Male Partner, Run Fast

By Marcia Roth

A world that never ends leads me, running to you.

A desolate world, fictional characters, and lurking crises make Fang Jie realize that her original life was so beautiful.

The story of a rookie in the workplace who fights to reap the rewards of love in the end of days, a memory of only dead people and lovers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Linda Peters
• Release date: Feb 26, 2024
• ISBN: 9798869269287

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Male Partner, Run Fast

Copyright © 2024 by Marcia Roth

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Male Partner, Run Fast

March 2020.

The demonic winds in G City had been blowing for some time, and the weather had finally smoothed out. The sky was high and cloudy, and the wind was favorable.

On a construction site in the western suburbs, a middle-aged man with a creased face sat outside on an iron frame squinting and smoking, while the rest of the few younger ones nestled in their humble makeshift shelter playing cards. It was lunch time, and the tall man in light blue came over from the hose and found a clean place to sit.

There was a new wound on the left side of the man's face, and his facial lines became deeper and more handsome as he hung his head low. The middle-aged man was called Brother Liu, real name Liu Kuan, is a more experienced worker on the construction site. It's not easy to come to the big city from the countryside, and even the initial dream is annihilated in the concrete and steel as you work.

Liu Kuan then threw away his cigarette, got up and walked over to the man's side to sit down, brewed a half a day and said, What's the matter, don't you eat lunch yet? Just now the box lunch seller came over for a trip, now I guess it didn't go far.

The man didn't speak, his eyes closing slightly as he casually wiped a handful of short spiky hair, the veins visible on his large palm.

I say little doll, you so dry is not a way ...... to look so clean, but mixed in our group, you look at those who have a wrong idea of the people noi ...... He from the loose pants pockets to pull out a cigarette handed him, then.

I don't smoke.

Liu Kuan was a bit annoyed: You have to give me a hand even if you don't smoke, but you're a great character? No one in the group inside dares not take my cigarettes, whether you smoke or not.

The man then took it.

Liu Kuan was satisfied, looked away for a while, and then turned his head to ask him, You don't have anyone close to you in this city?

The man purses his lips, I have no relatives. Liu Kuan looked at him in surprise and fell silent.

After half a ring, seeing that the lunch hour was about to pass, Liu Kuan sat up, patted his pants, and said to the man with a lowered head, In the future, call me 'Brother Liu' here, and everything will be fine. I see that you are also a sensible person.

After a moment of silence, he looked up, his eyes complicated, Good.

......

This spring, in an inconspicuous small construction site in G City, a legendary figure emerged. He came from the first silent, to later within a few months, in this area quietly rise, became a fascinating, never tire of mentioning the topic.

Legend has it that he had an arbitrary hand, an extremely high IQ, and a bizarre style of doing things.

Legend has it that he was rewarded by the Higher Power, a piece of gold that was dug out of the coal pile.

Yet only the man in question knows how hard it was for him when he first came here. The world, treacherous as it is, he dodged the backstabbing of others, and learned the basics: language, culture, and socialization in his lonely and scrappy days ......

How can a strong man survive? For him, having no attachments is the best weapon.

What is lost is gained.

A rebirth exchanged for loneliness, he would make the most of it.

Ancient town comb

In 2017, Fang Jie was at the age of sixteen when the toothpaste factory where her mother worked closed down.

On weekends during the school year, she carried her backpack through the food market, whose floor was covered with rotten leaves and fish scales, and quietly ran outside a novel rental store of less than three square meters in the corner at the end. After five minutes of wandering, the frequency of her heart diminishing, she plucked up the courage to walk up the steps.

The shopkeeper was a middle-aged man with only a few hairs on top of his head. With a cigarette in his mouth, he was holding an urban romance novel with an erotic and vulgar-looking cover and an almost torn-up body, his eyelids drooping, and when he saw her patronizing the store, his nose grunted as he slowly put the book down and got up.

What kind? He exhaled a smoke ring and his eyes narrowed.

Fang Jie looked around cautiously and rubbed her hands together: I'll just look around myself. She scanned the rows of old books with flowery covers that made her fingertips tremble.

That year, she was sixteen years old, saw the table with a romance novel secretly put into the classroom to read, greedy teeth itchy. The table raised his chin and told her:Fang Jie, you haven't read it, you don't know how dominant the men in it are! My favorite episode is when the male protagonist forcefully kisses the female protagonist ......

What the table didn't tell her was that there was something hotter than a forced kiss in there.

Fang Jie's family condition was not very good, but not bad either. At that time, it was considered the middle level of the class. Father works in the Electricity Bureau, honest people, salary can make ends meet, but will not be like other families have time to go out to travel, in a variety of ancient towns and snack streets to take pictures, in the lofty and majestic nature, take off their coats and family frolicking. But the truth is, she doesn't care. Her family, everyday but cozy, does not need too much bonding, naturally live together for more than ten years. The couple has not been seen divorcing even after all the bickering.

It was only when her mother lost her job that the atmosphere in the house started to get bad. That was also the time when she had a belated rebellious period in her life.

The girl next door is a year older than her, often by their own mother grabbed his ears and scolded: Look at these dogs all day, learn from others Fang Jie, good grades, people and good ......

Fang Jie held the novel she had bought with five dollars, skimming her lips and blocking out the curses from next door.

