My Virtual Girlfriend-Chapter 329: Zhao Ying’s Worldview Is Shattered

Chen Yan’s complex was considered one of the most upscale on Qin Island. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be so expensive.

Thus, the greenery coverage was remarkably high. Coupled with separate routes for pedestrians and vehicles, walking in the complex felt like strolling in a park—delightful and refreshing.

Yet previously, Chen Yan had always commuted to and from work via the underground garage and had barely wandered around the complex, unaware of its beauty: a common situation for many urban office workers.

After leaving the complex and reaching the gate, he greeted the security guard and left through the main gate.

Just as he exited, Chen Yan saw Zhao Ying.

Zhao Ying looked unusually different tonight.

Perhaps because it was a cold winter evening, she had donned the military coat Chen Yan had bought for her.

Her face was flushed from the cold; she was huddled up, hands tucked into her sleeves, crouching by a flowerbed, poking at something. She resembled a homeless person...

It was a stark contrast from her radiant appearance at the He family banquet.

When Chen Yan left the complex, the security guard kept watching her with a wary eye.

Upon noticing that Chen Yan had also seen Zhao Ying, the guard whispered a warning, "Brother Chen, that person seems odd."

"She’s been here for several days now. Can’t be driven away. Just stays there. Really weird."

"Be careful."

Chen Yan: ...

Chen Yan forced a smile, "Thanks."

After speaking, under the guard’s watchful eye, Chen Yan walked up and also crouched down...

"Brother Ying, what are you doing?"

Hearing Chen Yan’s voice, Zhao Ying looked up, joyfully saying, "Chen Yan, look, there’s a worm here."

Chen Yan: ...

...

Meanwhile, in the house next to Chen Yan’s, Yang Rou’s home.

Although it was already 3 a.m., there was a faint light still on in Yang Nuannuan’s room.

Inside, Yang Nuannuan, wearing glasses and with a laptop on her lap, was looking up information on financial management.

She had been waiting for that scammer.

But one day, two days, three days... Over a dozen days passed, and she still hadn’t seen the scammer come online.

This led her to suspect whether the man was really a scammer who might have been arrested by the police during a scam, hence his inability to reply to her messages.

Faced with the continued absence of a reply from the scammer, she had no choice but to delve into financial management again.

After all, it was her who had carelessly done something wrong and "stolen" Qiao Qiao’s money. Now filled with regret, she couldn’t let Qiao Qiao down...

However, achieving stable financial management with high returns was incredibly difficult.

Even though she seemed to have a knack for it, progress was unsatisfactory, leading her to study into the wee hours...

Today was no exception. At 3 a.m., she was still burning the midnight oil.

As she was engrossed in her research, suddenly, her phone chimed, "Ding dong~"

A message arrived.

Yang Nuannuan casually picked up her phone for a look.

Initially, she planned to continue her financial research after reading it.

However, the moment her eyes landed on the screen, her expression changed.

Because she saw a QQ message from "The Worst Woman in the World!"

’Is that the scammer uncle?’

’He replied to my QQ?!’

Yang Nuannuan quickly unlocked her phone, opened QQ, skimmed through the "uncle’s" message, and hastily replied. Then, she patiently waited.

However, strangely, even though the scammer uncle had just replied to her, after she hastily responded, he did not reply again.

Just like the previous month, Yang Nuannuan’s reply once again seemed to have sunk into the ocean...

After waiting a while without any response, Yang Nuannuan, somewhat annoyed, thumped her bed.

Then she thought about it, picked up her phone, and prepared to get up and go to the living room to pour herself a cup of coffee, ready for a long haul.

Although the scammer uncle had not replied to her, she still held a glimmer of hope.

Perhaps the uncle had something urgent, and she would just have coffee and wait for a bit, maybe then she would get a reply.

After all, if she went to sleep and missed the uncle’s reply and had to wait another dozen days, Yang Nuannuan would be devastated...

...

Under the peculiar gaze of the security guard, Chen Yan covered his face and pulled Zhao Ying by the sleeve into the complex.

He truly admired Zhao Ying.

This girl definitely lacked a screw in her head; she was carefree and didn’t mind the world’s scrutiny. What was most amusing was that she easily got absorbed into very odd things.

The result was that she always ended up creating embarrassing situations like tonight...

Dragging Zhao Ying inside the complex, they walked a few steps when Chen Yan stopped, looking uncertainly at Zhao Ying, "Brother Ying, where are we going?"

Now devoid of the silliness of poking at bugs, Zhao Ying seemed much more normal. Unconcerned, she said, "Let’s go to your place. It’s easy for walls to have ears outside~"

Chen Yan hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

Leading Zhao Ying to his apartment building, they boarded the elevator.

The elevator rose, and after a moment, the doors opened.

Upon the elevator doors opening, Chen Yan led Zhao Ying to his apartment door.

Opening the door, Chen Yan brought Zhao Ying inside.

