Big Brother Thinks He's Back in the Game.

"Luckily, I'm not behind bars this time."

Sitting on the sofa in the hotel, Zhao Yan muttered to himself.

Then he unblocked all the numbers he had blocked.

First, he called Chen Yurou.

"Yurou, what are you up to?" Zhao Yan asked.

Chen Yurou said coldly, "Burning paper for you."

"Are you angry?" Zhao Yan said with a mischievous grin.

Chen Yurou snorted coldly, "I'm not."

"Not angry, then you must be sick. I'll give you a shot when I get back," Zhao Yan said seriously.

He hadn't used a certain part of his body for three months.

The gym teacher had said that the human body is like a machine; if you don't exercise for a long time, it will rust.

Chen Yurou was furious, "Zhao Yan, you disappear for three months after sending a short message, block my calls, delete me from WeChat—what do you think I am to you? A plaything?"

"I see you as my wife," Zhao Yan's tone became low and solemn, as if filled with weariness. "There are some difficulties I'm facing. I've already considered you the wife I want to spend my life with, so I've been so casual with you. I didn't coddle you like a little girl because I thought you understood me and could understand my difficulties."

"But now it seems I was wrong, or maybe we just don't understand each other well enough. It was my mistake to trust you too much. Let's just leave it at that and reconsider this relationship calmly. Good night."

After saying that, Zhao Yan sighed and hung up directly. Then he started silently counting in his mind: 1, 2, 3...

"Ding ling ling~ Ding ling ling~"

Three seconds later, his phone rang.

It was Chen Yurou calling back.

Zhao Yan smirked and answered the call.

What's called turning the tables, snatching victory from the jaws of defeat?

"Zhao Yan, I was wrong. I shouldn't have been angry. You must have had your reasons for disappearing suddenly. I shouldn't have thrown a tantrum. Forgive me, I don't want to break up with you. Okay?"

Chen Yurou's voice sounded frantic.

Zhao Yan didn't bother responding and simply exited the call interface to order food delivery, filling his stomach first.

Chen Yurou grew even more frantic, almost crying, "I was wrong, I really was wrong. Zhao Yan, don't ignore me, please. I'm begging you."

"Alas, Yurou, I'm serious. I'm probably going to have to act like this often in the future. It's really not fair to you. I can't hold you back," Zhao Yan sighed heavily while casually selecting food delivery options.

To put it bluntly, this scumbag man was relying on Chen Yurou's fondness for him—those who are favored tend to be emboldened.

If Chen Yurou really threatened to break up with him, then it would be his turn to panic, because a docile, caring beauty like her was so hard to find.

But alas, he was confident that with Chen Yurou's personality and how much she loved him, she would never say the words "break up" to him.

He was that confident, brimming with self-assurance.

Chen Yurou fell silent for a while, then her voice came through, "Okay, let's break up."

Then she hung up.

"Plop!" Zhao Yan's phone dropped straight to the floor. His face froze, looking bewildered. How did this turn out differently from what he had imagined?

Zhao Yan was dumbfounded, "How did this happen? Where did I go wrong? This isn't how the script goes!"

Now it was his turn to panic.

He hurriedly picked up the phone and called back.

A momentary pleasure, but he ended up chasing after his wife in the crematorium!

"Hello, Yurou, let me explain..."

"She doesn't want to listen. She's gone to sleep," came the sardonic tone of Chen Han, her uncle.

Zhao Yan instantly understood, "You instigated this!"

Then he casually started recording the conversation.

"Haha, you got it! It was me. Did you learn your lesson? You little rascal, you finally fell into my hands," Chen Han was so delighted he almost levitated.

Recalling the past when Zhao Yan had conned him, today he finally got a slice of payback—wonderful!

Zhao Yan let out a cold laugh, "By sabotaging me like this, aren't you telling me to go after Susu? But if I really did pursue Susu, how would you deal with that?"

"That's still a long way off. Besides, once you get Susu, I can come lick your boots—it won't be too late," Chen Han said shamelessly. "I'll definitely lick till you're satisfied!"

Zhao Yan: "......"

To be stuck with an equally shameless uncle like himself, he was truly at a loss for words.

"Do you know how much effort I had to put in to pacify my wife after you conned me last time? Now it's your turn to experience this feeling. Hahaha..."

Chen Han gloated maliciously before hanging up.

Listening to the dial tone, Zhao Yan laughed too.

If you don't have an IQ of 250, how dare you try to outwit me?

Oh uncle, uncle, why do you only remember eating but not getting beaten? Why can't you learn your lesson?

About ten minutes later, Zhao Yan called Chen Yurou again, assuming Chen Han had returned her phone by then.

"Speak," Chen Yurou's cold voice came through.

Zhao Yan said, "I didn't expect you to listen to Chen Han. Do you know what he did? He instigated me to pursue a young heiress named Susu."

"That woman could greatly benefit him, and he promised to help me hide it from you."

"But of course I would never agree. Otherwise, I would have already succeeded in pursuing her, given my talents that you're well aware of—it would be easy for me to win over any girl, right?"

"Don't say anything, I'm adding you on WeChat now. Accept my request, I'll send you a recording to listen to."

Then he hung up.

After Chen Yurou accepted his friend request, he sent her the recording of his conversation with Chen Han.

Half an hour later, his phone rang with an incoming call.

It was an unfamiliar number.

But Zhao Yan answered with a smile, holding the phone away from his ear in anticipation.

"Zhao Yan! You son of a bitch! You're too devious! Do you know what I've just been through? I just got beaten up by my wife and kicked out! I'm broke and homeless now!"

At 1 AM on the street, bruised and wearing only his pajamas, Chen Han stood in front of a public phone booth, gripping the receiver as he vented his grievances with curses.

Chen Yurou had confronted Chen Han after listening to the recording, and Chen Han's wife found out about his despicable act, immediately disciplining him with domestic violence.

"Oh, that's truly wonderful news," Zhao Yan said lightly.

"You son of a bitch! Son of a bitch! Son of a bitch!"

Chen Han was too overwhelmed to say anything else.

Zhao Yan said airily, "Why don't you go put up a 'looking for mom' ad for me then? But alas, you're broke now. What will you do tonight?"

"Just thinking about you, my dear uncle, suffering in the cold wind tonight, while I lie on the plush bed of a five-star hotel, keeps me tossing and turning, unable to sleep because I'm just so overjoyed. Hahaha..."

Then Zhao Yan decisively hung up, blocked that number, and barred all incoming calls from strangers.

Next, Chen Yurou called him again.

Pleading pitifully for his forgiveness, and even agreeing to let him "take the unbeaten path, going through the back alley" with her.

But would Zhao Yan ever be that kind of person?

Of course not⁄(⁄⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄⁄)⁄!

Afterwards, the two discussed over the phone about Zhao Yan going back to "give her a shot," shy yet exhilarating.

At 3 AM, a cool breeze blew.

The bruised Chen Han sat dejectedly in the garden outside his own villa, hugging the family dog, repeatedly cursing Zhao Yan's ancestors all the way to the eighteenth generation.

Until he unknowingly fell asleep.