An Accident, This Is an Accident

"Xiao Lin, this is the Boss Wang I told you about today." A woman stepped in front of Lin Meng and opened the door to the hotel's private room.

But before she opened the door, the senior colleague in a black business suit leaned close to Lin Meng's ear and whispered a careful reminder: "Xiao Lin, this Boss Wang says he wants to buy insurance for all his employees—it's a big order worth several hundred thousand. If you close this deal, your commission alone will be several thousand. Make sure you take good care of this boss!"

Lin Meng, who had only just stepped into society, nodded naively. She looked at the senior who had brought her here with immense gratitude: "Sister Li, thank you so much. I don't even know how to thank you."

Sister Li smiled and patted Lin Meng's back: "Just closing this order is thanks enough for me."

Lin Meng nodded vigorously. She clenched her fist toward her senior in a cheering gesture: "Sister Li, don't worry. I'll do everything I can to close this deal!"

Then she could move out of that tiny, paper-thin-walled shared apartment. Maybe she could even treat herself to a nice big meal.

Fired up by this thought, Lin Meng walked into the private room. But before she had even been inside for half an hour, the client not only refused to discuss the order—he told her to come sit beside him and drink a few glasses.

Lin Meng wanted to cry but couldn't. She even wanted to find an excuse to bolt. Just as she was growing anxious, the senior beside her patted her: "Hurry up and toast him! Boss Wang likes straightforward people. As long as you drink a glass with him, the order is as good as closed."

When Lin Meng heard this, her face had already turned as black as coal. Extremely reluctantly, she shuffled two steps forward, raised her glass, and clinked it against his.

Sister Li said that as long as she drank one glass with him, the order would be secured. Thinking about it that way, it wasn't too much of a loss.

But what she never expected was that after she finished one glass, the man had the audacity to fill her cup again.

Lin Meng's fist clenched.

During that period, although she was out running sales calls every day like a workhorse about to drop dead, her fitness had become excellent through all kinds of outdoor and physical training.

Sister Li could tell she was extremely unwilling, so she kept tugging at Lin Meng's hem and shooting her looks.

Lin Meng thought: this order wasn't just about her own commission—it was also about Sister Li's. Sister Li had only given her this opportunity because she'd noticed Lin Meng had worked so long without landing any orders. She couldn't let Sister Li down.

Lin Meng gritted her teeth and downed glass after glass. Soon she felt a fire burning in her chest, and even her head began to spin.

As if oblivious to what was happening to her body, she squinted through dizzy eyes at the client: "Um... Boss Wang, I've already drunk so much with you. So about the order..."

The man flashed a face-punchingly smug grin: "No rush. Let's drink a few more glasses and then we'll discuss the order."

Lin Meng laughed. She felt her fury, fueled by the alcohol, blaze up with a whoosh. Her dizzy head was completely beyond her control.

Suddenly Lin Meng let out a strange giggle—"hehe."

When Sister Li heard that sound, she looked up at Lin Meng with a baffled expression.

Lin Meng grabbed the wine bottle beside her and, swaying on unsteady feet, walked up to the man. Her flushed face wore an inscrutable smile: "Alright, let's toast!"

The man actually looked pleased, as if anticipating something—but just as he started to rise, Lin Meng tipped the bottle over his head.

"Glug, glug—" More than half the bottle poured directly over him.

"Xiao Lin, what are you doing?" Sister Li sensed something was wrong and tried to intervene.

The next moment, Lin Meng tossed the empty bottle aside. She planted both hands on the man's chair: "Boss Wang, now that we've finished our drinks, isn't it time to sign the contract?"

Boss Wang turned his beady eyes—which couldn't be seen even when he tried to widen them—toward Sister Li: "Li Li, is this the person you brought?"

Sister Li jumped up and bowed in apology: "I'm so sorry, Boss Wang!"

Hearing this, Lin Meng seemed to sense something. Her face darkened as she lowered her head, staring hard at the damn client like a drunkard: "Didn't you promise that after I finished drinking with you, you'd sign the contract? What does she have to do with it?"

The man's carefully styled hair—slick with who-knows-how-much pomade—had just been ruined by this woman who looked like a lunatic. As if enraged, he said: "You crazy woman, you'll never get me to sign a contract for you as long as you live!"

Those words struck Lin Meng's fragile little heart like a heavy hammer.

She'd blown it. She'd ruined everything...

She staggered back a few steps, and Sister Li, who had brought her, immediately came to steady her, then bowed repeatedly in apology to the man: "I'm truly sorry, Boss Wang! Xiao Lin is new. I never expected her alcohol tolerance to be so poor. Don't worry, I'll make her apologize to you right—"

Before she could finish, Lin Meng—as if possessed—grabbed the dishes of soup and sauce from the table and hurled them at the shifty-eyed man.

