Chapter Sixty-Two: In Truth, She’s Quite a Good Person!

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Wang Zheng scrutinized the woman, his gaze enveloping her entire figure as he searched for a flaw, striving to pierce through the haze and reveal her true identity.

"Please leave. This is my home!" the woman said loudly, glaring at Wang Zheng. The sudden presence of a man in her house—one who had inexplicably lectured her—made her feel extremely disgruntled.

"Your home? Who can prove that?" Wang Zheng sneered, his tone dripping with sarcasm. This female agent really played her part well—her acting was impressive, but unfortunately, this wasn’t Hollywood and there would be no awards for her.

"You...!" The woman was so angry at Wang Zheng’s words that she glared at him furiously. Suddenly, she moved to the bed, dragged out a large suitcase, and from it produced several booklets, tossing them at Wang Zheng. She spoke curtly, "These are the property deed and the ownership certificates. They all prove I’m the owner here, and I’ve lived here for two years. All the neighbors upstairs and downstairs know me!"

Wang Zheng examined the photo on the certificate, comparing it carefully. The woman in the photograph wore oversized black-rimmed glasses and had a thick braided pigtail draped over her shoulder—she looked like a simple country girl, naïve and unremarkable. Looking at her now, she had switched to rimless glasses, her hair falling elegantly over her shoulders, and wore a tailored suit that accentuated her intellect. Truly, as the saying goes, fine feathers make fine birds—a change of attire and she was unrecognizable from the awkward girl who, just moments ago in her underwear and glasses, had seemed nothing but a voyeur.

"Is this really you in the photo? You don’t look alike at all," Wang Zheng asked skeptically, though he was already convinced the woman was the same person. Still, to be safe, he decided to test her.

"Of course it’s me! Girls change a lot as they grow—look better and better. That photo was taken three years ago. I don’t blame you; no one ever believes it," the woman replied proudly, her chest thrust forward as if flaunting her transformation.

From ugly duckling to swan? Or from a plain hen to a phoenix?

After his observations, Wang Zheng was fairly certain the woman before him wasn't sent by the organization to monitor him—her emotional reactions made that clear.

"Your name is Zhang Miaomiao?" Wang Zheng asked.

"Can’t you read? Isn’t my name right there on the property deed?" The woman’s tone was sharp; now that the misunderstanding was cleared, her confidence returned. After all, Wang Zheng had trespassed into her home.

"Of course I can read. I was just afraid of mispronouncing it—imagine calling you ‘Caterpillar,’ how awful would that be?" Wang Zheng returned her documents, finally resolving the misunderstanding.

"You’re the caterpillar!" the woman snapped. "Now will you leave?" She stood before him with a victor’s posture, looking down at him. Not only was she a voyeur and a glasses-wearing intellectual—she also had a commanding, almost queenly demeanor that could not be underestimated.

"You’re not a caterpillar, but that’s no excuse for you to be peeping, is it?" Wang Zheng said coolly. He reclined on the bed, adding, "Come on, give me a reasonable explanation, or I’m staying here tonight!"

After all, going home meant being alone; he might as well spend some time discussing voyeurism with this curious woman—it could be a way to kill boredom.

"I didn’t even see anything—why are you making such a fuss? Get off my bed and leave!" Zhang Miaomiao protested, exasperated by the man lounging so shamelessly in her room.

"If you weren’t peeping at me, then how did you know I live with Su Xue and Chu Jun? Both are public figures—imagine the rumors if word got out!" Wang Zheng said, "By the way, what’s the best way to keep a woman’s mouth shut forever? I think the TV says only the dead keep secrets..."

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"You...!" Hearing Wang Zheng’s words, Zhang Miaomiao immediately retreated, putting distance between them, clutching a magazine in her hands. Her voice trembled, "Y-you... what are you trying to do? Are you going to kill me?"

"I’m just talking, look at you—scared stiff. Besides, I’m a good person. But... as for your peeping, I won’t let it go so easily!" Wang Zheng rolled over, burying his nose in the quilt and inhaling deeply. Yes, it was definitely the scent of an eccentric woman.

"I really only saw it by accident. But don’t worry, I won’t tell a soul. Keeping secrets is one of my many virtues, you can rest assured!" Zhang Miaomiao promised. Her only thought now was to get this man out of her house as quickly as possible, and preferably without alerting anyone else. If people found out about her voyeuristic habit, not only would she be subject to odd looks, but there’d be a run on curtains in the whole neighborhood, making her hobby much more difficult.

"These days, people’s words are as cheap as the wind. Promises mean nothing..."