The book is very old, but the man on the cover is very handsome, his skin is too good to be true, his lips are red, and he is simply better looking than a woman. The name of the novel is called - President daddy don't want it. Probably a pseudo-forbidden romance or something like that to read. As she swept through the row of books, she casually took one, paid and left. Afraid of running into acquaintances and with a ghost in her heart, she hid the book in her book bag and blushed into a tomato. Until she walked out of the market, her heart still couldn't calm down.

That's probably being a thief.

Holding her breath, she noted the movement of her parents outside and waited for both of them to fall asleep. She rolled over and covered hers with the covers, so exciting.

Just this title ...... Fang Jie doesn t care so much, her fingers worship the pages of the book religiously, and she took several deep breaths before calming down her overly excited mood. In fact, she did not know what was wrong with her, reading a book also made it so sneaky. Maybe it's puberty at work, she thought dizzily as she turned the first page.

One night, Fang Jie trapped herself in her room, and with the sound of the pattering rain outside, she lay on her back under the covers, her body motionless.

Oh, there are so many typos.

The pages smelled yellowed and moldy.

In 2026, Fang Jie was twenty-five years old and managed to enter a famous advertising company in G city. In the middle of March, she went to C city for the first time on a business trip with her big sister, Li Yu, whom the company had taken with her.

At that time, C city was in the best time of spring, a large yellow rapeseed flowers covered the fields in the suburbs. The partner had chartered a small venue in a farmhouse on the outskirts of the city and called in a semi-popular starlet that they had been eyeing. The starlet is not a famous jade girl in the circle, debut five or six years, high not low, but also thanks to the pointed face, the corners of the mouth is always holding a light smile, a kind of independent style.

In fact, Fang Jie privately a little bit do not treat her, because as soon as this person entered the box, exaggerated tone of voice towards the opposite side of the flat-headed middle-aged man pandering. On TV, it was always a poor female match, and now it was a real eye-opener. Fang Jie but smelled something, but in the way of the scene, had to turn a blind eye.

What is a jade girl, I think it's a woman of desire. She took a sip of tea, her eyes drifted to the opposite side of the woman's breasts.

The subsequent matters of cooperation took place after lunch. The flat-headed man smoked a cigar and half-smiled, reminding Fang Jie of the book vendor at that time when she was sixteen.

For the framing part, I'm going to try an old town around here. He wrapped his arm around the starlet's thin waist and twisted his cigarette out.

Fang Jie was a newcomer, and had to follow and learn one thing at a time. She rolled her eyes and heard her big sister say, As Mr. Song also knows, our department is responsible for the pre-planning and post-perfection work, and the matter of selecting the scenery is since the client side has made a clear request, we naturally do our best to cooperate. It's just that, Mr. Song, we, Rhythmic Knowledge, never do anything we're not sure of, in terms of the candidate, do I think we should think about it for a while?

The man's demeanor looked much more cultivated than the average tycoon's, and he glanced at the unhappy-faced starlet, and instead of indulging her, he asked, Tell me, what's not working for her?

Eldest sister didn't say anything and gave Fang Jie a private look. Fang Jie was shaken, the opportunity to test herself had arrived.

She cleared her throat and replied without being condescending, Mr. Song, Miss Yin had quite a few scandals a while ago, and with the incident of ...... hugging her thighs, people outside the circle who don't know the ins*tuation have now been confused. I think that if we ask Miss Yin to do this advertisement, I'm afraid that it won't be too favorable for the promotion of Mr. Song's products.

She had been deliberating, but she had said something unconscionable like obfuscation.

Fang Jie felt like she had swallowed a disgusting fly in her throat, her neck was stifled and her palms were sweaty. She still needed to hone her skills in this area, and it was clear that this answer did not convince the three people present. The old general manager on the opposite side also furrowed his brows, Li Yu, what do you say?

Big Sister smiled faintly and skillfully dissolved the awkward atmosphere by casually fooling around with a couple of sentences. Fang Jie was furious in her heart and didn't dare to speak for half a day.

**

In the afternoon, she had a half day off, so she took advantage of it to slip away to a nearby old town.

There are not many people in the ancient town, and the people are simple. The green stone road is smooth and clean, with white walls and green tiles; there is a ditch of clear water flowing out from a few homes away, slowly merging into the small river flowing through the center of the town. A curved arch bridge across the river bank was built in the Ming and Qing dynasties, the bridge surface is clean and simple, and a boat carrying tourists sails slowly from below.

Fang Jie walked on the stone path, feeling the moistness and freshness of the spring air. She inexplicably stopped herself as she passed a small store selling jewelry. The owner of the store was doing embroidery, a beautiful woman wearing a small cluster of broken flowers, her hair behind her was plentiful and thick, tied into a large braid, and at the end she wore a rose-shaped silver ornament.

She smiled kindly at Fang Jie before putting down the needlework in her hands and getting up from her chair.

Miss need something? Her voice was soft, with the unique tenderness of the women of this side, her red lips opened and closed, and her eyes were refreshed with the moisturizing water of this side.

I want to talk about it.

Bang-ja awkwardly wandered around the store, Take a look around.

The shopkeeper followed her, softly saying, Our wooden combs here are the most famous, fine sandalwood, would you like to take a look, miss?

Bang-ja nodded furtively.

She took out a strangely shaped wooden comb from under the glass window, and her jade white fingers made the deep red color even more vivid. Fang Jie took the wooden comb and her heart began to beat wildly. This was the first time she had ever seen such a strange comb, semi-circular and curved, she wondered how it could be used to comb her hair; on the left side there was a speck of a darker color, as if it had been stained with a fiery red flower petal. The comb also exuded an intoxicating fragrance, and what was even stranger was that it was clearly made of sandalwood, and under the light, it was as warm and transparent as jade.

