I Treat You as My Sister, But You Want to be My Wife?!

Zhang Tao had been finding the messaging at the other end quite amusing, but suddenly someone came asking about him, and he instantly held back, though he did turn around politely to see who was calling. As soon as he turned, he saw a young girl with heavy makeup, probably just a high school student by her looks, though her attire really didn’t suit her age. With such a tender face hidden beneath layers of makeup, she had effectively concealed the freshness of youth, and the greed in her eyes couldn’t be masked either.

This was a girl who’s already in society, discernible from her dress. Now she was making the first move to talk to him. Did he really look that appealing to such girls? The thought was quite terrifying, but the other party had already approached him directly, and if he didn’t say something now, he would actually have to take her contact information.

So he said, "I’m sorry, but I already have a girlfriend, so I’m not going to add any other girls’ contact information. My apologies." Zhang Tao finished speaking and turned his head away, no longer wanting to deal with her.

But the girl was persistent. It wasn’t Zhang Tao himself she was after, but the pile of luxury goods he was holding that she wanted to show off in a selfie with her milk tea.

She saw this as an opportunity to boast about encountering such a fine man—handsome and wealthy. If she could hook up with him, it would be like hitting the jackpot. So she tried her best to persuade him, hoping to get his contact and perhaps deepen their "relationship"—wasn’t that what it was all about?

"So what if you have a girlfriend?" she persisted. "Does having a girlfriend mean you can’t make other female friends? I think you seem like a great guy, which is why I wanted to get to know you. Your girlfriend won’t be that petty, right? I mean, keeping a normal social distance between us should be fine."

b While saying this, the woman pouted her lips, babbling and acting very aggrieved, as if the man in front of her had wronged her. Zhang Tao couldn’t help but feel goosebumps at her thickly made-up appearance. Help! Who’s going to rescue me? How come some women are so adorable, while others are like this?

"Hey, little brother, you don’t need to be shy. I see you’re carrying so much; you probably need help, right? Let me carry some for you. I’m actually really strong. Why don’t you try me out?" Thɪs chapter is updated by ɴovᴇl(F)ɪre.ɴet

The heavily made-up person said this with a smile, reaching out to take his luxury items without any shame. Zhang Tao was stunned. Hadn’t he already refused repeatedly? Why was this girl so shameless? He couldn’t let himself have any involvement with such people.