The image director quickly apologized, "You two look so much like a couple, I mistakenly thought you were married. My apologies, Madam, Sir."
"A couple? Hahaha～" Ye Fanzhi chuckled, "You're mistaken, Director. We're not married. He's my... male best friend."
Male best friend? That's the kind of guy who...
A wife storms out after a fight with her husband and spends the night at her male best friend's place.
She leaves her husband behind to go on a trip with her male best friend for days.
And when she comes back, she complains that her husband is being petty. "He's just my male best friend, why are you getting upset?"
That's what a male best friend is all about!
Tony Teachers looked at Liang Canwen one by one in surprise.
With such a tall and handsome male best friend, this lady's husband must be very, very green.
"Heh..." Liang Canwen chuckled, "A best friend isn't always a good thing."
"What? Did the word 'best friend' bring up some memories? Ah~ You—"
Ye Fanzhi wanted to be playful, but Liang Canwen slapped her soft, perky butt in front of all the Tony Teachers.
Ye Fanzhi let out a soft "Ah~," and her pretty face immediately turned red: "Liang Canwen, you spanked my butt in front of so many people, aren't you ashamed?"
"A little punishment for you. If you make fun of me again, I'll take you to your dead husband's grave and spank your butt, smack, smack, smack."
Hearing this, Ye Fanzhi laughed instead: "Okay~ Let him see his wife getting her butt spanked."
Ahem!
The wife's tastes are so strange.
Liang Canwen burst out laughing; he was already used to Ye Fanzhi's casual way of speaking.
He wondered if she was this flirtatious in her friend circle too?
She acted very casually in front of Liang Canwen.
Could it be that she has designs on me? Is she plotting something?
"Don't be so casual, Mrs. Ye. Wait for me, I'll go pay."
Liang Canwen strode to the cash register to pay.
Tony Teachers believed it. This was indeed a male best friend; otherwise, how could he dare to spank him?
Liang Canwen paid for the haircut via WeChat.
[Ding! Investment in self-image management expenses +2999, cumulative completion will trigger a popular item doubling]
This "Self-Cultivation Card" didn't specify which aspects the host needed to start from, completely relying on the host's self-cultivation – because it's about self-love. If one doesn't love themselves and needs the system to constrain them to improve, then they are too unloving of themselves.
This system for saving men has a high degree of freedom.
If one were to lie down and do nothing, using the Self-Cultivation Card to buy the most expensive things without self-discipline to improve their inner and outer image, just for the critical hit, the system would still give money.
The money is provided by the system, while improving self-cultivation and inner and outer image management is up to the host.
It all depends on the host's choices.
Liang Canwen chose the latter. He wanted to be a god among men – not just rich, but also handsome and cultured.
Go! Keep investing in himself, keep getting those critical hit rewards!
They left the hair salon, and as they got into the car, Ye Fanzhi adjusted her hair in the mirror and said, "Let's go to The Bund. Dinner's on me."
"No, let me treat you. I don't like using a woman's money."
"Oh… you don't like using a woman's money, but you do like women spending yours, huh? So, your wife uses your hard-earned money to let her lover enjoy life."
"For fuck's sake, can you stop twisting the knife every damn day, Madam!"
"So, you should listen to me. I'll use my dearly departed husband's money to treat you to dinner, go shopping, and buy you underwear and briefs."
Liang Canwen burst out laughing. "What kind of logic is that, Madam? Buying those things for me so you can enjoy them?"
Ye Fanzhi covered her mouth and chuckled, "Well, that's not impossible, hahaha."
"You're being naughty again, Mrs."
"Stop talking nonsense, drive! I'm starving. But... the hairstyle I picked for you is indeed handsome."
"As handsome as your dead husband?"
"Don't mention that guy who fell into a latrine and drowned in shit. Disgusting. I don't even want to eat now."
"Alright, alright, I won't mention your dead husband."
"That's more like it."
Ye Fanzhi hummed a little tune, leaning against the passenger seat. Her long, pale legs were crossed, and her toes were playing with her high heels. She used her phone to make a reservation at a high-end restaurant on The Bund.
"Uh, what was your dead husband's name?"
"Liang Canwen!"
"Hey, I asked for your dead husband's name, why are you calling my name?"
"Liang Canwen, don't bring him up, alright? Otherwise, I'll write a post on Xiaohongshu, saying the Bentley Man harassed me."
"Damn, so you're a Little Fairy too?"
"Heh heh heh~ If you ask about my dead husband again, I'll really turn into a Little Fairy, you believe it or not?"
"I believe, I believe. I give up."
Liang Canwen was a man who was ruined by a Little Fairy.
He was truly afraid of this kind of Little Fairy.
Ye Fanzhi discovered Liang Canwen's weakness – he was afraid of Little Fairy.
The Bund.
Liang Canwen said, "It's not easy to park here. I'll go park the car and come find you."
"I'll go into the restaurant across the street and wait for you."
Ye Fanzhi got out of the car and walked into the restaurant across the street. Suddenly, she was stunned because she saw a familiar person coming out of the direction of the restroom and heading straight for a private room.
Wang Cheng was here, which meant that woman was here too.
Interesting.
"Honey~"
Ye Fanzhi called out deliberately, her high heels clicking as she walked towards him.
"!!!"
Wang Cheng's mind buzzed at the sound, and he froze in the doorway of the private room. He had pushed the door open halfway, revealing Li Xingran inside.
They happened to be dining at this restaurant as well.
Li Xingran also heard Ye Fanzhi's voice, but she wasn't flustered, not even a little bit.
These days, mistresses all have excellent psychological resilience.
Li Xingran was already divorced; what did she have to fear? Ye Fanzhi was outside, right? Perfect. She would take this chance to lay everything out in the open.
"Don't, don't, don't…"
Wang Cheng made a downward gesture with his hand, imploring the young lady in the private room to calm down.
Don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive; impulse is the devil.
Wang Cheng closed the door of the private room, his mind short-circuited. He had never encountered this kind of scene in his life.
It's over, it's over, it's going to fall apart.
Calm down, calm down.
He tried to calm himself down, put on the smile of a good family man, turned around, and looked at Ye Fanzhi walking towards him.
"Honey, why are you sweating on your forehead?"
Ye Fanzhi walked over gracefully, taking out a tissue to wipe Wang Cheng's sweat.
"No need, no need. I just finished playing golf with a client and came here. The air conditioning here is too high, a little hot. Fanzhi, didn't you say you weren't going out today? Why are you eating at this restaurant?"
"I have a friend I'm meeting here. They went to park the car and will be here soon."
Ye Fanzhi smiled playfully, starting to anticipate something.
This woman not only had a 36D chest, but also a big heart. Aside from a moment of surprise when she first saw Wang Cheng, she had remained calm and composed, not at all flustered.
Wang Cheng was panicking, terrified that Li Xingran would suddenly appear.
If my wife sees her and they get into a fight, that would be terrible.
After all, my wife doesn't know I have a woman on the side.
"Honey, your company's client is inside. Aren't you going to open the door and let me meet your big client?" Ye Fanzhi said deliberately, enjoying Wang Cheng's flustered yet composed demeanor.
What to do? What to do?
Wang Cheng's mind raced, trying to find an excuse to keep his wife out, while also fearing Li Xingran would rush out.
Had they really reached the Asura Field so quickly?