Chapter 8: I Know Xu Ying Is A Good Girl

After the “sprained ankle incident,” Xu Yinsheng became even more reclusive.

They say a broken bone takes a hundred days to heal, and he planned to spend the remaining two years of his male life cooped up at home.

As for what happens two years later, that’s not something someone who advocates a “live for today” lifestyle should consider.

Enjoying life now is what truly matters.

Just like that, he spent another week holed up in his villa, declining several wingman invitations from his rich kid circle.

Every day, he experienced the gender transformation, and by the way, he also researched his body, which felt like that of a hentai female protagonist.

During this time, Zhao Yicheng called him, wanting to meet to discuss some important matters about “Xu Ying.”

Of course, for this good brother who wanted to cuckold him, Xu Yinsheng decisively gave him the cold shoulder, mumbled a few perfunctory words, and hung up.

And then, well, “good brother” Zhao Yicheng paid him another visit.

“Come, come, top-grade Longjing tea.”

Xu Yinsheng looked at his good brother sitting opposite him and politely got up to pour a cup of tea.

“You came to visit without notice, I didn’t prepare anything.”

If he wouldn’t go out, Zhao Yicheng would come in.

Damn it, I should have made the password more complex!

Zhao Yicheng used the teacup lid to brush away the top layer of foam from the tea, blew on it, and took a small sip.

“Xiaoyin, the villa’s password has been changed.”

For some inexplicable reason, Xu Yinsheng detected a hint of sourness in his tone.

He didn’t think much of it, chugging down half a cup of Longjing tea like a cow chewing peonies, and nonchalantly said, “Yeah, A-Ying said the previous password was too simple, not safe.”

Not safe?

Not safe?

After all these years, she suddenly says ‘not safe’?

Who does that woman consider an unsafe factor?

He tightened his grip on the teacup, and the cup trembled slightly.

A chilling glint flashed in Zhao Yicheng’s eyes.

Have they already progressed to using affectionate nicknames with each other?

This is… (he ground his teeth fiercely) …good!

“Is sister-in-law home?”

Zhao Yicheng looked around the living room kindly.

“She went out to buy clothes. You know women, right?”

She took two of his apartments, still has the nerve to stay here, and even uses his brother’s money to buy clothes!

Greedy, so greedy!

Zhao Yicheng felt he couldn’t tolerate it anymore.

He had planned to take things slow, but at this pace, his best friend would probably turn into a “Boiled Lamb” soon (a Chinese internet slang term for someone who is taken advantage of easily, like a sheep ready to be slaughtered).

He pulled out a black voice recorder from his briefcase and placed it on the table.

“Let me show you something.”

He turned on the player.

Inside was a recording of an ambiguous conversation between a man and a woman.

First, a man’s deep, hoarse voice. “Am I better, or is Xu Yinsheng better?”

“You are.”

The woman’s voice here was very clear; it was “Xu Ying’s” voice.

“Do you like me, or do you like him?”

“I like you.”

“Why are you approaching him? Is it for money?”

“I’m doing it for money.”

The recording abruptly stopped here, but it left immense room for imagination.

If Xu Yinsheng were truly a man—no, if he truly had a girlfriend named “Xu Ying”—after listening to this recording, he should be utterly disappointed in her.

But “Xu Ying” was himself, and… Xu Yinsheng glanced at Zhao Yicheng sitting opposite him. The male voice had been blurred. If he weren’t the person involved, he would never guess the true identity of the other man.

A week ago, in his villa, Zhao Yicheng tried to pay off and cuckold his nominal girlfriend.

A week later, he came back with an illogical recording to sow discord.

Indeed, you can know a person’s face but not their heart.

He didn’t want such a “good brother” anymore.

“Xiaoyin, actually, I shouldn’t tell you this directly, but…”

Zhao Yicheng said with a pained expression, “I just wanted to investigate sister-in-law’s true identity.”

“But I never thought… that sister-in-law would be like this… Sigh!”

A strong, powerful hand patted Xu Yinsheng’s shoulder.

Zhao Yicheng sighed, “Xiaoyin, find someone else. I’ll introduce you.”

Xu Yinsheng.

With acting like this, it’s a real shame you’re not an actor winning awards.

Xu Yinsheng simply stood up, looked directly into Zhao Yicheng’s dark eyes, and said earnestly,

“Old Zhao, I know Xu Ying is a good girl.”

This was the first time Zhao Yicheng had seen such a serious Xu Yinsheng.

His heart skipped a beat; something unpleasant seemed about to happen.

“She told me about your situation.”

“I know good girls like Xu Ying are rare in this world. I can also understand the restlessness in your heart, seeing a quality woman for the first time after years of abstinence.”

Xu Yinsheng spoke with a tone that implied, “I understand you, I sympathize with you, but I won’t forgive you,” which made Zhao Yicheng grind his teeth.

That bad woman played the victim first!

“As a friend, I hope you maintain some proper distance.”

He leaned down to add a little tea to Zhao Yicheng’s half-empty cup, then said lightly, “Finish this cup of tea, and then you should leave.”

With that, he put down the teapot and walked towards his bedroom.

“Xiaoyin, listen to me!”

Seeing his decade-long friendship about to shatter completely because of a bad woman, Zhao Yicheng reached out to grab him, but Xu Yinsheng deliberately avoided his grasp.

Seeing him walk away, Zhao Yicheng quickly chased after him.

Then… he saw Xu Yinsheng trip over his own feet and fall flat.

“Hiss!”

“Sprained my ankle,” Xu Yinsheng gasped.

The sprain from a few days ago hadn’t healed, and now he sprained it again today.

Zhao Yicheng was truly his jinx.

“Xiaoyin! Xiaoyin, are you okay?”

Zhao Yicheng quickly knelt beside Xu Yinsheng, gently holding his injured ankle.

Seeing his ankle swollen, he quickly picked him up and carried him to the sofa.

He then found Yunnan Baiyao (a traditional Chinese medicine for injuries) from a nearby cabinet, took off his shoe, and applied it.

Looking at the man kneeling before him, Xu Yinsheng felt a little dazed.

This man, his brother since childhood—they had skipped classes together, gotten into group fights together, flamed teammates in games together, and cursed the cafeteria together.

Although they now held different statuses, did he really have to cut ties with him over a character he had fabricated?

“Feeling better?”

Zhao Yicheng asked, concerned, his eyes intently fixed on him.

“Mm, much better,” Xu Yinsheng nodded.

He wiggled his foot, drawing Zhao Yicheng’s gaze.

After multiple gender transformations, now, besides that one part, other parts of him were curvy where they should be, and plump where they should be.

He usually wore oversized clothes to hide it.

If he were to put on women’s clothes, he would be a beautiful cross-dressing woman.

“Um, Old Zhao, about Xu Ying…”

He opened his mouth, wanting to say that everything he said before was out of anger, that they were still good brothers, and if he was truly desperate, he could recommend a few “cups.”

Zhao Yicheng ground his teeth, knowing that without a proper reason, this recording would always be a hurdle between them.

Bad woman, just you wait!

“Yes, I do like Xu Ying, but I promise I’ll compete fairly from now on and won’t use my previous despicable methods.”