156: Chapter 156 The Contract with a Smell

Chen Yun stood at the door, her face turning pale and flushed by turns, so embarrassed she wished she could find a crack in the floor to crawl into. Compared to the bulky safe in front of her, the messy images that had just been in her mind made her seem both foolish and petty.

Wang Fugui, however, didn't notice the strange atmosphere. He shook his somewhat aching wrists and said to Zhao Yazhi, "It's fixed. Where's the contract? After we sign it, we can haul the cloth away; we still need to get back for dinner."

He only had two things on his mind: moving cloth and eating.

"What's the rush?" Zhao Yazhi gave him a look filled with playful reproach and a hint of unsatisfied resentment. She picked up a prepared contract from her desk and handed it to Wang Fugui. "Here, take a look. If there are no problems, sign it."

Wang Fugui barely knew any characters, so holding the contract was like looking at a book from heaven. He directly shoved it to Chen Yun: "Sister, you look at it."

Chen Yun took the contract and scanned it quickly. She found the terms exceptionally generous; not only was the price ten percent lower than the market rate, but it was also delivery first, payment later, with a monthly settlement. For the cash-strapped Shengfa Factory, this was like a meat pie falling from the sky.

"Boss Zhao, you..." Chen Yun was somewhat incredulous.

"Just consider it my thanks to little brother Fugui for helping me fix my safe," Zhao Yazhi said nonchalantly, though her eyes never left Wang Fugui. "In the future, I'll take care of all the fabric for your Shengfa Factory. As for the price... everything is negotiable."

As she spoke, she walked to Wang Fugui's side and reached out with her hand, which had red nail polish, to seemingly casually straighten the collar of his vest, but her fingers lightly brushed across his burning collarbone.

"However, I have one condition."

"What condition?" Chen Yun asked immediately with vigilance.

Zhao Yazhi's gaze became burning hot as she leaned into Wang Fugui's ear and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "My safe has an old problem; it breaks down from time to time. In the future, you'll have to come over and help me 'fix' it once a week."

She articulated the word 'fix' heavily and lingeringly, full of suggestive hints.

Wang Fugui only felt a puff of hot air on his ear, making it itchy. He instinctively shrank his neck and honestly replied, "Sure, I'm strong, fixing this isn't much trouble."

He didn't catch the subtext at all.

Zhao Yazhi looked at his dense appearance with a mix of love and frustration. Finally, she could only sigh helplessly and shove a pen into his hand. "Fine, sign it."

Wang Fugui took the pen and wrote his name crookedly where Chen Yun pointed.

After the contract was signed, Zhao Yazhi personally saw them to the door and warmly called her workers to help load the fabric from the pallets onto the truck.

As they were leaving, Zhao Yazhi took Wang Fugui's hand and said reluctantly, "little brother, don't forget, I'll be waiting for you to 'fix the safe' next week."

Wang Fugui nodded foolishly.

By the time they hauled the full truck of fabric back to the Shengfa Factory, Lin Xiaocao had long been waiting anxiously at the entrance.

Seeing Wang Fugui and Chen Yun return, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. But as she approached Wang Fugui to help wipe his sweat, her nose keenly caught a scent that didn't belong to Chen Yun.

It was a very strong perfume, cloyingly sweet, mixed with the body scent of another mature woman.

Lin Xiaocao's expression changed instantly.

Her little nose sniffed hard at Wang Fugui, and finally, her gaze fell upon the contract in his hand. That scent was emanating from the contract.

"Brother, what is that... smell on you?" Lin Xiaocao's voice was very soft, but to Chen Yun's ears, it sounded like an alarm.

Chen Yun leaned in as well, took a sniff, and her face turned ashen.

She remembered the cloyingly sweet perfume in Zhao Yazhi's office, remembered the unconcealed look in her eyes when she watched Wang Fugui, and even more so, she remembered her last pointed remark.

"There's no smell," Wang Fugui said, still completely unaware, as he handed the contract to Lin Xiaocao. "Here, look, we have enough fabric to use now!"

Lin Xiaocao didn't take the contract; she merely used two fingers to cautiously pinch a corner of it, as if she were holding something filthy.

Chen Yun snatched the contract away and looked it over again and again, as if trying to find some kind of evidence on it.

"Fugui, let me ask you," Chen Yun's expression was frighteningly serious. "What else did you do with that Zhao Yazhi in the office besides fixing the safe?"

"Nothing else," Wang Fugui said with a dazed look. "Just fixing the safe. That door was really heavy; it took a lot of effort."

"She didn't get handsy with you?"

"Handsy?" Wang Fugui thought for a moment. "She held my hand, and... she touched my neck."

"What else did she say?" Chen Yun's voice already carried a murderous intent.

"She said... she said for me to go back and fix her safe again next week."

"Boom!"

A mushroom cloud exploded in both Chen Yun's and Lin Xiaocao's minds at the same time.

It was over! This fool had been trapped!

"Wang Fugui!" Chen Yun was so angry she called him by his full name. "You pig brain! You've been sold and you're still helping them count the money!"

"Huh?" Wang Fugui was completely bewildered. "Sister, what are you saying? Who sold me?"

"That fox spirit surnamed Zhao!" Chen Yun spun in circles with rage. "Does she really want to fix a safe? She's lusting after your body! She's despicable!"

Lin Xiaocao didn't say a word; she just silently walked into the house, brought out a basin of clean water, and grabbed a towel.

She walked up to Wang Fugui and, without a word, grabbed his hand and began to scrub it forcefully. The force was so great it was like she was giving him a bath, and soon his hand was scrubbed red.

"Grasser, what are you doing? It hurts!"

"It's dirty." Lin Xiaocao kept her head down, her voice muffled. "It has another woman's scent on it; it's too dirty, it must be washed off."

She spoke while scrubbing, and after finishing his hand, she went to scrub Wang Fugui's neck, scrubbing every spot Zhao Yazhi had touched. Tears fell drip-drop into the water basin, creating ripples.

Wang Fugui felt incredibly distressed seeing her like this, and he finally belatedly realized that he seemed to have caused trouble again.

Watching this scene, Chen Yun's anger mostly dissipated, replaced by a deep sense of helplessness.

She knew this wasn't Fugui's fault. He was like a piece of walking tang sanzangs flesh that gave off a fatal scent; as soon as he stepped out, countless female demons would want to take a bite.

It seemed that just guarding against the wildflowers and wild grass outside wasn't enough; she had to find a way to grow the factory quickly and keep this silly bull firmly penned in her own territory.

She looked at the contract in her hand, her gaze becoming complicated. This scented contract, though it solved the immediate crisis, also brought a huge problem.

That woman named Zhao Yazhi would definitely not let things rest.