It's so weird.

Like it? This comb is only $32. The shopkeeper's voice sounded quietly from behind. Fang Jie felt a chill run down her backbone. She put down the comb and waved her hand repeatedly, No, this comb looks quite ...... spooky.

The shopkeeper took her hand and smiled gently, You're overthinking it, it's just an ordinary comb. This kind of comb is placed next to your bed to calm your mind and help you sleep, and it can also bring you good luck in the workplace.

Fang Jie raised her eyes, Is it that divine?

The other nodded, Not that I'm superstitious, it's always useful to buy something to have around. Miss, what do you think?

She hesitated, took a good look at the comb, looked into the shopkeeper's pleading eyes, and nodded her head once again. The shopkeeper was delighted, and packed the comb in her handmade bag and handed it to Fang Jie: It will bring you good luck.

Fang-ja scratched her head, Thanks, I just heard the second half of the sentence and wanted to get lucky.

The shopkeeper smiled without saying a word.

**

Walking on the road back to the hotel, Fang Jie's heart was furtive, and the bag in her hand actually gave her an illusion of getting heavier and heavier. She unzipped the zipper, the exquisite embroidered pouch lying quietly inside, there is no difference.

She looked at the sky, maybe she was overthinking it.

A few hundred meters away from the ancient town, there were a few rape flower fields with a small area. Fang Jie stopped at the field, took a deep breath, almost smothered by the rich fragrance of flowers to sneeze. But the scenery here was born to be pitiful, blue sky and white clouds, flowers and willows, just this large field of yellow flowers was enough to attract many tourists. There was still some time before dinner, so she simply found a clean rock and sat down, squinting to survey the emerald oily peaks in the distance.

Colorful butterflies are playing, flowers are fragrant, and a couple is kissing hard.

The handsome, tall man walked out from the flowers, the fragrance of the flowers ravaged and butterflies and insects flew. The pollen drifted with the air onto the field, evoking Fang Jie's charming thoughts. In a blur, a man dressed in black stood at the edge of the rapeseed field, slowly approaching her; her head was hot, she grabbed her bag and got up to leave.

Fang Jie ran wildly across the fields, strange images flashing through her mind. The wind that rolled with the scent of flowers gradually became clear, and her feet stepped over mountain springs, mossy ground, piles of rocks, and yellow soil, imprinting a colorful footprint on it as she walked onto the concrete. She covered her chest, her clothing stained with weeds. When she came back to her senses, she realized she had run over a small hill.

The strange feeling made her unconsciously wrap her arms around her.

Finally, she walked back to the hotel by memory. Li Yu stood at the door with her hands on her chest, and when she saw her in a mess, she stepped on her high heels and walked over, her tone unkind: Surname Song has been waiting in the box for ten minutes, so I'll look for you to settle the score later.

Fang Jie sniffed and explained, Sorry, I got lost outside. Actually, she preferred to say, got possessed.

Li Yu sighed, Try to keep quiet during dinner later, drink when I tell you to, that surname Song is not a good master to deal with. After coming to the company, your performance is very bad, I'll go back and reconsider whether to continue to bring you. Rhyme knew that the competition was brutal, and Fang Jie, as a newcomer, would most likely be brushed out if she failed the assessment.

When she heard that, her palms went cold.

Sister Li, I'll be good!

**

The consequences of being well behaved led to Bang-ja's head spinning.

After negotiating a large portion of the cooperation, it was finally decided to activate the little star with the petite voice. This was the initial cooperation negotiations, so the work was naturally not too tedious. After Fang Jie put on a fake smile and sent the client away, she returned to her room with a red face. Tonight she drank some wine, although it wasn't much, it made her extremely uncomfortable.

Her stomach was empty, she rummaged for a bucket of instant noodles from her bag, and only then did her features stretch. Today she really had enough of pretending to be a grandson, and had known that the workplace was like a battlefield, and those who could not pretend to be *pushy* could not gain a foothold at all. Thinking of this, a nameless fire stirred up in her heart, secretly annoyed for a while, and finally turned on the TV in an attempt to divert her attention.

She jumped to a few channels in a row, but they were all boring and bloodshed dramas. In the midst of boredom, she searched for a blind date program, not expecting to actually watch it with fascination, leaving today's unlucky encounter behind. The window was half open, she sat on the bed with her legs crossed, and was blown by a sudden cold wind.

At this time, the noodles were cooked, she giggled and inhaled a large mouthful, but actually choked on the spicy oil, her chest cavity burning like a fire like a burning pain. In a panic, she went to take the cup of water by the bedside, not realizing that a stumble would knock the cup over, and the bag she brought back in the afternoon was immediately drenched with water.

Bad luck! She cursed under her breath and picked up the bag to remove the wooden comb inside.

My X, what is this? Seeing the scene in front of her, Fang Jie exclaimed in shock.

The color of the wooden comb held in his hand began to change from transparent crimson to blood red, and the petal-shaped spots on it shone with a strange light. Fang Jie was stunned, thinking that this comb occurred paranormal events, throwing hot potatoes like it dropped it not far away.

The comb was quickly unlit after being thrown to the ground. She stroked her head and tentatively approached it. Remembering the series of bizarre events she had encountered this afternoon, the hair on her back went up and she walked over to it stiffly. However, just when she was less than a meter away from it, her entire body went vertigo, her head felt like it was hardened with several pounds of iron, and kept falling down.

