Chapter 5: Call Me If You Need Anything

The luxurious sedan glided through a row of slightly worn-out shop signs, finally pulling to a stop in a quiet spot.

Passersby glanced at the car, out of place in the neighborhood, but most hurried off.

They had work to get to.

Jiang Chen checked her phone. It was exactly eight o’clock.

After calling her mom, she’d also contacted her homeroom teacher to take the day off. Given her usual stellar performance, the teacher didn’t suspect she was faking illness.

She was just told to rest well.

Her mom was probably still at home. While she was heading back to work, Jiang Chen needed somewhere to kill time.

She stepped out of the car and turned to the person inside.

“Thank you… Sister.”

She nearly slipped and said “President Wang” again.

Wang Ziyue gave a light nod and said, “Hold on.”

She softly instructed the driver, who handed her a pen.

Jiang Chen stood there, watching as Wang Ziyue scribbled on a small card.

“This is my private number. If… you need help, you can call it.”

Jiang Chen took the card with both hands. The front simply read “Wang Ziyue” in three bold characters, while the back listed an email and work number, along with the flamboyant digits Wang Ziyue had just written.

It was minimalist, and Jiang Chen somehow felt it suited Wang Ziyue perfectly.

She watched the car drive off, planning to wander around the neighborhood to let her breakfast settle.

At this hour, the nearby old park should be quiet.

Wearing the lace dress, Jiang Chen strolled toward the park.

The pink hair and black dress were too striking. She lost count of how many people tried to hit on her.

She ignored them, giving each a cold stare, and most backed off.

Jiang Chen perched on a park bench, flipping through her phone aimlessly.

The card in her hand was creased from being folded and unfolded. She considered tossing it but glanced at the sneakers on her feet and decided to keep it.

I need to pay her back. Jiang Chen opened a shopping app to check the price, then froze at the number.

She counted again, unable to believe it. The plain-looking sneakers cost five figures.

Thinking of the suite Wang Ziyue stayed in, Jiang Chen figured this was probably her being low-key.

Better wash them and return them. She locked her phone and looked up at the sky.

“Hey, miss, do you know how to get to Binhe Community?”

Jiang Chen didn’t answer right away. The vaguely familiar voice made her turn.

That one glance sent a chill down her spine.

I need to switch back to my male body… No, wait, not now—huh?

Hold on!

She touched her wrist and realized the wristband was gone.

Wang Yu frowned at the girl before him, her face alternating between pale and flushed. Is asking for directions that scary?

He sighed and pulled out his phone.

It’s this number, right? Wang Yu checked a photo in his album and dialed.

Jiang Chen’s phone suddenly rang, and the two stared at each other.

“You… you—” Wang Yu’s face was full of shock.

He was calling Jiang Cheng, so why was this girl’s phone ringing nonstop?

He hung up and dialed again. Jiang Chen’s phone rang once more.

“How do you have Jiang’s phone?”

Wang Yu didn’t know why, but the girl in front of him commanded an inexplicable respect, making his voice quieter.

Jiang Chen’s face initially showed panic, but she quickly composed herself and stood up from the bench.

Her tall, curvaceous figure and enchanting, sweet face made Wang Yu avoid her gaze.

“Who are you?” Jiang Chen feigned wariness, though her act was full of holes. Luckily, Wang Yu couldn’t meet her eyes.

“Jiang… uh, I’m his classmate. We sit in front and behind each other. We’re tight.”

“Never heard of you.” Jiang Chen took two steps back.

Wang Yu hurriedly pulled out his student ID, thankful he had it on him. Jiang Chen took it, pretending to inspect it closely before handing it back.

“Believe me now? Look, I’m even in my school uniform. But who are you? You’re not Jiang’s girlf—”

“I’m his cousin,” Jiang Chen cut him off. “Yesterday, he left his phone at our place when he visited.”

“Cousin, huh… cousins are great—cough, sorry.” Wang Yu shrank under her glare, swallowing his flirty words.

Why does this cousin have the same vibe as Jiang?

“Since you’re Jiang’s cousin, can you show me the way? I don’t know exactly where he lives.”

“I just called Aunt. He’s at the hospital getting an IV. It might be a while before he’s back.”

“Oh, got it. Thanks for the help.”

Wang Yu seemed to have just stopped by on a whim—likely skipping class at this hour.

Jiang Chen watched him walk away, breathing a sigh of relief. Thank goodness I thought fast enough to cover that.

But as she calmed down, a headache hit.

The wristband’s gone… She wasn’t sure if she’d lost it on the way or at the hotel. Looking at the crumpled card in her hand, she dialed the number on it.

Wang Ziyue was still in the car, staring out the window in a daze until her phone rang, snapping her back.

An unfamiliar number flashed on the screen.

She frowned, about to hang up, but something made her pause.

“Hello.” She answered, and a clear, girlish voice came through, tinged with a sob.

“Sister… I think I lost something. I’m not sure if it’s in the car or at the hotel.”

“No rush, take it slow,” Wang Ziyue said, adding an “ah” for some reason.

Like I’m coaxing a kid.

Jiang Chen described the wristband, and Wang Ziyue responded with a hum. There was a faint rustle, like she was shifting in her seat.

“It’s not in the car. It might be at the hotel. I’ll call them, and if they find it, I’ll let you know.”

Wang Ziyue heard a soft, sticky “Thank you, Sister” from the other end.

Another wave of warmth washed over her.

She immediately called the hotel. She had that suite booked year-round, and housekeeping would likely be cleaning around now.

“Check if there’s a wristband in the room. Mm… send me a picture of it later.”

After giving instructions, Wang Ziyue opened WeChat and entered the phone number.

She hesitated, then labeled the contact “Little Sister.”

The friend request was quickly accepted, and Wang Ziyue forwarded the photo the hotel sent.

“That’s it.”

Jiang Chen let out a relieved sigh, slumping onto the bench.

Thank goodness it was just at the hotel. If I really lost it, I might never change back.

Then Wang Ziyue called again.

“I’ve got some things to handle, so it might be a bit before I can get it to you. Are you free tonight?”

Jiang Chen paused for two seconds before answering.

“I’m free.”

“I’ll have the driver pick you up tonight.”

“Okay… thank you, Sister.”

After hanging up, Jiang Chen frowned in confusion. Couldn’t she just send it by courier?