But just as he was about to close the door, that sense of being watched that had vanished months ago suddenly returned.

Chen Yan’s brows furrowed slightly.

He suspiciously looked at Yang Rou’s and Yang Nuan’s place across the way but didn’t notice anything unusual.

’Is Nuan Nuan observing me again?’

Chen Yan wondered for a moment but then dismissed the thought: After all, it was already past 3 a.m.; Yang Nuan was probably asleep by now...

...

Having entered Chen Yan’s home, Zhao Ying took off the army coat, then rubbed her hands together, happily saying, "It’s much warmer at home."

Chen Yan poured her a cup of hot water, responding, "Of course."

"Still, you’re amazing for actually waiting outside for me several nights."

Zhao Ying "humphed" and, looking at Chen Yan, said, "It’s all because you’re too dumb! If you had guessed my hints, would I need to wait so many days?"

"If only you had seen ’Journey to the West,’ you should have guessed that I was hinting you to come out at night!"

Chen Yan: ...

Even if I had guessed that you were hinting me to meet at night, I would never have guessed your hint meant 2:50 a.m., okay!

Only your unique brain circuit could come up with that solution!

Chen Yan had a million grievances he wanted to vent, but he didn’t know where to start.

So, he simply pretended not to hear Zhao Ying’s topic and asked directly, "So, why did you go through all this trouble to call me out? Don’t tell me you just wanted to exercise in the middle of the night."

When Chen Yan brought up serious matters, Zhao Ying put her hands behind her back, lifted her head, and said, "Of course not. Am I that boring?"

Chen Yan: cough cough...

Zhao Ying, looking at Chen Yan, said, "After these few days of testing, I think you have a bit of talent."

"Although..." she indicated with her fingernail, "just a tiny bit."

"But still! Since we are buddies, I’ve decided I’ll officially take you as my disciple!"

Chen Yan looked at Zhao Ying.

So... this is the so-called "I think of you as a buddy, and you want to be my master"?

Thinking this, Chen Yan said, "I refuse."

Now it was Zhao Ying’s turn to be surprised.

Clearly, with her somewhat slow brain, she had never considered being refused as an option.

Surprised, she looked at Chen Yan, asking, "Why?"

Chen Yan said, "Brother Ying, although I’m interested in martial arts, it’s just an interest."

"I have no intentions of pursuing a career in it."

He added, "You know how busy I am. I have to deal with the affairs of several companies every day. After work, I still have work."

"Finding even a little time to exercise with you all is my limit!"

Zhao Ying opened her mouth, looking at Chen Yan in shock.

Chen Yan was unsure of Zhao Ying’s thoughts, so he simply activated "Headphones" to hear Zhao Ying’s inner thoughts.

Then...

All he heard echoing beside his ear was Zhao Ying’s murmuring,

"Oh my God. He actually refused martial arts?"

"How can there be people in this world who would refuse martial arts?"

"Oh my God. Oh my God. He’s a weirdo!"

Chen Yan: ...

Great. Not a single word of his explanation got through.

After Zhao Ying snapped back to reality, Chen Yan explained once again, then looked at the time and sent her off.

Thus, after waiting three nights, Zhao Ying, wrapped in her army coat, left Chen Yan’s home, seemingly devastated that "someone in this world would actually refuse martial arts"...

She felt that Chen Yan was truly a weirdo.

Different from everyone else...

A complete oddity.

Relieved to have finally sent Zhao Ying away, Chen Yan exhaled.

He had initially thought Zhao Ying had discovered the death of Zhao Xuan and wanted to chat about it in the middle of the night.

Before going, he was even prepared to be severely beaten by Zhao Ying; unexpectedly, he had just worried too much...

Chen Yan shook his head indifferently: Practicing martial arts was impossible, and it would never be a part of his life.

Life was so fantastic, and there were shortcuts, so why torture oneself by practicing martial arts?

Wasn’t the Constitution Potion alluring enough?

Thinking this, Chen Yan tidied up a bit, preparing to go to bed.

Before going to sleep, he habitually picked up his phone for a look, only to find that several notifications had popped up.

The first was a notification from the "Virtual Girlfriend" game...

...

Relieved to have finally sent Zhao Ying away, Chen Yan exhaled.

He had initially thought Zhao Ying had discovered the death of Zhao Xuan and wanted to chat about it in the middle of the night.

Before going, he was even prepared to be severely beaten by Zhao Ying; unexpectedly, he had just worried too much...

Chen Yan shook his head indifferently: Practicing martial arts was impossible, and it would never be a part of his life.

Life was so fantastic, and there were shortcuts, so why torture oneself by practicing martial arts?

Wasn’t the Constitution Potion alluring enough?

Thinking this, Chen Yan tidied up a bit, preparing to go to bed.

Before going to sleep, he habitually picked up his phone for a look, only to find that several notifications had popped up.

There was a reply from the previous married woman author and a notification from the "Virtual Girlfriend" game...