straight, he wouldn’t ruin his family’s fortune. What could be better than being a wealthy bachelor?
It wasn’t far from the urban village, so Zhang Shaoqing took the No. 11 bus, slowly returning to his rental apartment.
“The problem is with Qian Qian… I haven’t talked to her in days. I wonder if she’s given up on me…”
Zhang Shaoqing realized his taste in partners suited that of a bumbling fool after all; he only liked those who didn’t like him, which was quite a perfect fit.
But that could easily get him killed or drive Ning Chu crazy.
Taking his time up the stairs, he suddenly paused in front of his apartment door, spotting a petite pair of sneakers on the shoe rack.
Ning Chu is here?
He froze, putting the key back in his pocket, and knocked on the door, but there was no response, and no one came to open it.
“d*mn it, while I’m out here being insulted as a waiter, you all seem quite pleased.”
Zhang Shaoqing turned and sat on the nearby stairs, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and smoking with a face full of melancholy.
“Before I leave, I should make sure Ning Chu treats me to a meal…”
Inside the rental apartment’s bathroom.
Hearing the knock, Ning Chu tensed up, while Wen Yang’s face turned pale with pain.
He gently patted Ning Chu’s back, reassuring her, “Relax, it’s fine.”
“It’s not…”
“Shaoqing isn’t stupid,” Wen Yang said wryly. “He’s not a character from a book who goes around causing trouble for girls; by your own admission, he’s just a rich, clueless fool.”
“Fine…”
He had wanted to replicate the plot written by Ning Chu, feeling particularly excited: “Which plot should we play next?”
“Play?! You pervert!”
“……”
Outside, on the stairs, Zhang Shaoqing leaned against the wall, yawning occasionally, surrounded by a pile of cigarette butts.
He glowered at the door like a jilted lover.
“It’s almost three o’clock; I just want to get my stuff… Where can I find a considerate roommate like me? I waited over an hour for my roommate’s happiness!”
