Volume One, Chapter 11: Thank You, My Dearest Wife

The next moment, through the sunglasses, Fang Mo caught a glimpse of Ning Yuelan's beautiful eyes curling with playful amusement, and only then did he realize he had been toyed with by a woman once again. She was deliberately teasing him.

Li Haowen, standing beside them, was already dumbfounded by the scene.

“Ning... President Ning!?”

Fang Mo was facing away from Ning Yuelan, unaware of how much she overheard, but Li Haowen clearly knew when she had arrived. So all the lewd jokes he made earlier had been heard by the heiress of Jiangcheng?

Li Haowen braced himself and awkwardly greeted Ning Yuelan.

“Hello, President Ning.”

Fang Mo, unaware of Li Haowen’s thoughts, pointed to the man.

“Yuelan, this is my friend, Li Haowen.”

Only then did Ning Yuelan smile gently and extend her fair hand for a brief shake.

“Thank you for taking care of Fang Mo. Hello, I’m Ning Yuelan.”

With her reputation, there was no need to introduce herself.

Fang Mo rolled his eyes.

Li Haowen, however, frowned slightly, as if recalling something, and studied Ning Yuelan with a suspicious look. He felt he had seen her face somewhere before—and definitely not just in photographs.

But Fang Mo soon caught the man’s gaze. Li Haowen, displeased, nudged his friend with his elbow, as if marking his territory.

Li Haowen could only smile wryly.

After a brief exchange, Ning Yuelan led Fang Mo home. Before leaving, she handed Li Haowen her business card, fully aware of the current state of the Li Corporation: the eldest son had died in a car accident, the underused second son had suddenly been thrust into responsibility, marking a difficult period.

“As a friend, if you run into trouble, come to me.”

Li Haowen guessed this favor was granted out of consideration for Fang Mo and gratefully accepted the card.

Inside the BMW, Ning Yuelan drove with both hands on the wheel, saying, “I had my secretary find someone to repair your computer’s motherboard. They promised it can be fixed perfectly. In a few days, your computer will be as good as new.”

“Really?”

Fang Mo’s eyes widened in surprise. Given the state of his computer after the fall, he had lost hope for the files inside. He hadn’t expected Yuelan to find someone who could restore it flawlessly.

“Thank you, Yuelan.”

Ning Yuelan pressed her red lips lightly.

“If you’re grateful, shouldn’t you call me by a nicer title?”

A nicer title?

Fang Mo was momentarily stunned, then tentatively said,

“Thank you, beautiful lady?”

Ning Yuelan showed no reaction.

“Thank you, fairy sister?”

Still no response.

Fang Mo scratched the back of his head and suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

“Thank you, my lady wife.”

“Ah~.”

Ning Yuelan’s eyebrows curved into crescent moons, her sweet voice responding softly. Her angelic face and that tone made her seem less like a woman approaching thirty and more like a teenager turning back the clock to eighteen.

“Sis, I used your card today.”

Ning Yuelan nodded.

“Mm-hmm, spend as you like. There’s enough money in there for you to splurge for quite a while. If it’s not enough, just tell me and I’ll transfer more.”

Fang Mo gave a mental thumbs-up.

No wonder she was the dream of twenty million men in Jiangcheng—her generosity was overwhelming.

The car grew quiet. Fang Mo checked his phone and saw a message from Li Haowen left after he had left.

Li Haowen: I keep feeling like I’ve seen President Ning somewhere before.

Fang Mo: ???

Li Haowen: Not on the news or TV, but in real life. I just can’t remember when.

Reading this, Fang Mo also grew puzzled.

Though both Li Haowen and Yuelan belonged to Jiangcheng’s business circle, before the eldest son’s accident, Li Haowen, as the second son, had been largely left to his own devices. He rarely attended business events or even went to the company.

Fang Mo: Who did you see Yuelan with?

Li Haowen: I think it was with you.

With me?

Fang Mo was even more confused. How could it have been with him?

His grandfather had passed away in their senior year of high school, and the two families had barely been in contact since. During college, Fang Mo lived mostly on campus and rarely left.

Fang Mo: You must be mistaken.

After a long pause, Li Haowen replied, also struggling to recall where he had seen Ning Yuelan.

Probably a mistake...

Soon, the BMW came to a smooth stop in front of Ning Yuelan’s small villa.

After getting out, Ning Yuelan immediately took off her blazer.

“Fang Mo, I’m going to shower. I’m all sweaty and sticky. Come in later and help me apply the medicine.”

Fang Mo obediently followed behind her, nodding.

“Okay.”

Yesterday, when applying medicine for Yuelan, he had left the medical kit in her bedroom and now headed straight there.

“Hm?”

At that moment, Fang Mo noticed several adorable little Minion dolls on the windowsill.

When he changed clothes yesterday—his first time in a girl’s room, mixed with tension and awkwardness—he hadn’t paid attention to the room’s décor.

“Yuelan’s bedroom is really quite minimalist!”

Looking closely now, Fang Mo realized the room was nothing like the pink-themed, girly space boys might imagine.

Instead, imported marble was everywhere, and the desk was piled with books—not just for show, but all well-read, with some bearing Ning Yuelan’s handwritten notes and annotations.

The windowsill held only three Minion dolls and some green plants.

Apart from the Minions, which barely counted as plush toys, nothing about the room suggested it belonged to a young woman.

The room’s decor reflected its owner’s mindset.

Truly the mature woman shaped by the passage of time.

“Yuelan even takes care of plants? She has such a captivating face, but her hobbies don’t match her appearance at all.”

Judging by the thriving condition of the plants, it was clear Ning Yuelan personally nurtured them.

Each pot was full of life.

“But why do these three Minions seem so familiar?”

Fang Mo stared at the Minions on the windowsill, lost in thought.

“Oh, that’s Yuelan’s avatar. Her WeChat profile picture is this Minion—no wonder it looked familiar…”

Yet the odd feeling lingered in Fang Mo’s mind.

The three Minions in the room seemed strangely out of place.

Ding—

At that moment, Fang Mo’s phone suddenly buzzed.

Li Haowen: I just remembered, do you recall when we went darting in sophomore year and won seven or eight first prizes together?

Upon reading this, Fang Mo’s memory stirred.

Why was this guy suddenly texting him about that?

Fang Mo glanced at the three Minion dolls again, and a jolt like an electric shock flashed through his mind, as if struck by lightning.

“I remember now. In sophomore year, I saw Yuelan at the mall when we were playing darts together.”