Zhao Yu’s Bad Idea

Zhao Yu was lying on a large bed in one of the bedrooms of the villa. "This bed is so soft, much better than the top hotel's!" he told Miao Ying over the phone.

"Good for you, a beautiful villa and a beautiful lady," Miao Ying teased him. "You are really enjoying yourself. Tonight, you might as well have a good time with her, so that I can get rid of you!"

"Hey," Zhao Yu said quickly. "I'm just joking. If I wanted to sleep with her, I wouldn't have called you and told you about the villa. You've agreed that I should stay in the villa. I've got your approval. And, I could have slept with Cui Lizhu when you left me. But I didn't. You should trust me!"

Miao Ying yawned wearily and said, "Okay, save your little speech. I trust you! But you know where Tao Xiang's money came from. You can't promise Cui Lizhu anything about the villa."

Zhao Yu yawned. "Rest assured! I know how to handle this!" he replied.