Chapter 257

"Then, could you please take me to find Dr. Zong—" Before He Lele could finish, a vibrant, energetic voice suddenly cut in.

"Nurse, where the hell did Zong Jieran go?"

"Uh... Miss Fu." The two nurses looked at each other, not daring to answer.

He Lele turned around and saw that the speaker was the very same punk girl who had cut Zong Jieran's long, beautiful curly hair into a tangled mess at the hospital last time!

This time, the girl was still wearing heavy smoky makeup, looking rebellious and arrogant.

"He Lele? You're looking for Zong Jieran too? Then go to his office first. You two, trouble you to find Zong Jieran and tell him to get his ass over here as soon as possible," the girl said to He Lele, then spoke to the nurses.

For some reason, He Lele found the girl quite interesting. She glanced at the nurses' bewildered expressions, lowered her eyes with a faint smile, and followed the girl into Zong Jieran's office.

As soon as the girl entered the office, she plopped down into Zong Jieran's office chair, her long-booted legs propped directly onto his desk.

"Sit," the girl said, raising an eyebrow.

"Do you know me?" He Lele asked with a smile.

The girl pointed to her own eyes. "I never forget anyone I've seen and whose name I know. Besides... with that busybody Zong Jieran around, it'd be hard for me not to know. In fact, I might know more about some things than you do."

Hearing the girl say this, He Lele sat down slowly. She didn't know what things the girl was referring to, but the girl's tone and attitude... didn't make her feel nervous in the slightest.

The girl took a pen and spun it between her fingers with incredible dexterity, her gaze toward He Lele... so flat it was almost vacant.

"What do you plan to do?" After a long while, the girl suddenly asked.

"Hm?" He Lele didn't understand.

"You... haven't fallen for that group of men yet, have you?"

"Ah?"

The girl slid down in the chair, lying back with the pen clamped in her mouth. "I really don't get what's going on with those guys. There are so many women out there they could chase, why do they have to crowd around you?"

He Lele shifted her body, feeling a bit awkward.

"I can't be bothered to care anymore, I'll just let them be. What about you?"

"I..." He Lele smiled awkwardly. "I don't understand what you mean."

"I'm asking, now that several men are dragging you down and refusing to let go, what do you plan to do?"

He Lele slightly retracted her smile; she wasn't the type to share deep thoughts with casual acquaintances. "... Let nature take its course."

"... Oh?" The girl seemed interested, her eyes scanning He Lele carefully with amusement.

Being scrutinized like this, He Lele actually calmed down and sat quietly.

"You should know you don't have the ability to escape them, but 'letting nature take its course'... Zong Jieran told me you are surprisingly stubborn to the bone—"

He Lele, who had been very calm, suddenly looked at the punk girl, her eyes carrying a hint of thin anger at being offended.

Author's Note:

The girl laughed even more happily at being glared at. "It shouldn't be as simple as 'letting nature take its course,' right? If you just let nature take its course and accept everyone, given the personalities of those few... Zong Jieran is going to have another good show to watch."

"..." He Lele stood up and walked toward the door.

"It won't work," the girl continued to laugh behind her.

He Lele gripped the doorknob and turned it.

"Pushing yourself to the brink of death to find a new life might work on ordinary men, but with them... be careful you don't try to steal a chicken only to lose the rice."

He Lele suppressed the shock in her heart, turned back, and looked at the girl in confusion. "Who exactly are you?"

The girl shrugged. "Someone who likes to meddle in other people's business."

He Lele lowered her head to think, gave up on questioning further, opened the door, and left.

Whether it would work or not, she had no other choice.

Just as He Lele left, the side door connecting Zong Jieran's office to the laboratory was pulled open. Zong Jieran's unkempt short curly hair was tilted in a very "artistic" mess, and his bewitchingly handsome face wore an expression of doting and ingratiation.

"My dear, isn't meddling in other people's business what you hate most? Why were you so kind as to warn her?"

"... Do you think everyone has your twisted sense of humor, where you don't care if others live or die as long as there's a good show to watch?"

"No," Zong Jieran walked over to the girl, picked her up, and sat in the chair with her. "It's not that I don't care, but some things are useless to do as an outsider. She can't escape... just like you don't need to think about how to dump me."

"... Get lost. I must have had eight lifetimes of bad luck to have met you."

"Heh... you seemed to say the same thing to Big Brother yesterday." ===== CHAPTER 258 =====