"What, do you want me to write a confession for you?" Zhang Miaomiao frowned. This man was insufferable—annoying, shameless, and relentless.

"A written confession is worthless," Wang Zheng replied. "How about this: I’ll ask you a few questions. Answer truthfully, and if I’m satisfied, I’ll leave. How’s that?"

"What do you want to know?"

"This peeping of yours... do you spy on men or women?" Wang Zheng asked.

"Both, but mostly women. There aren’t many men in this neighborhood! And the few that are here are either pot-bellied or effeminate—hardly worth peeping at, even if I wanted to," she replied matter-of-factly, without the slightest hint of guilt. To her, voyeurism was just another hobby, like reading or playing ball.

"Is that so? You seem to know this neighborhood pretty well," Wang Zheng remarked. "So, who do you think is the most beautiful single woman here?"

"Isn’t it obvious? The two in your house, of course!" Zhang Miaomiao said.

Huh? Wang Zheng paused—my two? She must mean Su Xue and Chu Jun. Just as he was about to ask about other single beauties, Zhang Miaomiao continued, "And that other beauty in your house—the one who left last night—she’s quite something, too!"

Bai Bing?

At the mention of her, Wang Zheng felt a wave of frustration. He took a deep breath, stood up from the bed, and looked at the woman. "Still say you weren’t peeping? You seem to have watched very closely!" he said, heading for the door. As he walked out, he added, "Remember, don’t spy on my place again, or you’ll have to take responsibility and let me move in with you. Got it?"

"I’ve already seen it all..." Zhang Miaomiao muttered under her breath.

"What?"

"Um? I said, ‘That’s quite enough.’ I won’t peep at your place again!" she said with a smile. As Wang Zheng stepped out, Zhang Miaomiao quickly shut and locked the security door. Yet she didn’t relax immediately; instead, she peered through the peephole to make sure he was gone before leaning heavily against the door, heaving a deep sigh of relief.

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That was close—I almost had to give up my voyeuristic ways!

Wang Zheng descended the stairs. Well, that counted as meeting a beautiful woman, didn’t it? And not just any beauty, but one with quite a personality. A beauty—may we continue to spy on each other and grow together!

"Brother, where are you? What are you doing?" Just as Wang Zheng was looking forward to the future, a voice interrupted his thoughts. He turned and, under the glow of the streetlight, saw Su Xue and Chu Jun standing at the roadside.

"Nothing much, just taking a walk," Wang Zheng replied with a smile, walking over to them. As he approached, a strong smell of alcohol wafted over, and he noticed both women’s cheeks were flushed and their eyes glistened.

"You’ve been drinking?"

"Mm-hmm! It was a celebration for a show, so we’re home a bit late," Su Xue said with a cheerful smile. She looked about halfway drunk, and if Chu Jun weren’t supporting her, she probably couldn’t walk a straight line.

"Look at you—is this how a news anchor should behave? If you can’t handle your liquor, don’t try to show off!" Wang Zheng chided. Seeing Chu Jun struggling to support Su Xue, he reached out and scooped her up, carrying her home.

"Who says I can’t drink? I can hold my liquor, I really can—I can drink more!" Su Xue wrapped her arms tightly around Wang Zheng’s neck, her breath heavy with the scent of alcohol.

"You call that holding your liquor? At most, you’re a shot glass, not even a tankard! Don’t you dare throw up on me, or I’ll spank you!" Wang Zheng warned. When it came to drinking, he was something of an expert himself, but hearing Su Xue’s claim, he suddenly realized he hadn’t had a drink in ages.

"You’re the one who can’t... can’t... hold your liquor..." Before she could finish, Su Xue had fallen asleep in Wang Zheng’s arms.

Wang Zheng shook his head helplessly. This girl was a real handful. Chu Jun opened the door, and Wang Zheng carried Su Xue inside, tossing her onto the bed. Leaving Su Xue’s room, he heard the sound of running water from the bathroom and found Chu Jun washing her face with cold water. "It’s dangerous to drink so much in the dark. Next time there’s a celebration, tell her not to drink. And if she does, don’t come home—both of you, understand?" Wang Zheng’s tone was severe, the first time he’d ever spoken so sternly to Chu Jun, leaving her standing there, not knowing what to do, her face full of grievance.

"Hurry up, wash up and get some sleep," Wang Zheng relented, unable to scold her further when faced with her pitiful look. He went out onto the balcony, lay down on the floor, and gazed at the moon outside the window.

Wang Zheng suddenly realized that Bai Bing was actually a wonderful woman—beautiful, a great cook, independent, and thoughtful... just a bit troublesome.

He really wished she’d keep pestering him.