The moment she collapsed, Fang Jie's last thought was: what a fucking ghost!

**

The scent of rose petals filled the air around her as she woke up slowly, the heaviness in her head easing slightly.

After Fang Jie woke up, she never knew that she would be in such a place: foggy, ambiguous lighting, a body with hot proportions slowly appeared out of the mist, and her hidden peaks were full and erect. Oh, fairy.

Fang, where are my clothes? Why did you fall asleep?

Xiao Fang? It was her who was called, I think. She sat up with difficulty, her back breathing hard from the uncomfortable constriction. The wetness of the floor made her feel inexplicably nauseous, and she half bent her knees, her vision obscured by the fog.

The naked fairy gradually approached her. Fang Jie pondered that she really might have arrived at some strange place, and this, well ...... the woman with a C in front of her, might be a beauty skin. Her scalp tingled as she waited for the next moment.

Fang, are you sick? The fairy's voice was a bit childish, and she was probably not very old. Fang Jie was naturally sharp and didn't feel any threat from her, but her legs went weak.

She looked down and saw that she was actually wearing a maid's outfit?

Oh ...... Miss, may I ask where this is? She swallowed, her tone a little unnatural. The fairy had squatted down, her small white hand pressed against her forehead and murmured, No fever oh.

Fang Jie turned her head in embarrassment, her mind already scrambled. She straightened up her face, Miss, please answer my question.

The fairy didn't get angry and tilted her head, I'm Xia Luo Han ah, you don't recognize me? Fang Jie took a closer look, it did look quite pretty, pretty women she knew quite a lot, just ......

Who the fuck knows Xia Luo Han? Wait, Xia ...... Luo Han!

In the end, Fang Jie was dragged out of the luxurious bathroom by the fairy. When she walked to the stairway, it was as if she saw her sixteen year old youth:

The excitement of reading secretly with a flashlight, the smell of yellowed and moldy pages ruffling the nerves of constant excitement, the heartbeat of charming moments, and the sensitivity of the grass. At that time, her father got up to drink water, she hurriedly turned off the flashlight, lying upright. As she lay, there was no movement. When she woke up the next morning, her mother had a gloomy face and a book in her hand: at a young age, how can you read this? What? Who did you learn from, the dead girl next door?

Later, her mother had a fight with the big mom next door. The girl sneaking behind the big mom looked at her with a smug look on her face, her head raised, exactly the same expression she had on her desk at the time.

You haven't seen it, you don't know how fascinating it is. Oh, in the end, you're fascinated too. See, this is youth.

Bang-ja traveled to that year's novel.

Incompetent male counterpart.

Xia Luohan is the adopted daughter of Hei Si Yao; Hei Si Yao is the president of a powerful black and white organization. Xia Luohan is 19 years old, a freshman at St. Cherry's University; Heshyo is 28 years old, an unmarried playboy.

Bang-ja rubbed her hair in an extreme frenzy, so chagrined that she wanted to hit the wall.

As she was dragged up the stairs by Shalohan on her vapid feet, she heard the dominatrix complain to herself, Daddy's not coming home again today. She was expressionless and silent, the bones in her body aching as if she'd been doused with some kind of strong acid, bubbling up and piling up in her throat, bringing on a feeling of vertigo similar to that of drunkenness.

Fang Jie remained groggy until now. She hooked up a dry smile and looked at the visions on the ceiling of that dirty food market, the bald book vendor, and that flowery old book. A number of disturbing factors pulsed through her body, forming an extremely bizarre picture: the book vendor turned into that shopkeeper, sitting in front of the mirror, combing her long, floor-length hair with that damned comb.

She still hadn't digested the fact that she had actually traveled into that book! The presidential novel that had long been thrown away or burned by her mother.

Fang Jie rolled over on one side and flopped down on the quilt, burying her head in it as she began to think quietly.

Combs ...... That comb is definitely the key.

Then she thought of something and rushed to the bathroom in a frenzy. Luckily, though, the woman in the mirror was a familiar look to her: a small nose and face, curved eyes, and a light mole on her left cheek. Fang Jie breathed a sigh of relief, untying the maid's apron that was bound around her waist, propped her hands on the sink, and after splashing a handful of cold water on her face, she didn't raise her head for half a second.

Naturally, her thoughts practically cut across the board: what about her parents in the real world? How would her disappearance hurt the family? Will anyone find out about this? What is the identity of the shopkeeper? And, can this world be broken? Fear and the unknown from a foreign land filled her emotions, and all her organs began to become empty and restless.

The lights flickered on and off. Half an hour later, Fang Jie helplessly dropped her arms and quickly walked out of the bathroom.

The final thought was that no matter what, she had to go back.

**

Early in the morning, before dawn, there were already busy maids in the watermelon patch in the backyard. In the lawn directly in front, no less than ten men were engaged in weeding; the aroma of grass filled the air, awakening the luxurious villa that had been quiet all night.

The butler in the Plum Garden had a very loud voice, and took turns yelling at the servants in charge of the kitchen, which was very loud and powerful.

Fang Jie was lying on her back on the quilt, her posture stiff. When the housekeeper called her, she was clenching her fists, her brows furrowed, and her throat clogged. The temperature of the villa wasn't high, and since she didn't cover herself with a blanket last night, perhaps she caught a bit of a chill.

