125: Chapter 125 Jiang Feiyu's Thought Process

Hearing this, Jiang Feiyu swallowed the candied hawthorn in her mouth and blinked:

"Is there? Didn't they just get together a moment ago? Sister Wanqing said she was going to the Refugee Area to collect inspiration for poetry."

"Poetry? That's only enough to fool a simple-minded good girl like you."

A sneer curled at the corner of Shen Lingfu's mouth, hidden away, but her face feigned an anxious look of standing up for her good friend.

She deliberately lowered her voice, leaned into Jiang Feiyu's ear, and said in a mysterious tone:

"Feiyu, I treat you as a true friend, which is why I'm telling you this quietly."

"Yesterday evening, while patrolling at Caishikou, I saw it with my own eyes.

Chen Shanzhi and Ouyang Wanqing were in a remote, dead-end alley, and the two of them were extremely close!

Sister Wanqing even took the initiative to tug on Chen Shanzhi's sleeve, the two of them whispering face-to-face—their behavior was so intimate!"

"Today she insisted on following Chen Shanzhi to the Refugee Area. If there isn't some unspeakable secret in this, I wouldn't believe it even if a ghost told me!"

As she spoke, Shen Lingfu keenly observed Jiang Feiyu's expression.

In her mind, all women were jealous.

Even a foolish woman like Jiang Feiyu, whose brain was filled only with food, certainly wouldn't be an exception.

As long as she knew that her male friend was being snatched away by another woman, she would definitely fly into a rage.

She wanted to use these words to sow discord madly!

As long as she ignited this fire in Jiang Feiyu's heart, with Jiang Feiyu's reckless, hair-trigger personality, she would definitely rush over to cause a huge scene with Ouyang Wanqing.

By then, the Prime Ministers Mansion's young lady and the sole Disciple of the Academy Master would be fighting over a man in the street.

Trapped in the middle, Chen Shanzhi would surely think these two women were simply unreasonable tigresses.

And she, herself, would only need to appear at the right time, holding a cup of hot tea.

And say in the gentlest voice to Chen Shanzhi: "Brother, why are they so unreasonable? Unlike me, who only knows how to care for you..."

This scene is simply perfect!

Thinking of this, Shen Lingfu felt a surge of secret pleasure and continued to up the ante, starting to pressure Jiang Feiyu madly:

"Feiyu, think about it."

"Sister Wanqing is the young lady of the current Prime Ministers Mansion. She has been pampered and precious since childhood, with a very arrogant nature deep down and an extremely strong desire for control."

"If she really gets together with Chen Shanzhi..."

Shen Lingfu paused deliberately, her tone becoming incomparably heavy:

"With her personality that cannot tolerate even a grain of sand, she will absolutely not allow any other women with close relationships to exist by Chen Shanzhi's side!"

"Especially you! You follow Chen Shanzhi around every day, calling him 'Little Chen' all the time."

"If Ouyang Wanqing becomes the mistress of the Zhenguo Marquis Mansion, the first thing she will do is definitely force Chen Shanzhi to cut ties with you!"

"By then, under pressure from the Prime Ministers Mansion, Chen Shanzhi will definitely distance himself from you.

You'll probably never even see him again, let alone follow him around to eat, drink, and play!"

These words were truly heart-piercing.

Shen Lingfu emphasized the words "cut ties" and "can't eat, drink, and play" heavily.

She firmly believed that after unleashing this top-tier 'female rivalry' tactic of a green tea, Jiang Feiyu would definitely break down on the spot.

However, Jiang Feiyu just listened quietly.

"Crunch."

She bit the last candied hawthorn on the bamboo skewer into her mouth.

She even stuck out her pink little tongue and licked the syrup from the corner of her mouth with great reluctance.

"Smack."

Jiang Feiyu casually tossed the bare bamboo skewer into a nearby bamboo basket and clapped her hands.

Then, she turned her head, her clear, large eyes blinking as she looked at Shen Lingfu.

"Lingfu, what you said isn't right."

