“I… got into your car? No way, I remember getting into Di Xihuang’s car,” Huang Tianli said, awkwardly scratching her head.
Extinguishing her cigarette, Ou Xueman stood up, casually sweeping her thick, wavy hair back. “If you hadn’t been shouting that Ou Wen is a big idiot, I would have left you in the parking lot.” Stopping at the kitchen door, she turned back. “Coffee or milk?”
“Ah? Oh, milk,” Huang Tianli replied, surprised. After a moment, she asked nervously, “Do you know Ou Wen?”
A rich coffee aroma wafted from the kitchen as Ou Xueman emerged with a glass of milk. Without directly answering, she said coolly, “I’ve already called Ou Wen. He’ll come to pick you up today,” then returned to the kitchen.
Huang Tianli wanted to thank Ou Xueman but grew suspicious at how easily she could contact Ou Wen. He was the executive director of Di’s Asian region; few could reach him readily. “Are you Ou Wen’s friend?” she asked, recalling that she knew all of Ou Wen’s friends in New York, but this woman was unfamiliar.
Ou Xueman didn’t want to disclose her relationship with Ou Wen. She replied casually, “Sort of.”
Huang Tianli found Ou Xueman’s arrogance irritating and noted her close relationship with Ou Wen, prompting her to reveal her identity.
“Hello, I’m Huang Tianli, Ou Wen’s fiancée,” she said, extending her hand.
Ou Xueman put down her cup, shook Huang Tianli’s hand politely, and replied, “I’m Ou Xueman. Ou Wen told me about your engagement. Congratulations.”
“Xueman?” Huang Tianli exclaimed, surprised.
Ou Xueman raised an eyebrow, “Do you know me?”
Huang Tianli’s expression darkened as she said, “Uncle Ou has been unwell recently, but Ou Wen isn’t worried and is searching for a woman.”
Ou Xueman shrugged, “So what?”
“The strange thing is,” Huang Tianli continued, “he won’t tell me who that woman is. I noticed an unfamiliar number he calls frequently, and it’s linked to someone named Xueman. He avoids the topic whenever I ask, which led to our argument.”
“Oh? Really?” Ou Xueman remained composed.
Huang Tianli was stunned by her calm response.
Could the fox spirit named Xueman be someone else?
“Miss Ou, may I ask if your number is 13xxxxxxxx?”
Ou Xueman answered straightforwardly, “Yes.”
