After the divorce, a wealthy lady confessed her feelings and pursued me
Chapter 798 - 397: Ye Xiaowei’s Best Friend

Chapter 798: Chapter 397: Ye Xiaowei’s Best Friend

On the other side.

Zhou Meiling paced back and forth anxiously like an ant on a hot pan, mumbling nonstop: "What should I do? How can this be happening?"

"This is really bad, I’ve gone too far this time!"

She had bragged in the group chat before, claiming she was dating a wealthy second-generation guy, stating she had snagged a boyfriend who was both handsome and rich.

As a result, she drew envy from her relatives.

Worry overwhelmed her heart; it wouldn’t have been too much of an issue if only her mom was coming over, but the fact that her aunt and cousin were also planning to visit sent her into a panic.

All of a sudden, Zhou Meiling’s mind conjured up two scenes reminiscent of an anime, with warning red lights flashing all around.

One of them like a grand sorcerer, and the other akin to a top-tier support character; when put together, they were definitely the "Chatty Double Killers" capable of causing a huge commotion.

If they found out she was just bragging, she feared she would become the laughingstock among the relatives back home for a long time.

Recalling the scene in her grandmother’s living room during the New Year, with her aunt expounding and pontificating, Zhou Meiling shivered.

With trembling hands, she picked up her phone and, after some thought, suddenly figured out a potential candidate.

She glanced at Ye Xiaowei’s bed.

Finally, she sent a message to Gao Jun: "Gao Jun, are you free this afternoon?"

She silently prayed he would reply promptly.

But after a long wait, there was no response, as though her message had sunk into the ocean.

Not wanting to give up, she sent another one: "I need a favor from you."

"Ding—"

[Gao Jun: "I’m busy, what’s up?"]

Zhou Meiling quickly replied: "I have a personal issue, and I would like to ask for your help, but Weiwei absolutely must not find out about this."

[Gao Jun: "Tell me about it. I’m quite busy recently, may not be able to help you."]

Seeing this reply, Zhou Meiling felt desperate, "Jun, it’s really an emergency, extremely urgent!"

[Gao Jun: "Speak."]

"Ding—" [Mom: "We’ve arrived at the station, don’t worry."]

Zhou Meiling replied to Gao Jun: "This is something I need to talk to you about in person."

After sending the message, her face felt burning hot.

[Gao Jun: "What time?"]

Zhou Meiling quickly responded: "The sooner the better, by 4 p.m. at the latest, can you come to school to meet me?"

[Gao Jun: "Okay,"]

"Ahhh!" Zhou Meiling couldn’t help but scream out loud, slamming her phone down on the blanket.

She rolled over and thrashed on the bed while holding her head, feeling unbearably hot and restless at the thought of being "humiliated" by being spanked by Gao Jun.

Muttering to herself, Zhou Meiling’s face became even more flushed...

3:30 in the afternoon.

Gao Jun hummed a cheerful tune, making his way to the campus dormitory.

Zhou Meiling descended the stairs, got in the car, and after a deep breath, her eyes rolled around as she pondered on how to persuade him to lend a hand.

"Jun... Jun, I have a favor to ask of you."

Sitting at the edge of the bed with a pitiable look, she said: "We’re good friends, right? You can’t just leave me in the lurch!" "Tell me, what is it?"

Gao Jun smiled, moved closer to her, sat down by the bed, turned his head to gaze at her pretty face, and gently inhaled her faint scent.

She instinctively shrank back, shifting her buttocks to the side, and whispered softly: "You’re handsome, rich, excellent, and kind-hearted, right?"

"The absolute truth." Gao Jun leaned closer, fixing his gaze on her glossy black eyes.

Zhou Meiling’s heartbeat accelerated under his bright, expressive gaze.

She steadied herself and in a soft voice said, "So I’m asking you to pretend to be my boyfriend. You certainly won’t refuse, right?"

"Oh?" Gao Jun’s eyes lit up, his look towards Zhou Meiling laced with a hint of surprise.

Zhou Meiling blinked her innocent big eyes at him, pleadingly saying, "My family has been eager to set me up with someone. I’m still in university, and... I lied to them that I have a boyfriend. To dissuade them, I may have exaggerated a bit. Now they want to come to Modu to see me, and I want you to pretend to help me get through this predicament."

After speaking, she kowtowed to Gao Jun: "Please, I beg you to help me!"

Gao Jun’s gaze involuntarily fell on her perky behind as he watched her in this state.

He reached out his hand slowly, gently stroking her head before sliding it down gradually.

Zhou Meiling abruptly looked up: ꒰꒪꒫꒪⌯꒱

"Of course, I can help you."

Gao Jun winked at her dazed expression, his hand lingering at her hip, "I’ll even give you a car."

Zhou Meiling was rigid, not daring to move an inch.

Gao Jun’s fingers pressed slightly, sensing the basketball-like resilience.

Zhou Meiling shuddered and blurted out instinctively: "I am Weiwei’s best girlfriend!"

Gao Jun whispered in her ear, "This is just a joke between friends. Don’t you and Weiwei often touch and kiss each other? Since I’m her boyfriend, I’m half yours too, no need to be so polite. Besides, Weiwei is at a company training today. If you’re worried she’ll get the wrong idea, then just don’t tell her."

Zhou Meiling’s breathing quickened, her face flushing red.

In her mind, it seemed as if two small people were fiercely arguing.

After a moment, she asked in a quiet voice, "So you’ll help me deal with my family and pretend to be my boyfriend, right?"

"Yes!" Gao Jun nodded affirmatively.

"I told them my boyfriend is a billionaire, drives a Bentley, lives in a grand apartment, is very handsome, and treats me well."

"I fit that description perfectly." Gao Jun’s hand continued to venture downwards.

"You won’t tell Weiwei, right?"

"Of course."

"Book two standard rooms for them; four people in total. I don’t want them to stay over here. If they run into Weiwei, everything would be over."

"No problem." Zhou Meiling closed her eyes, flopping down on the bed, burying her face in her arms as the ’basketball’ behind her rose slightly.