Why don't you get up? Do you still want your paycheck? The bloated housekeeper gently kicked her body, her voice shaking the sky. Fang Jie jolted awake, thought for a few seconds, and quickly stood up. Last night's clothes had yet to be changed, her calves were tingly, her thighs were stiff, and it took her a long time to slow down before she could move.

Fang Jie looked up at the housekeeper in front of her, quickly matching her identity: Zhang Li, the chief housekeeper in charge of the maid's daily affairs at the Plum Garden.

Oy, the black silk demon who swings for the fences.

What are you looking at, your eyes are going to be smeared with eye poop! Zhang Li narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms, spitting in her face.

Fang Jie secretly thought to herself, in the end, it's the people in the president's article, their language and actions are so exaggerated. She lifted her spirits and straightened her back, deciding to parasitize for a period of time, after which she would find a way to leave. If she could find that comb, her chances of going back might be eighty percent.

Thinking of this, Fang Jie pulled her mouth away, Butler Zhang, I'm really sorry for getting cold last night. Who wouldn't know how to pretend to be a grandchild?

Zhang Li's eyes grew to the top of her head as she let out a humph, Quickly go and prepare breakfast, young master is coming back this morning.

She nodded and ran into the bathroom to clean herself up as fast as she could and walked out of the small room with her apron tied on. There were many maids passing by in the hallway, and Bang-ja caught one of them and asked, May I ask where the kitchen is?

The little maid didn't look more than seventeen or eighteen years old, her eyes wide open, Sister Fang, aren't you specialized in the kitchen? Fang Jie froze for a few seconds. Little Fang? When she thought about it carefully, there was no Little Fang character in that book.

Don't ask so much first, just tell me. However, Fang Jie didn't have time to think so much. She had a serious expression, causing the little maid to nod her head repeatedly.

Straight ahead, then turn left and it's the next staircase. She gestured. Fang Jie thanked her and dragged her heavy steps, one step at a time, towards the kitchen.

Take things as they come and deal with them as they come. She kept chanting it in her mind until her palms gave off a big sweat.

**

When the master of this house came back, there was a hot creature hooked in the crook of his arm. The special thing was convex and curved, with long slender legs, and her face was naturally born in a way that didn't need to be said.

Fang Jie followed the other maids and stood side by side in a corner of the living room, respectfully bowing towards the two men passing by. The man looked exactly like the avatar on the cover back then, and she recalled a classic description: about one meter eighty-five or so tall, with cold but evil eyes, thin lips pursed, angular lines, and an expressionless face that was cold and seductive. Handsome and many gold, walking in the bushes of a hundred flowers, a piece of leaf does not touch the body.

This black silk demon is quite a name.

The large-breasted woman wrapped tightly around him like a water snake must be the female third of this text. Fang Jie vaguely remembers that it seems to be called something na, anyway, it is a vulgar and incomparable name.

Nina, sit on the side. The man's voice was light, but hid a hint of impatience.

At this time, the heroine, Xia Luo Han, came down from upstairs with her school bag on her back, and when she saw the visitor, she happily jumped to his side. Hei Si Yao's expression was doting, Luo Luo, come over for breakfast.

Fang Jie saw Nina's face twist into a bun of jealousy and thought, "Is it necessary to show so much obviousness?

Xia Luo Han was a very naive child, sitting obediently on the dining table, sitting next to Hei Si Yao as always. Her long hair was very soft and smooth, and when she took a closer look, her features were also small and cute, especially those hands, when she held the chopsticks, there was an indescribable ancient style of elegance.

Two women sandwiched a man in the middle, dining in silence. Table manners, which they always observed well.

After the meal was over, Hei Si Yao turned his head, his voice soft, Summer vacation is coming, want to go somewhere to have fun? He was asking about Charlotte Han. Nina clasped her hands to her chest, her eyes glancing away.

Brother Lin is taking me to learn piano.

The nineteen year old girl raised her head, her eyes curved in a smile, her voice sweet, Brother Lin is going to take me to piano lessons. Fang Jie nodded at her fairly good memory and looked up to see Hei Si Yao's face change drastically.

Didn't I say you weren't allowed to associate with him? Taking my words for granted? His attitude changed so quickly that Bang-ja silently waxed over the heroine again in her heart.

Charlotte Han will be abused badly in the later stages, that much she knows.

Nina turned her head slightly sideways, showing a very strong sense of smugness. Xia Luo Han was stunned by him, her eyes red and her tone aggravated, Brother Lin isn't someone else, he's very good to me! I'm all grown up, daddy why do you care about me?

Fang Jie hooked her lips in a smile.

Sure enough, Hes Yao cupped her chin and his tone was cold as hell, Just because you're mine! Nina blushed profusely, but had the good sense not to stick her nose in.

Later, with a deflated mouth and a clear two-finger pinch mark on her chin, Charlotte Han got up and ran outside with her backpack. Nina obediently snuggled over to the man next to her, only to be viciously pushed away. Heshyo grimaced, Get lost, I'll have someone deliver the check to your company. After saying that, he got up and ran towards the door.

Fang Jie took a deep breath.

Through this scene, she realized that, except for her, a non-existent character, everything in the book was going on as it was portrayed in the text. Next, it was probably time for the unlucky male counterpart to make an appearance.

A thousand calls.

Brother Lin!

The man's tall body was bathed in the dim morning light, straight as a soldier. Fang Jie looked over and only felt her heart jump hard. He wore a pair of gold wire glasses, his skin was fair, the lines of his face were soft and nice, and his iron gray suit set off his slender and straight body. However, the look was not as gentle as the one depicted in the book, but instead carried some unknown emotions.

