Leap Forward Comics: Watch How I Become a Villainess

Chapter 12 Signing the Contract

Several days had passed, and Xia Lan picked up her phone to look at the chat app, which was now completely silent.

Duanmu Cong never contacted her.

This finally made her feel empty and lost.

It's been three days since they had their argument, and this is the fourth night...

"Why don't we give him a call?" Lu He noticed Xia Lan's absent-mindedness. She had barely eaten any dinner that day.

"He hasn't contacted me at all. Am I supposed to take the initiative to make up?" Xia Lan pouted angrily.

Lu He smiled indulgently and patted Xia Lan's head: "Maybe he's still angry? Or maybe he doesn't know if you've calmed down and is afraid to contact you?"

"Really?" Xia Lan looked up, her eyes filled with tears of grievance.

"Otherwise, who would bear to let such a lovely girl like Xiao Lan suffer?" Lu He gently comforted Xia Lan and encouraged her again to take the initiative to contact Duanmu Cong.

"When two people are together, it's not about who gives in first and who loses. Winning or losing isn't that important; love is what matters."

Xia Lan seemed to understand something after hearing these words, and she nodded vigorously: "Okay, I'll call him right now!"

The first time, the call didn't go through...

Xia Lan felt disappointed and worried. She subconsciously looked at Lu He: "Xiao Yu..."

"It's okay, he might be working overtime. It's only 9:30 pm, or he might have just gotten off work and is on his way. Don't panic, try calling a few more times," Lu He reassured him.

Xia Lan didn't know why she subconsciously asked Lu He for help, but after receiving encouragement, she immediately dialed Duanmu Cong's number again.

The call connected this time, but instead of Duanmu Cong's voice, there was a cacophony of voices and loud music.

"Hello? Ah Cong? Ah Cong?" Xia Lan's emotions were clearly tense and worried.

"What's wrong, Xiao Lan?" Lu He didn't know what had happened on the phone, but seeing Xia Lan's pale face, she couldn't help but ask with concern.

"..." Xia Lan lowered her head and stopped speaking, her hand holding the phone falling to her side. Lu He saw small water droplets falling onto the floor.

She cried...

"What happened, Xiao Lan?" Lu He hugged her tightly, buried her head in his chest, and gently stroked her back with one hand, trying to comfort her.

"Ah Cong, he seems to be with a lot of girls, waaaaaah..." Xia Lan couldn't help but cry bitterly. After not contacting her for several days, it turned out that he had completely abandoned her.

Lu He picked up the phone; it was still on a call and hadn't been disconnected. She held it to her ear, listening to the sounds of debauchery coming from the other end. A barely perceptible smile played on her lips, vanishing in an instant. "Come on, I'll take you to him and get an explanation!"

A noisy bar, brightly lit.

Duanmu Cong picked up another glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp amidst cheers.

Wen Yiming patted his shoulder and whispered, "Sorry, this friend of mine came back from abroad and loves clubbing, otherwise I wouldn't have arranged for you to meet him in a place like this."

"It's okay, as long as his factory can take all my orders, I can still drink!" Duanmu Cong was already quite sober, slurring his words in a drunken stupor.

Completely unaware, a pair of slender fingers with red nail polish were quietly putting his phone back into his pocket.

The friend Wen Yiming mentioned is named Erikson, a friend he made while studying in England. Erikson is warm and outgoing, a person full of curiosity about the world. He was incredibly drawn to China after hearing Wen Yiming's descriptions of it. Erikson has traveled to China many times, and Wen Yiming always hosted him, so they have a very good relationship.

Now that Erickson has opened a large factory in the suburbs of the city, it has really solved Duanmu's urgent problem, so Wen Yiming immediately introduced the two of them.

Duanmu Cong glanced at the time; it was almost 10:30. He walked over to Eriksson and took out the prepared contract. "Eriksson, this is..."

“Sorry, I haven’t had enough fun yet,” Erickson said with a smile, swirling his wine glass. “Don’t rush, don’t rush, Mr. Cong, how about playing one more round with me?”

Duanmu Cong patiently asked, "What do you want to play?"

"How about a dance battle?" Erikson asked happily, pointing to the girl he had called to keep him company at the booth. "You pick a partner, and we'll have a duet."

“This…” Duanmu Cong frowned. He was somewhat resistant. For someone who already had a girlfriend, it was not appropriate to hug and cuddle with other girls.

"Can't you jump? Or do you not want to play with me?" Erickson's face fell. "I opened this factory just for fun. I'm not in a hurry to make money, and I don't care whether I take orders or not."

“Erickson, how about I play with you? Stop teasing Acong, he doesn’t come to bars much…” Wen Yiming quickly stepped forward to stop him.

Who knew that Eriksson wouldn't give anyone face at this moment: "You were the ones who suggested making friends, and now you're the ones unwilling to put in the effort. If you can't handle this, don't be friends with me, Eriksson!" With that, he stood up, grabbed his coat, and walked out: "Let's go, girls! I'll take you to the next game~"

"Wait!" Duanmu Cong clenched his fists and stood up: "I'll play with you!"

"Anything is fine?" Erikson's eyes lit up, as if he had a new idea.

"Anything is fine, as long as you enjoy yourself today!" Duanmu Cong made up his mind.

"Okay, dancing's boring, let's have an apple-eating contest!" Erikson grinned mischievously. This round was going to be fun. He glanced discreetly at the time on his phone...