Do You Remember That Thing Yesterday (24)

But before Yan Chen could act, a knock came from outside the stall.

Li Jiaojiao’s heart skipped a beat, and she forgot all about her embarrassment.

Still, there were other stalls available—why did they have to knock on this one?

Of course, this was all An Xiaowei’s doing.

Having set up the female antagonist and the male lead, she couldn’t bear to let the cliché drama go to waste.

An Wan had heard every word exchanged between Yan Chen and Li Jiaojiao.

She pressed a hand to her chest, feeling a heart-wrenching pain. She could hardly believe the man flirting with another woman in that stall was her beloved husband.

The voice was unmistakably his.

No wonder… no wonder he had stepped out. He must have seen his girlfriend out with another guy and gotten jealous.

An Wan’s beautiful eyes blurred with tears, her vision swimming. The girl beside her pulled her out of the restroom.

"It can’t be his fault. That girl must have seduced him."

An Xiaowei spoke expressionlessly, even stealing An Wan’s own self-comforting words.

An Wan struggled to catch her breath, wiping the dampness from the corners of her eyes. Two minutes later, she saw Yan Chen leading Li Jiaojiao out of the stall.

Li Jiaojiao clung to Yan Chen like a delicate bird, nestling against his chest. The moment she spotted An Wan, she quickly lowered her head and hid behind him.

Before An Xiaowei could say anything, An Wan—unable to take it any longer—trembled, tears streaking down her cheeks as she broke down and ran away.

She had only gone out to film a drama, never expecting her husband would cheat on her.

She couldn’t accept it.

An Xiaowei glanced at the message Lin Zixuan had sent.

"I’m here."

"Time for your grand entrance," An Xiaowei murmured, pressing her lips together.

There was no better moment for Lin Zixuan to appear than now, when An Wan needed comfort the most.

An Xiaowei cast a look at Li Jiaojiao and Yan Chen, tilting her head slightly with a faint smile.

"Hmm, not bad."

Yan Chen wasn’t sure if it was mockery or something else, but he’d recognize that girl even if she turned to ashes—An Xiaowei!

An Wan’s younger sister!

This was all her scheming.

"System, I’ve been played," Yan Chen gritted his teeth in frustration.

But the system ignored him—or rather, couldn’t be bothered.

It never expected the male lead to be such an idiot, throwing away the prize for a petty gain. No matter how good Li Jiaojiao was, she could only ever be a side piece. Who in their right mind would cheat right in front of their wife?

Was this even a sweet romance anymore?

The system was practically fuming at Yan Chen’s stupidity.

"Do what you want. The best energy source in this world is An Wan."

"Is that all? Nothing else?" Yan Chen wasn’t dumb—An Wan would never forgive him.

"Oh, there’s more. A man, if you’re interested," the system scoffed.

Yan Chen’s face darkened. He preferred curvaceous beauties—what use did he have for a man? Flat as a board front and back, where was the fun in that?

Yan Chen hadn’t expected a single misstep to cost him billions—no, hundreds of billions.

The thought only deepened his hatred for An Xiaowei.

But An Xiaowei paid no mind. She was busy with the main mission.

Yet despite orchestrating such an elaborate scheme, the main mission progress had only increased by 10%.

Just enough to reach 90%.

Like some kind of bug.

"Si, are you malfunctioning?"

"Not at all. Unless the female lead gets together with someone else—marries them and consummates the union—there’s still a chance for the male lead."

An Xiaowei: ?

This was beyond her expertise.

But it did align with novel logic.

"Si, is this just an excuse for you to watch something steamy?" An Xiaowei suspected the system had ulterior motives.

And involving her own sister, no less.

This system was seriously shady.

"No. If the female lead remains ‘pure,’ the male lead retains infinite possibilities. I’m telling the truth—I’m a system. I don’t lie."

An Xiaowei was once again grateful she’d prepared Lin Zixuan as a backup.

Hopefully, he’d be smooth enough to win over the girl.

She’d thoroughly vetted him—decent guy, good family background. Originally, An Xiaowei had planned to take An Wan back to the An family to reclaim her status, but with Lin Zixuan around, she’d leave the affection boosting to him.

Now, what exciting mischief should she stir up next?

"Your graduation thesis isn’t finished yet," Si reminded her, instantly killing her fun.

Damn it.

This system was the worst.

An Xiaowei had no choice but to head to the university library, borrow a stack of references, and return home to work on her thesis.

The first draft alone required 15,000 words. An Xiaowei felt her delicate, flower-like hands were about to be ruined by the keyboard.

Still, thanks to Ning Moqing’s supervision, her thesis was in decent shape—just needed some polishing.

"Ugh, I never even wrote a thesis in my past life," An Xiaowei grumbled to Si as she suffered through student life.

"Don’t worry. With me here, the more skills you master, the faster you’ll complete missions."

At Si’s words, an image flashed through An Xiaowei’s mind—a gentle, refined face.

Ning Moqing.

Thinking of her, An Xiaowei felt a pang of irritation. She was usually carefree, but now she faced a dilemma.

Namely…

whether she should take responsibility for Ning Moqing.

Then again, the question was almost laughable—wasn’t it Ning Moqing who should be taking responsibility for her?

They’d agreed to just break up couples, so how had she ended up entangled with the female lead’s agent?

An Xiaowei hammered away at the keyboard.

Just as she finished the draft, a message from Ning Moqing popped up.

"Done yet?"

An Xiaowei’s heart leapt into her throat.

She replied with a single period, signaling she was still alive.

Ning Moqing, unfazed, responded with casual ease, as if discussing what she’d eaten for lunch.

"Do you remember what happened yesterday? The part where you cried."

An Xiaowei: ?

Thanks, but no thanks. She didn’t recall.

Except she did—vividly—how she’d sobbed and curled up against the headboard. So humiliating.

Damn it all.

An Xiaowei almost wished she could sharpen her knife on the culprit.

"I’ve thought it over, and we should address this properly. As for Xu Ya, she’s considering proving her innocence by running into tofu."

An Xiaowei didn’t find the joke funny.

But wait—

Xu Ya was responsible?

No, Xu Ya must have accidentally left the drugged milk in the fridge before she could dispose of it, and Ning Moqing had handed it to her without realizing.

"How do we resolve this?" An Xiaowei asked timidly, still aching from the aftermath, too scared to even think about revenge.

A long silence followed. An Xiaowei stared at the "typing…" status for a full minute, wondering if Ning Moqing was drafting an essay. Finally, the message arrived.

"Let’s be together."

An Xiaowei looked down—not in fear, but to search for her jaw, which had just hit the floor.