SY - 80

Song Luo shook his head, “That won’t do. Two illiterates having children will surely result in illiterates. We have to think about the genetics of our offspring, right?”

There seemed to be some logic to that statement. Zhang Fanfan hesitated for a moment, her voice a bit weak and lacking confidence. “Maybe two negatives make a positive.”

Streetlights mixed with moonlight, Song Luo lowered his gaze and looked at her for a moment, then suddenly turned his face away and chuckled.

He was far from gentle, carrying a roguish air about him.

But Zhang Fanfan found his smile incredibly beautiful.

Her heart pounded faster because of that smile.

She had been in many relationships, but this kind of heart-fluttering feeling was a first.

Song Luo was like a gift from heaven.

How could someone be so captivating, even when beating someone up?

It was getting late, and he stopped teasing her.

He drove her home.

It was a high-end residential area where outside vehicles weren’t allowed in, so he could only drop her off at the entrance.

The streetlights had been turned off a few days ago due to road repairs and hadn’t been turned back on yet.

The road was dark.

Only a faint light seeped from the residents’ houses nearby.

It was still too dark, providing no real help.

Zhang Fanfan was afraid of the dark. She tremblingly pulled out her phone, just about to turn on the flashlight.

The high beams of the large SUV behind them came on.

The darkness was dispelled.

Zhang Fanfan’s first reaction was joy. Song Luo hadn’t left yet.

He knew she was afraid of the dark and even specially turned on his high beams to light her way.

At that moment, Zhang Fanfan had even already planned in her mind what kind of wedding dress she should wear for their wedding.

She walked, texting him with her head down.

[+130********: Thank you.]

She had coaxed his phone number from Song Zhi by pestering her.

It wasn’t until she was home and had showered that her phone vibrated slowly.

[Song Luo: .]

She didn’t expect him to reply to her.

Zhang Fanfan sat cross-legged on the sofa with her phone, forgetting about her skincare, focusing on texting him.

[+130********: As a thank you, can I treat you to dinner tomorrow?]

He replied slowly.

Zhang Fanfan always had the misconception that he only replied when he was bored and had some spare time.

[Song Luo: Not free tomorrow.]

[+130*******: Then the day after tomorrow?]

[Song Luo: Not free the day after tomorrow either.]

[+130*******: Then when are you free?]

[Song Luo: I’m very expensive.]

Zhang Fanfan stared at these two words, lost in thought. Very expensive?

Expensive in what sense?

Perhaps the meal would be very expensive.

No big deal; she had plenty of money, if nothing else.

[+130********: Any price is fine.]

His average reply speed was over half an hour per message.

This message was the slowest to reply; two hours had passed, and there was no response yet.

Zhang Fanfan was terribly sleepy, but she hugged her phone, afraid to sleep for fear of missing his message.

Her head rested on the pillow, and just as she felt drowsy, she immediately convinced herself to sit up, seemingly trying to stay awake this way.

She yawned and glanced at the wall clock beside her. It was already past midnight.

Just as she was about to unlock her phone to see if she had missed a message, her phone finally vibrated, a rare occurrence.

She quickly tapped to open it.

[Song Luo: 8,000 an hour, 50,000 for an overnight stay, 20% discount if you’re good-looking.]

Zhang Fanfan: ...

This pricing method seemed oddly familiar. Weren’t those small cards slipped under hotel doors...

Zhang Fanfan quickly shook her head to dispel that thought.

That would be a desecration of Song Luo!

How could he do such a thing?

[+130********: Overnight stay means?]

[Song Luo: What else could it mean? Of course, it means sleeping.]

[Song Luo: Or play games all night?]

Zhang Fanfan was silent for a few seconds, her face visibly reddening.

She quickly opened Alipay, entered his phone number, and directly transferred 200,000.

[+130********: I’ll book you for four nights first, okay?]

Four nights, that should be enough to satisfy her.

There was no reply from his end.

A few seconds later, the money was returned.

Zhang Fanfan was silent for a while, then belatedly realized something.

[+130********: Do you know who I am?]

[Song Luo: No.]

...

She didn’t know who she was but still chatted with her for so long.

She introduced herself: [I’m Zhang Fanfan.]

[Song Luo: Oh.]

[Zhang Fanfan: If you don’t know who I am, why did you reply to my messages?]

[Song Luo: Wanted to see how much I was worth.]

Zhang Fanfan: ...

[Song Luo: Looks like I’m quite expensive.]

Zhang Fanfan felt a sour taste in her mouth.

Just thinking that if it wasn’t her texting him today, but some other girl.

She felt very sad.

To him, she was no different from any other girl out there.

It was as if you gave her an apple, and she was very happy, showing off everywhere that you actually gave her an apple.

But when she turned around, she found that every girl had an apple you gave them.

Her eyes turned red with grievance, but she still decided to call him.

Song Zhi had just finished an affectionate phone call with Jiang Yanzhou and came out wanting to pour a glass of water.

She saw Song Luo replying to messages on his phone.

She scoffed, teasing, “Is the country bumpkin making pen pals?”

He leaned back, his long legs slightly stretched out, an air of casual nonchalance about him.

“Your friend.”

He had thought it was spam, and since he was a bit bored after his workout, he just replied casually.

Who knew the other party actually took him for a gigolo and even transferred money to him directly?

Although he didn’t discriminate against such professions, he was a respectable person and didn’t sell himself.

So, after returning the money, he planned to block the person.

But then she said her name was Zhang Fanfan.

Song Zhi was stunned for a moment, her friend?

It took her a while to slowly recall: “Zhang Fanfan?”

“Yeah.”

Song Luo saw that she seemed quite curious about what they talked about, so he handed her the phone.

Song Zhi looked up, “What for?”

“Don’t you want to see?”

“That’s not very nice, is it?”

She feigned refusal for a moment, then, pretending to be unable to resist Song Luo’s enthusiasm, reluctantly took the phone.

At the same time, the phone rang.

Judging by the number, it must be Zhang Fanfan calling. She answered.

As soon as she said “hello,” there was silence for a few seconds on the other end, then a sudden cry: “Song Luo, you emotion-deceiving scumbag!”