Chapter 7

As soon as he left, my mom sneaked over with a mischievous look.

“Your dad’s boss’s son is so handsome,” my mom sighed, “I wish I could have…”

I looked at my mom, feeling a hint of green light over my dad’s head.

“I mean, I wish I could have a son-in-law like that, don’t get me wrong,” my mom glared at me.

“Oh.” I realized I had misunderstood, but then again, “Sorry, I can’t find you a son-in-law like that.”

“Even if you had the ability, you couldn’t find one,” my mom sighed to the sky, “I heard that Li is about to get engaged.”

“Engaged?” I nearly ground my teeth to dust.

“Yes, with the daughter of another company’s CEO, a powerful alliance,” my mom looked me up and down, shaking her head.

My heart skipped a beat, my mind went blank.

What I did to him last night was unforgivable, wasn’t it? I’m doomed.

“What are you spacing out for?” my mom glanced at me, “I think your dad might get a promotion once their two companies join forces. He’s been waiting for this day for a long time.”

“Oh. That’s good.” I stammered, trying to appease my mom, but inside, I was panicking.

I’m really afraid my dad won’t get that promotion… after all, if Li’s fiancée finds out about what happened between him and me, the engagement would be off…

Later, I was anxious at home for several days, finally couldn’t hold back, and sneaked into my dad’s phone while he was showering.

I found that person’s number, quickly noted it down, and returned to my room.

Holding my phone, I sent a friend request to that number, but it wasn’t accepted for a long time.

I sent another message, “I’m Ella Thompson, please add me.”

By the next day, it still hadn’t been accepted, only a reply with a “?” came through.

Frustrated, I edited another message, “I’m your honey.”

This time, the reply came quickly: “Which one?”

Which one? How many does he have?

Well, sons of wealthy families are always playboys.

“The one from that day at my house…”

“Can’t remember.”

Can’t remember… I really wanted to smash his head.

I forced myself to help him recall, “You slept in my room, I unwrapped you like a gift, you had no clothes, I even bought you clothes downstairs, that one!”

As soon as I sent it, the friend request was instantly accepted.

“Miss Thompson?” he proactively sent two words over, making my blood pressure rise.

Miss Thompson, then Miss Thompson it is.

“Can I discuss something with you?”

“Mm.”

“Can you keep that day a secret? You see, you were drunk, I was drunk, neither of us was clear-headed. We’re both adults, you should forget it, right?”

No response? What does that mean? Seems like he’s not very satisfied.

I had to type again, “Give me your address, I’ll send you the bag you wanted. Oh, I also washed your clothes, I’ll send them together. If you want anything else, you can tell me, I’ll try to satisfy you.”

No response for a long time.

I finally realized this matter was a bit tricky, and sent another message, “I heard you’re getting engaged, actually I’m going on a blind date too, can we just pretend nothing happened?”

This time he finally responded, “Finished talking?”

“Finished talking.” I thought for a moment, the meaning should be clear enough.

“Finished talking, still want me?” he paused, “I’m free tonight.”

I was stunned, goosebumps all over.

At this moment, can I want him? I can’t afford to want him…

All those words I said earlier were in vain?

“Do you understand what I mean?” I asked him.

He suddenly sent a voice message, I picked up the phone and put it to my ear, “Why do you like using the word ‘want’ so much?”

Me: ?

Soon, another voice message came in, “I get it, honey likes it this way.”

Accompanied by his lazy voice, the meaning of this sentence changed, my face immediately turned red, my brain exploded, quickly throwing the phone aside.

Did I really say such embarrassing words? It’s mortifying.

“Can you be serious, I’m discussing serious matters with you.”

He finally replied with a “Okay.”

“Tell me, what do you want to do?” I got smart, throwing the question back to him.

“Up to you.”

“So obedient?”

“Not obedient? Afraid you’ll make me cry again…” Another voice message… he’s still laughing.

When did I…

“Give me your address, let’s delete each other as friends.” I was too lazy to waste words with him.

“…” He sent a string of ellipses.

After waiting for half an hour, I still hadn’t received his address, I sent a “?” to probe, only to see a big red exclamation mark appear.

Goodness, I’ve been deleted!