For example, doubt and indifference.

Xia Luo Han stood in the middle of the two men, half a day without saying anything; Nangong Lin was mortared to the side, his expression cold, with no intention at all to go and appease her. Hei Si Yao, on the other hand, grimly pulled the woman with the red nose into his arms and looked at the equally outstanding man on the opposite side: Don't try to get close to her, don't blame me for being cruel if anything happens to the Nangong family.

Nangong Lin frowned as if he had heard something unbelievable, Why would I want to be near her?

Hei Si Yao laughed coldly and said, Don't pretend, she is my woman. Don't think that I don't know what you did some time ago, and to arrive here so coincidentally, I think it must be for the sake of pleasing Luo Luo.

He did not say anything, but was meaningless hmm a sound, and then turned around and left without leaving any residue. Leaving a confused Xia Luohan and reluctant Hei Si Yao, stood in place for half a day did not react.

Fang Jie saved her palms tightly and her backbone went cold for a while. This was different from the bridge in the book. In the original book, Nangong Lin should have confronted Hei Si Yao for a while, so why did he reflect nothing? Thinking about this, she made a bold guess: if the book couldn't follow the original bridge, she might not be able to go back. However, this was only her conjecture; on the contrary, if she could break the course of events, it might be the key to breaking this world.

It was the middle of summer here, and the hall was tuned with the right temperature of cold air, but Fang Jie's back kept sweating, and finally her legs went weak and she almost couldn't support herself. What the hell was she supposed to do? Without a single hint, how the hell was she supposed to go back?

This strange world has no scenery or characters she is familiar with, and she herself is living in the ridiculous maid world with the identity of a stranger. Was she really going to spend her whole life in this world where she didn't know whether it was virtual or real? Her head was dizzy and her heart lost its inherent frequency, and by the time she came back to her senses, the hair on her forehead was already soaked.

In the hall, Pepsi had already left. She stiffened, her face numb, and walked with her fellow maids to their work stations.

The only clue now is the wooden comb.

Fang Jie ran to the watermelon field in the backyard to pick fresh watermelons against the hot sun. The mountains in the distance had a lot of ups and downs, and by the looks of it, this should be the south. If this was a complete world, then she could try to walk out and see if she could find a way home or not.

**

After cleaning the corridor at night, Fang Jie returned to her house, physically and mentally exhausted, lying on the soft quilt on the floor and staring at the ceiling without looking at the ceiling.

Around twelve o'clock, a tiny knock came on the door, and she woke up with a jolt, stroking her dizzy head and resigning herself to opening the door. Outside the door stood Charlotte Han with red eyes and obvious hickey marks on her collarbone.

This is being done by ......

Fang, let me in. She wore a thin nightgown and arched in like a calf. Fang Jie closed the door with a sullen face.

The little girl sat pathetically on the ground and huffed. When reading the book, she actually didn't like this girl too much, always being too soft-hearted and kind, leading to the rise of the female match in the back, and losing a child because of it. But now it seemed that when she was in the middle of it, to the point where she felt it was just that, she was really quite pitiful.

Xia Luo Han is the adopted daughter of Hei Si Yao, who was adopted by him from an orphanage after her family broke up when she was a child. Living in the golden birdcage he had prepared for her, she was unsophisticated and innocent. It was no wonder that she seemed so fragile and crybaby, with a mind like a child's. This is probably due to her emotional flaws since childhood and the inappropriate education of her elders.

Fang Jie squatted down and stroked her soft hair, thinking that she was six or seven years older than her, so she should be comforting and consoling people anyways. She sighed, Ms. Xia, is there anything you can talk to me about?

Xia Luohan looked up, tears being eaten into her mouth, and huffed, Sister Xiaofang, you can call me Xiaohan.

Okay, Xiaohan. She pondered for a while and said, My name is Fang Jie, the Fang of Fang Zheng, the one beside the female character, Jie. In the future, don't call me Xiao Fang, it's weird.

Xia Luo Han nodded, then fell silent again. This girl, seems to be a good person, is a soft persimmon a little. If put aside in the mixed reality of the society, it is estimated that it is a bag that can be kneaded by others. Bun character of people, in society, how can so good mixing it?

He is a beast, he bullied me ....... Half a dozen times, Xia Luo Han said sullenly.

Little girl yo, was molested by her crush, just painlessly scolded him for two sentences, which can be taken seriously? Fang Jie secretly laughed, letting go of her own thoughts, her hands resting on her head, her posture casual.

Young master loves you very much, what are you still counting on?

Xia Luo Han blushed and stammered, Sister Fang, what are you talking about? He doesn ...... t sleep at home every night, and he comes back with all kinds of perfume smells, and, we are impossible, he is my adoptive father.

Fang Jie lost her smile, ''What are you talking about? Aren't you two only nine years apart? Yang Zhenning and his current wife are fifty-four years apart, so what's the big deal? Besides, Heshyo has a lot of power, if he wants to marry you, who would dare to gossip behind your back? Don't you think so?"

She used several questioning phrases in a row, all of which made sense. The authorities were in the dark, but living too entangled was also bitter for the lovebirds.

Xia Luo Han didn't expect her to say that, but seeing that she did have a point, her white cheeks now became like a red tomato.

Seeing her shyness, Fang Jie chatted with her randomly: People like us, who doesn't have to worry about a wood, rice, oil, salt, soy, vinegar, and tea? You say I, monthly salary is so little, but also everywhere people step on the tail. I commute to work every day, squeeze the bus and subway, and look at people's faces, and that's how it is. When I was your age, I was studying abroad alone, doing all kinds of part-time jobs every week, and in the end, the school didn't give me a scholarship .......

