The Oblivious Supporting Girl's Online Romance - Chapter 2

Now I stared at the incoming call from my online boyfriend.

After a moment’s hesitation, I accepted.

He let out a low gasp, his breathing slightly ragged. “Baby, did you hang up by accident?”

My ears burned. Whenever we called, I always hid beneath my covers and deliberately pitched my voice into a sultry purr—the complete opposite of my usual good-girl image.

It was the voice of an honest woman who had thrown caution to the wind.

Gathering myself, I burrowed back under the blanket and cooed, “Mm-hmm. It was an accident.”

“Baby, you’ve been going for so long today. I’m getting sleepy. Maybe… I should go to bed?”

[Hahaha! I’m dying. She really knows how to torture a man.]

[The male lead is completely lost in it.]

[How can she stop halfway?]

In a negotiating tone, Jiang Tingche said, “Baby, give me twenty more minutes. Then it’ll be exactly an hour.”

I gave a soft hum of agreement.

…

Twenty minutes later, I ended the call precisely on time.

I was panicking a little.

According to the original plan, I would return the account to Xia Yu at work tomorrow. She would take over and meet Jiang Tingche in person. Once I received the rest of my payment, I would bury this secret forever.

Before tonight, I had assumed my online boyfriend was a stranger with no connection to my real life. Now that I knew he was Jiang Tingche, things had become complicated.

A year ago, my lease had expired. Wanting to live close to work, I looked for someone to share an apartment with in an upscale residential complex near the bank.

I went there holding a rental flyer. The advertised roommate was a woman who worked in a nearby office building, but I got off on the wrong floor and rang Jiang Tingche’s doorbell instead.

He had just showered. Dressed in a bathrobe, he opened the door with a cold expression.

“Who are you looking for?”

Jiang Tingche stood six foot three, with the body of a top model. Beads of water slid from his chest to his abs.

How could a good girl like me have been prepared for that sight?

My ears reddened at once. Stammering, I explained, “I… I’m here to see an apartment. I must have the wrong floor.”

Without a word, he shut the door.

The woman seeking a roommate had already found someone. I spent several days searching the complex but could not find a suitable apartment. I could not afford the high rent alone, and my former landlord was demanding that I move out within three days.

One afternoon, I sat dejectedly on a bench in the complex, wondering when I would ever have a home of my own—somewhere no landlord could force me to leave.

Jiang Tingche came downstairs to take out the trash. He looked at me, hesitated, and asked, “Still haven’t found a place?”

“No. My landlord wants me out tomorrow. I’ll keep looking.”

I rose in one determined motion, ready to continue the search.

He stopped me. “I have an empty room. If you don’t mind, I can rent it to you cheaply.”

That was how I came to live in Jiang Tingche’s apartment.

It was a three-bedroom unit decorated in an austere, luxurious style that reflected its owner’s taste. He occupied the primary bedroom, and another room served as his study. The remaining bedroom had a private terrace.

I loved it.

Most important, the rent he quoted was incredibly low—two thousand yuan a month.

In Haishi, an apartment like this in such a prime location rented for ten thousand. Even an ordinary roommate would have paid four or five thousand. Two thousand was practically nothing.

I guessed Jiang Tingche was a wealthy heir who kept a low profile. This apartment was probably just one of many properties he owned. His clothes came from niche bespoke labels and cost over ten thousand per piece. Even an ordinary bottle of body wash in his bathroom cost more than two thousand.

Mine cost only a few dozen yuan.

Once, unable to resist, I secretly tried his. I did not dare use much—just a tiny amount to sample the scent.

That night, even my dreams were filled with the light yet seductive fragrance, as though Jiang Tingche were holding me while I slept…

If I continued living there, the truth about the online romance would eventually come out.

It seemed I needed to find another apartment and move away.