Chapter 077: She Wanted to Hear Ye Zhen's Answer
Ye Fuli halted before the two middle-aged people wailing uncontrollably.
When Chu Yong and Ye Juan lifted their heads and saw her, their sobbing instantly ceased. They scrambled back inside, frantically trying to shut the door.
The demon is home!
No, run!
But Ye Fuli grabbed the doorframe. No matter how hard they pulled, they couldn't shut it.
Ye Juan burst into a wail of genuine sorrow: "My dear daughter, don't… don't do this!"
Chu Yong trembled uncontrollably, unable to meet her gaze.
She gently set down the wine in her hand.
Then she pried the door open wider and stepped inside.
"Dad, Mom, what are you doing?"
Ye Fuli closed the door and drew the curtains.
She walked over to the stove and picked up the red-hot tongs.
Holding the tongs aloft, she smiled mischievously at the two scoundrels.
"Now, tell me nicely, my dear Father, my dear Mother, what exactly were you two up to just now?"
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Half an hour later.
Ye Fuli stepped out of the house feeling thoroughly satisfied. Standing in the hallway, she called out loudly to her adoptive parents: "Go to bed early, okay? No card games, no drinking, and no arguing~"
After finishing her instructions, she closed the door.
As the light faded, her smile vanished too.
Picking up the fruit wine left by the door once more, she headed off to visit Ye Zhen.
"Hey, K1, you're pretty filial to your parents, huh?"
He Ying, who had been waiting at the intersection without notice, greeted Ye Fuli.
She waved a stack of tickets in her hand.
"Here you go—tickets to Jacqueline's jewelry exhibition and the underground boxing match. Five in total. Cost me a pretty penny."
Ye Fuli held up two fingers to pinch the stack of tickets. "When did you get here?"
"Not long ago. I saw Ye Zhen and her dad. By the way, didn't you run into them?"
Ye Fuli snorted. "Mind your own business."
He Ying quickly spotted the fruit wine in her hand.
The red glass bottle piqued He Ying's curiosity.
He Ying reached out her hand. "Hey, I spent millions on tickets. Isn't it fair to have a sip of your wine?"
Ye Fuli glared at her. "Drink and drive is illegal."
"Holy crap! Since when did you become such a stickler for the law?"
Hearing Ye Fuli say "it's illegal" still surprised He Ying. The trouble they'd gotten into together was enough to land them several years in prison. Why was she suddenly so particular about the rules now?
Ye Fuli ignored her and walked straight to her own ride.
A quiet little electric scooter.
Seeing her ride transform from a sleek motorcycle to this cheap little scooter worth a thousand or two, He Ying couldn't help but hold her forehead. "Are you trying to experience life? K1, you're not exactly short on cash, are you?"
Ye Fuli glanced at her, then solemnly put on her helmet.
A pink helmet with rabbit ears.
Super girly!
He Ying's breath caught: "You… is this really your style?"
She now suspected Ye Fuli was in love, but had no proof.
Still, ever since she'd met Ye Fuli, she knew the girl wasn't cute at all—she was downright twisted.
Now this weirdo was going girly? How terrifying.
Ye Fuli tapped her helmet.
"This? It came free with the bike purchase."
"Take it off and give it to me! I love this thing!"
"He Ying, if you don't move out of the way, I'm going to drive right over your foot."
"…You!"
He Ying could only watch helplessly as Ye Fuli drove away, growing farther and farther off.
She stamped her foot.
Refusing to give up, she decisively got into her Ferrari, determined to chase after Ye Fuli's little electric scooter and see where she was headed.
However, Ye Fuli's driving skills far exceeded her expectations. She kept taking her down side roads, and after a few intersections, He Ying successfully lost track of her.
"Ah, that crazy woman…"
He Ying was utterly frustrated.
"A date! She must be going on a date!"
…
Early morning, past 1:00 a.m.
Ye Fuli's electric scooter came to a smooth stop in a corner outside the Ye family villa.
Just as she was about to climb over the wall, she suddenly spotted a car nearby with a license plate that looked familiar.
Seconds later, the car's lights went out, the door opened, and a melancholy-looking guy stepped out.
Ye Fuli narrowed her eyes at him.
"Huang Li, what are you doing here?"
Huang Li hadn't expected to encounter anyone at this hour and nearly screamed in fright. When he recognized Ye Fuli, he pressed a hand to his chest, struggling to steady his nerves.
"Whoa! Don't yell, senior. I… I came here for something important."
"What do you want?"
Ye Fuli eyed him up and down, as if scrutinizing a pig poised to steal cabbages.
Huang Li gave a bitter smile. "I heard Senior Ye Zhen hasn't been feeling well and hasn't eaten in days, so I brought her some snacks."
He had originally planned to climb the wall himself to deliver the snacks, but the moment he saw Ye Fuli, he changed his mind.
A gentleman doesn't climb over a beautiful girl's wall!
Now, with Senior Ye Fuli here, he could save himself the trouble and successfully preserve his dignity.
"Senior Ye Fuli, could you deliver these for me? I mean no harm—I just hope she'll eat something and not ruin her health because of… our friendship!"
Huang Li spoke with genuine sincerity.
Ye Fuli couldn't help but press her hand to her forehead. "Get lost already. Stop loitering around here. If I catch you climbing over the Ye family's wall, I'll kill you."
"Uh, what about the snacks…?"
Huang Li hastily opened the trunk, and a mountain of puffed snacks spilled out with a clatter.
Wasabi-flavored chips, pickle-flavored chips, crayfish-flavored chips…
Great. Basically none of them were Ye Zhen's favorites.
Where on earth did he find all these weird snacks?
Looking into his sincere eyes, Ye Fuli found it hard to believe he'd done it on purpose.
So she stepped forward, picked up a relatively normal-looking bag of plain potato chips, and said, "I'll take these for her. You can get lost now."
"Got it."
Huang Li happily gathered the chips from the ground, stuffed them back into the trunk, and drove off.
Ye Fuli turned her head toward Ye Zhen's room.
Let's have a drink together.
Ye Zhen rarely asked her for anything. Even if her occasional requests weren't entirely reasonable, it was worth granting them.
Ye Fuli thought this as she clutched the bag in her hand, feeling a bit uneasy.
A sudden thought struck her.
She wanted to get Ye Zhen drunk and ask her one honest question.
No, actually…
She only wanted to ask Ye Zhen one question.
"Ye Zhen, do you think there's a chance we could become friends?"
This was a question Ye Fuli would never have dared to ask while sober.
But after overhearing Ye Zhen's conversation with her father today, Ye Fuli suddenly became intensely curious about her answer.
Today might be her chance.
She wanted to hear Ye Zhen's answer.