Xia Luohan sat next to her, listening mesmerized, and cocked her head, Sister Fang, I didn't know that you've experienced so many things.

Fang Jie looked at her with a smile in her eyes: You say that this life, it is like this, now do not grasp, you have to suffer in the future. Like people to say, treat people don't be too soft, to prevent people from putting cold arrows behind your back, good and social contact. This, take it as a few words of warning from me as a person who has been there. She couldn't say how much she liked Xia Luohan, just that she was bored and in a bad mood right now, so it was good to find someone to chat with.

The girl in front of her, born beautiful, was bound to suffer a lot in the future. Just because of this, she felt pity;in fact, this female lead, is not that good.

How does that work in real life?

Fang Jie regretted for a while after saying those words. By doing so, wasn't this breaking the track of people's lives?

Became the neighbor of the male counterpart

While she was thinking about this, Xia Luohan had already climbed over and hugged her waist, saying in a muffled voice, Sister, no one has ever spoken to me like you do. The people around me, they are either flattering or afraid; Black ...... S Yao, he never refuses to let other people get close to me for half a minute.

Fang Jie was so hugged, some not accustomed to, but look at this little poor part, or hand in hand to teach her: like me, ordinary family out of the personality, although not very sound, but also know some of the world. She went out on a limb and said seriously, He definitely likes you, but for some reason he can't say it out loud. You are still young, have a lot of time to spend, some things don't think too simple.

Xia Luo Han raised her head, her eyes tearful. Just as she was about to open her mouth, the door was rudely and vigorously slammed open, and a grim-faced man stood in the doorway, his body smelling strongly of tobacco, and his chest rising and falling violently along with it.

At that moment, Bang-ja knew she was going to suffer.

**

The next day, she bent over her room to pack her bags, while Shalohan wrung her clothes and wept.

What are you crying about? It's good for me to get out of here; and later, when I get out and have a house to live in, you can always come and play, and I'll teach you to cook. She folded the bedding and turned to the little girl softly.

Charlotte Han pointed at her back, her eyes red, But I caused you to get hurt.

Last night, as soon as Hei Si Yao entered the door, before he could ask a general question, the two of them who were hugging each other separated and picked up Fang Jie and threw her to the side. As a result, she hit the prongs of a side table, and her back swelled up a large chunk.

Fang Jie rubbed her back and secretly cursed a few times in her heart, but her face put on a good-natured face, Rub the medicinal wine and you'll be fine.

Shalohan let out a hmmm, wanting to say something.

What? Fang Jie packed the last piece of clothing and stopped her hands.

What are you going to do in the future? I've got some savings here ...... Want one? She stammered.

Fang Jie raised her eyebrows and waved her hand back and forth, Don't, don't, don't, although you might not be happy if I say this, but I don't want to be seen as a key target by your man again because of you. Xia Luo Han could only stop.

Seeing her look of uneasiness, Fang Jie felt sorry for the girl's kindness and indisputability, but still sighed, Don't I have a skill here? Can I starve to death if I go out?

She broke into tears at that.

Zipping up her zipper, Fang Jie took a deep breath, her mind planning the days ahead. But here, without any diploma, it is also considered an empty talent. Last night, she looked up this Xiao Fang's diary and found that she was an orphan, had never studied, and had come from a factory in the suburbs to work as a maid at Plum Garden at the age of twenty-two, and had only been able to get a foothold here for three years because of her excellent cooking skills. If that was the case, she could try to find a job in a small restaurant.

As she walked out of the gate of the Plum Garden, she raised her head and took a deep breath of the air here, the morning light mixed with the scent of the grass next to her, delighting her body and mind. Fang Jie thought for a moment and made a goodbye gesture towards Xia Luo Han behind her.

Come on, little girl.

**

The man stepped out of the bathroom with a towel tied, his beautiful mermaid line stretching all the way down to just below his stomach. His firm, tight muscles were dripping with water, and his straight legs were strong and powerful. His hair was cut short, his forehead was fair and full, and his sharp eyes were always alert, like a falcon that always lurks in the canyon to hunt, strong, dull, and ruthless.

He turned his back to the mirror, and his back was smooth and even, with all the marks from before. For some reason, the mood was actually a little complicated.

Just then, there came a regular knock on the door, and he got dressed with such speed that it actually took him less than a minute.

The woman has big waves, leaning on the door frame with her hands on her chest, holding a lady's cigarette in her mouth, her eyes like a fox, constantly discharging electricity at him. If this woman is a fox charming girl, it will charm a lot of men.

Who are you? Nangong Lin frowned. He didn't like the smell of smoke or perfume.

Only after so many days you forgot about people? The woman's voice was very coy, during the speech the upper body was intentionally slightly bent, the full breasts immediately revealed a large half, The other day you went to the bar to buy a drink for that little girl who hadn't grown hair yet, or I sent you back. After coming back, we ......

"With a bang, the door closed. Nangong Lin held back the discomfort in his stomach and casually found a towel to wipe his hair.

It seemed that the owner of this body was not as clean as he thought. The woman outside the door, just based on that voice, made him feel sick to his stomach. However, how did she get in here?

Nangong Lin casually raked his short hair, took the keys on the table and went out, not realizing that the woman was still at the door.

