My ex-girlfriend's best friends are getting restless right after the breakup.

Chapter 18 I Decide to Add Fuel to the Fire

Chen Bo thought for a moment and said, "Maybe."

"Does she... also... you...?" Bei Weiwei asked tentatively.

Chen Bo laughed: "Her? She's just using me as a tool to spite Xu Yueqing."

"That's good." Bei Weiwei breathed a sigh of relief, but quickly realized that what she said was inappropriate, and hurriedly explained, "What I meant was... if you don't like her, then don't force yourself to live here. You're always welcome at my place."

Chen Bo looked at her and suddenly asked, "Weiwei, why are you so good to me?"

Bei Weiwei paused for a moment, her face turning even redder: "I...I just think you're a good person and deserve to be treated well. Yue Qing...she doesn't know how to cherish it."

That's already quite straightforward.

Chen Bo knew in his heart that Bei Weiwei truly liked him; it wasn't just a passing fancy, nor was it something she did to compete with anyone.

But right now, he really has no interest in talking about relationships.

Firstly, with the competition approaching, he needed to focus on preparation.

Secondly, things haven't been completely settled with Xu Yueqing yet.

Thirdly, Zhou Lingyan's situation is also somewhat complicated.

Most importantly, although Bei Weiwei is beautiful and has a good figure, her only flaw is that her bust size is only B+.

It's not that he's shallow, but after experiencing Xu Yueqing's perfect size where "adding or subtracting even a fraction would be too much or too little," his standards have inevitably become more discerning.

It's like being used to eating top-grade Wagyu beef and then suddenly switching to regular steak. You can still eat it, but it just doesn't feel quite right.

Of course, he couldn't say that out loud, otherwise he would really be considered a scumbag.

So he just smiled and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Weiwei. But right now, I just want to focus on the competition."

Bei Weiwei sensed the hint of refusal in his words, and her eyes dimmed slightly, but she quickly perked up again: "Okay, I understand. Then you prepare well, I won't bother you anymore."

She stood up and said, "I'll be going now. I'll come see you another day."

Chen Bo escorted her to the door.

Just before leaving, Bei Weiwei suddenly turned around, stood on tiptoe, and quickly kissed Chen Bo on the cheek.

"Good luck," she said, blushing, then turned and ran away.

Chen Bo touched the spot where he had been kissed. Money really can make people confident, even reckless.

He closed the door, turned around, and found Zhou Lingyan standing on the stairs, arms crossed, looking at him.

"Oh, Teacher Chen, you're quite the lucky one," she said sourly. "You've already received a kiss in just one day."

Chen Bo explained, "It was an accident, purely an accident."

"An accident?" Zhou Lingyan walked down the stairs, stood in front of him, and looked him up and down. "Chen Bo, I think I've figured it out now. You're a menace. Yueqing went insane because of you, Weiwei stopped going to work because of you, and I..."

She stopped talking.

"What's wrong with you?" Chen Bo raised an eyebrow.

Zhou Lingyan turned her face away: "What do you mean, 'what do you mean, 'I just think you attract too many suitors'?"

Chen Bo laughed: "Miss Zhou, are you jealous?"

"Jealous? What do you mean I'm jealous!" Zhou Lingyan retorted immediately. "I'm just reminding you to be mindful of your behavior. You're staying here now, so don't cause me any trouble."

"Don't worry," Chen Bo said. "I know what I'm doing."

Zhou Lingyan snorted, turned around and was about to go upstairs again, but stopped halfway up: "By the way, Yueqing called just now, and I told her you were chatting with Weiwei, and she seemed very angry."

Chen Bo raised an eyebrow: "So?"

"So," Zhou Lingyan turned around, a mischievous smile on her face, "I've decided to add fuel to the fire. Tonight, we'll go up to the rooftop for a candlelight dinner."

Chen Bo looked at her and said, "Are you trying to drive Xu Yueqing crazy?"

Haicheng.

In an afternoon tea restaurant, Bei Weiwei and Zhao Lulu sat by the window.

Sunlight streamed through the French windows onto the exquisite porcelain and the three-tiered pastry stand, but it couldn't brighten the gloom on Bei Weiwei's face.

"So..." Zhao Lulu poked a macaron with a small silver fork, her eyes wide like saucers, "Chen Bo really broke up with Yue Qing and moved into Ling Yan's house?"

Bei Weiwei stirred her latte, which she had barely drunk, and nodded: "It's absolutely true. Everything we saw with our own eyes at Lingyan's place yesterday belonged to Chen Bo."

"My God!" Zhao Lulu stuffed a macaron into her mouth, her chewing motion filled with gossipy excitement. "Yesterday at Yueqing's house, she didn't admit it, and I felt something was off. No wonder she looked so pale yesterday, and she was even holding her back when she walked."

At this point, Zhao Lulu suddenly stopped, her eyes narrowing as if she had discovered something new: "Wait, could it be that before they broke up, they..."

Bei Weiwei blushed: "Lulu!"

"Oh, I was just guessing!" Zhao Lulu chuckled and poked at another scone. "But seriously, Yueqing and Lingyan have been fighting like cats and dogs for the past two years. I'm not surprised at all that Lingyan brought Chen Bo home to live with her. That girl has a lot of tricks up her sleeve—playing the victim, spouting nonsense, coercing and bribing… Chen Bo doesn't even own a house in Haicheng, so it's perfectly normal for her to trick him into coming to the villa."

As she spoke, she suddenly leaned closer to Bei Weiwei and lowered her voice: "But Weiwei, you care so much about Chen Bo... no wonder I felt something was off these past three years. Your feelings for him have long since gone beyond those of ordinary friends, haven't they?"

Bei Weiwei paused, raised her eyes, looked at Zhao Lulu, as if she had made up her mind: "Yes, I like him. I've liked him since the first time I saw him at Yueqing's house three years ago."

"Wow—" Zhao Lulu drawled, "Finally admitting it? I knew it! Every time we get together, your eyes are practically glued to Chen Bo. You always find excuses to bring him food and gifts. That idiot Yueqing can't see it, but I can see it all clearly."

Bei Weiwei blushed: "Is it that obvious?"

"Now that I think about it, she's obviously dead!" Zhao Lulu rolled her eyes. "Only a narcissist like Yueqing, who thinks the whole world should revolve around her, wouldn't notice that her best friend was eyeing her boyfriend."

"He's not Yueqing's boyfriend anymore," Bei Weiwei whispered, her eyes bright. "He's single."

Zhao Lulu stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly said seriously, "So, what do you want to do?"

"I want to pursue him," Bei Weiwei said directly, a faint blush rising on her face. "I'm a sucker for good looks, and Chen Bo is exactly my type. Plus, he has a great personality—gentle, polite, and a little bit mischievous—he's even more charming than before. Now that he's single again, of course I'm going to pursue my own happiness."

Zhao Lulu, biting her fork, said thoughtfully, "Her courage is commendable, but here's the problem."

She held up one finger: "First, what about Yueqing? Even though they broke up, do you think she'd be happy to see her ex-boyfriend being pursued by her best friend? That once sincere best friend will become a plastic best friend."

She raised a second finger: "Secondly, Lingyan's situation is even more troublesome. She's definitely using Chen Bo as a tool for Qi Yueqing, pretending to be his girlfriend. Do you think she'll be happy if you interfere now?"

"Third," Zhao Lulu held up her third finger, her expression turning serious, "what does Chen Bo himself think? He just broke up with Yue Qing and is being used as a tool by Ling Yan; his mental state must be complicated. Is it appropriate for you to approach him now?"