That day, Li Zaijun was in her room again, holding a tissue, snot and tears streaming as she said:
"This jerk! This scumbag, pretending to turn over a new leaf, what a joke, I’m done with him for good." As she spoke, she couldn’t help but start sobbing again.
Wen Xian kept exclaiming in sympathy, pulling the young girl into her arms, comforting her against her shoulder:
"Your skills in this game are too weak. You went to his apartment and bumped into his ex-girlfriend, and you didn’t make a peep—didn’t you just make that woman look down on you?"
While Li Zaijun’s eyes swelled red and teary, she wiped her nose with a tissue and stammered between sobs: "Then, what should I do?"
"If it were me, wouldn’t I just walk up confidently with a smile, chest out, head high, grab his arm, declare my territory, and really give her a good show of affection? It’s just, unfortunately..."
"Unfortunate what...?" Her hoarse voice was filled with curiosity.
Wen Xian hummed, sounding quite regretful: "It’s just unfortunate that your brother never gives me that kind of opportunity."
What ex-girlfriend, he hardly even interacted with women.
All her fiery tactics were wasted.
Originally meant to comfort her, as soon as Li Zaijun heard these words, she paused, and then burst out crying again, cursing: "This scumbag, why can’t he learn from your man! And you... sister-in-law, you really don’t know how blessed you are..."
Her brother was so desirable, carelessly spreading debts of romance everywhere, truly heartbreaking.
Her sister-in-law now speaks so easily, but let’s see if she stays this cool when a mistress or two pop up later.
But for now, none of that was important. What mattered was what she should do next?
Wen Xian couldn’t help but chuckle, patting her on the shoulder, and whispered in her ear as if she could read her mind:
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Whatever strategy Wen Xian concocted, it made Li Zaijun’s eyes widen: "Really? But where can I find a man to help me?"
Her sister-in-law had told her to ignore Shen Lin, play hard to get, then find a guy to post a few intimate photos in her circle visible only to him. This would definitely drive him crazy.
It must be said, the tactic was harsh, but where could she find a man?
Wen Xian stroked her chin in thought: "If it weren’t for the fact that I’m pregnant, I could have dressed up as a man to help you out, but—"
A figure suddenly flashed through her mind, and Wen Xian’s eyes lit up.
Li Zaijun’s eyes also brightened as they slowly looked at each other and simultaneously blurted out a name.
Wen Xian cleared her throat and made a call:
As soon as the call connected, a pleasant and gentle young voice came through: "Hello, sister."
Wen Xian switched on the speaker, and the sound of his voice made Li Zaijun’s heart flutter.
The voice of Wen Yu, her younger brother, was indeed beautiful; but she couldn’t help feeling a bit guilty as he was even younger than herself.
At that moment, Wen Xian again put on an air of calm and depth, casually spoke to him of everyday matters, and then invited him to come over this weekend, the day after tomorrow.
Wen Yu agreed readily.
He had participated in a national high school physics competition, conveniently located in Beijing. If he did well, he might secure a spot at Tsinghua or Peking University.