Let's make a deal. Her expression was finally slightly normal, but he still detected a few elements of jealousy and hatred. When he was in the military, he was always the first to see the emotions of others. Good at observing, it was probably a professional habit.

The woman put the cigarette out, narrowed her eyes and said, Hes Yao will definitely be my man in the end. How about we work together, you want your Charlotte Han, win-win?

Nangong Lin swept a glance at her like she was a psychopath, then lifted his foot and walked away.

Don't flatter yourself, do you think I don't know what you did to Xia Luo Han behind his back? She yelled at his back. This was a wonderful companion, and it would be good for her to pull the strings.

Nangong Lin, however, did not react half-heartedly and left without looking back, not taking care of her at all.

Su Ya Ying saved her fists tightly, stomped her feet twice in place, and followed suit.

**

People came and went on the streets, and Fang Jie really couldn't see any difference between this place and the real world.The CBD, pedestrian streets, residential areas, and even familiar brands appeared all around. It was like she had arrived in a strange city, only this city, there was no shuttle bus to her hometown.

It was midday, and the sun was so hot that it was almost dizzying. The short sleeves Fang Jie was wearing had long been wet, and it was hard to find a shopping mall entrance, sitting on the steps outside, leaning against the cold air that leaked out to cool off. Summer afternoons were always hypnotizing. She tilted her head and propped it up for a while, surprisingly a little drowsy.

Next to an old man in a white sweatshirt patted her on the shoulder, Little girl, don't fall asleep here, the downtown area is crowded, keep an eye on your luggage.

The voice, as if from the distant past, carried an aura of chaos that startled away the sleepy insects in her body. She rubbed her temples and thanked the boss.

What is this place called, moncler?

The boss asked rather strangely, You don't know? Fang Jie shook her head awkwardly, Hey, hey, first timer.

He didn't ask too many questions, pointing to the bus across the street: Ruiqing City, isn't there an advertisement reflected on the bus? The streets and alleys are full of them, why didn't you look carefully? Little girl, I see you are young, new to society, even the most basic are not paying attention to ......

Fang Jie smiled embarrassedly, her face was sunburned like a monkey's butt, Fuming away, didn't pay much attention. She walked all the way out, her mind was thinking about what to do in the future, and indeed did not focus on this. The old man tsked and shook his head, then asked, Come to travel? Just like what they show on TV, just walk wherever you want?

Sort of. She saw that the oldest man was a good-looking man, so she chatted with the man for a few moments.

Then you have to pay attention, there are many people here, protecting your own finances is the key ...... Hey, don't talk to you, I have to go pick up my grandson, he is in the kindergarten across the street. Still the same sentence, don't trust others easily ah. After saying that, he waved his hand toward her, his wrinkled face smiled extraordinarily kindly.

Fang Jie felt, for the first time, that this world, was not as outrageous as she had imagined.

After saying goodbye to the old man, Fang Jie carried her luggage to a place that sold noodles with mixed sauce.

At one or two o'clock, there was little traffic. The small store is also on the ground floor, stifling heat, she surveyed the surroundings, not bad. The shopkeepers were a couple, sitting at a table rolling out noodles, and immediately greeted her when they saw her coming.

What's to eat? The shopkeeper asked in words with a regional accent.

Fang Jie casually found a table and sat down, Have a dumpling and a bowl of noodles with mixed sauce, don't put onions. She still had her settled salary in her pocket, as well as the money she had saved over the years, not much, but not a lot.

Going to inquire about the rent here later.

**

800 a month, utilities paid for. The landlady wore a flowery silk shirt and held a big fan that she kept fanning her body. Her body was a little fat, and sweat was pouring from her temples; her curly hair was rough, and she had a mole by her mouth, so she looked just like a matchmaker.

This place is on the outskirts of the city, although it is simple, but the good thing is that the furniture and electrical appliances are more complete, and there are also some old people and children around, she thought that the security should not be bad, so basically did not give much thought to it, and rented the house.

Watch out for burglars at night. The landlord counted the deposit she'd paid and said without looking up, But if you need anything you can call the new boy next door, looks like he's got a couple of tricks up his sleeve and a nice muscular body.

Fang Jie nodded her head and smiled, Then Sister Zhang, when I first came here, I'll have to ask you to take care of me in the future. The landlord looked up at her, and her expression immediately became not as detached as it was just now, Little girl learns a thing or two. I like people like you who can act in society by looking at their faces, like those college students renting rooms in the past, full of ancestor-like behavior. I see you work too, right? She put the money in her pocket and made small talk with her.

Been out of work for two years.

What's the deal? The landlord asked with a smile.

I was working at an ad agency, but now, well, I quit and I'm looking for another place.

The landlord patted her on the shoulder, Young people, great momentum, great energy, can take the pain.

She pursed her lips and smiled, feeling for the first time that putting her posture down would bring so much benefit. In the past, she had always felt educated and low-eyed, and she wasn't very good at socializing; now she saw that a kind word or two wouldn't make her any less of a piece of meat.

After carrying her luggage into the house, she took a look around the layout: a wooden sofa, a small four-square dining table, an electric fan on top, and the rest was complete, but it looked old.

It was hard to clean up the room, Fang Jie collapsed on the cot in the bedroom, covered her eyes with one hand, and gloated over her calm behavior these days. The wet, sticky, hot air filled the room like steamed buns; under the hypnosis of the raucous robins that kept chirping in the trees outside the window, all the cells of the body fell into a deep sleep.

Hey, sleepy, tired.

......

After Nangong Lin moved the important things