Jiang Feiyu shook her head very seriously:

"Sister Wanqing is a very good person. Last time during the day off,

she even specially had someone send me two boxes of osmanthus cakes from the Prime Ministers Mansion. They were delicious.

I don't think she is the kind of petty person at all."

Speaking of this, Jiang Feiyu tilted her head slightly, her face full of confusion:

"Besides, if Ouyang Wanqing has secrets with Chen Shanzhi, then so be it.

Why do you insist on telling me these things?"

"..."

The expression on Shen Lingfu's face froze stiffly.

A gust of wind blew by.

She felt as if all her top-tier tea-art had landed on a ball of soft cotton.

With absolutely no rebound force!

Was this woman's brain eaten by a dog?! Is the point really the osmanthus cakes?

The point is that your man is about to be snatched away!

Shen Lingfu took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to curse in her heart.

She thought that she must have been too subtle with her hints just now, and this foolish woman didn't understand.

"Fine, since you're playing dumb, I'll just speak plainly!"

Shen Lingfu simply stopped pretending and took a step closer.

Her beautiful eyes stared fixedly at Jiang Feiyu, her voice lowered, and her tone carried a certainty of seeing through everything:

"Feiyu, don't play dumb with me here."

"Do you dare to say that in your heart... you don't have feelings for Chen Shanzhi?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Jiang Feiyu, who had been carefree just a moment ago, suddenly stiffened.

"Whoosh."

Two extremely obvious blushes, like sunset clouds,

quickly climbed onto her fair, pretty face, and even her small earlobes turned deep red.

"You... what nonsense are you spouting!"

Jiang Feiyu was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, instantly bristling.

Her eyes darted around frantically, her hands nervously twisted the hem of her clothes, and her voice began to stutter:

"Who... who likes that jerk who only knows how to steal my meat buns every day?

I... I don't like him at all!

No, absolutely not!"

Looking at Jiang Feiyu's standard, bashful reaction of trying to cover up the truth,

Shen Lingfu sneered in her heart.

Sure enough!

Little thing, with your level, you dare to hide your thoughts in front of me?

I can see right through you!

"Still saying no? You're blushing so hard you're about to bleed."

Shen Lingfu's mouth curled into a triumphant arc, and she continued to launch psychological attacks madly:

"Feiyu, even I can tell you like him.

Do you think that with a woman as smart as Ouyang Wanqing, she wouldn't be able to tell?"

"Why is she suddenly taking the initiative now, even willing to go to a dirty and smelly place like the Refugee Area?

I think she is guarding against you!"

"She wants to seize the initiative before you do!"

Shen Lingfu stepped forward and affectionately took Jiang Feiyu's arm.

With the appearance of a caring big sister, she brainwashed her persuasively:

"Us women, when facing the man we like, we must take the initiative to fight! To snatch!"

"If you keep eating so foolishly, Chen Shanzhi will sooner or later be completely captivated by Ouyang Wanqing.

By the time the rice is cooked into porridge, you won't even have a place to cry!"

"Listen to me, hurry up and chase after him, snatch Chen Shanzhi back!"

These words were impassioned and highly inflammatory.

But after hearing this, Jiang Feiyu frowned.

She broke free from Shen Lingfu's arm, her eyes full of confusion.

"No..."

Jiang Feiyu scratched her head, her face full of clarity and innocence:

"Even if Sister Wanqing really gets together with Chen Shanzhi, why would she have to force Chen Shanzhi to cut ties with me?"

"Chen Shanzhi is a living person, not a puppet on strings.

He values loyalty above all else; how could he ignore me, a brother who has been through life and death with him, just because of a woman?"

"Lingfu, you are completely worrying for nothing, or rather, you are alarmist.

Chen Shanzhi is definitely not the kind of person who forgets righteousness for lust!"

Jiang Feiyu said this decisively, full of blind trust in Chen Shanzhi.

"..."

Shen Lingfu was stunned for a moment; this time she really couldn't hold it together.

She felt the blood vessels in her brain throbbing, and a deep sense of powerlessness welled up in her heart.

How exactly did this Jiang Feiyu's brain grow?