If things were already ruined, then that meant she could do anything now. She'd disliked this man from the moment she walked in. Now she could teach him a proper lesson!

"Damn client, you ugly fat pig—did you think I was drinking while looking at that face of yours? Apologize my ass. Come on, let me give you a hot bath. You'll be covered in the scent of food from head to toe—that's your favorite smell, isn't it..."

Lin Meng mumbled incoherently as she grabbed dishes from the table and flung them at the man. His obese frame dodged back and forth, but he couldn't escape his fate of being drenched in dish after dish, his whole body covered in all kinds of food scraps.

"Somebody help! There's a lunatic here—call the police and have her arrested!"

Lin Meng looked around in confusion: "Where... where? Isn't there just one creepy man here? You make someone drink with you and then won't sign the contract! Today I'll show you why the flowers are so red!"

"Crack... smash—"

Lin Meng had no idea what she'd shattered in her hands. She locked the door, barricaded it with two chairs, and then—with surprising strength—pushed the dining table against it too.

She climbed onto the messy table and started dancing. All the while she flung the remaining food at the man: "Come on, I'll dance for you. After the dance, no more being naughty, okay? If the piggy is cute, then Mama won't eat the piggy. But but but—what if the piggy is disobedient today?"

Lin Meng's hand found a wine bottle. As if suddenly enlightened, she smashed it with a "bang," then pointed the sharp, glinting shard at the man: "Then today Mama will have no choice but to slaughter the piggy. Piggy, be a good boy in your next life, okay..."

The man was so terrified he wet himself. This woman looked like she'd just escaped from an insane asylum.

He'd heard that mentally ill people don't get punished for murder. Was he really going to die today?

At that thought, the man dropped to his knees and begged: "I'm sorry, I was wrong, I'll sign, I'll sign, okay?! Please just put down what you're holding!"

Hearing this, Lin Meng shot a look at Sister Li—who had been hiding in the corner since she couldn't stop Lin Meng earlier: "Quick, get out the contract. I want to watch him sign it on the spot!"

The man was practically in tears. As if afraid for his life, he snatched the contract from Sister Li's hands and scrawled his signature.

Lin Meng examined it carefully and nodded in satisfaction. She hopped off the table, crouched down, and tapped the dangerous bottle shard against the man's head like a caress: "Good. Only piggies who listen to Mama get treats. Alright, you can go back to your pen now. Hurry up and get some rest."

Hearing this, the man's legs buckled. He frantically shoved aside the barricade at the door and fled, covered in grease, crying for his parents.

Lin Meng then spotted the woman cowering in the corner and gave her a sweet smile: "Sister Li, look—I closed the big order! Aren't I amazing?"

Sister Li had been hiding in the corner the whole time with her mouth agape, afraid of getting splattered by the soup and sauce all over the floor.

Lin Meng usually seemed so honest and quiet, hardly saying much. How had she turned into a completely different person when drunk?

Too frightened to say anything, she just nodded repeatedly: "Mm-hm, you're amazing..."

Hearing her senior's praise, Lin Meng felt light-headed with happiness. It must be the joy of closing such a big order. She felt the world spin around her, then collapsed.

...

Lin Meng lay on a large, soft bed, a crisp silk duvet covering her. Her brows were tightly furrowed.

Sunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling picture window, falling gently on her cheeks, which still held a faint flush. Her head still spun a little. Lin Meng slowly sat up.

When she opened her eyes, a massive two-meter-eight bed filled her vision. She looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings in surprise.

What happened to her? How could she have lost her memory just from sleeping?

As Lin Meng rubbed her still-aching head in confusion, a face silently slid in from beside her and appeared before her.

When Lin Meng saw Su Yutang's face, resentment written all over it, she froze—then was so startled she fell backward onto the bed.

Mommy! That was terrifying!

But thanks to Su Yutang's face, she'd already remembered what happened before she passed out. She never expected that even years later, she'd still remember that miserable incident.

Lin Meng tried to sit up, the bed creaking, but the next moment Su Yutang crawled up and pinned her down. "Did you sleep well last night, darling?"

Her smile was devoid of emotion, like a warning before she exploded.

Lin Meng stared at that face that looked like it wanted to kill her and nodded frantically: "Mm-hm, very well, thanks for your concern! But I need to go to work—can you let me go first?"

Hearing this, Su Yutang planted both hands on the bed.

Her upper body completely covered Lin Meng. Even if Lin Meng wanted to run, she couldn't. Like she was doing a push-up, Su Yutang slowly lowered herself until her face was almost against Lin Meng's: "Darling, do you know you were talking in your sleep all night?"

Lin Meng blanked for a moment, then shook her head: "Sorry... I disturbed you with my sleep talk."

Su Yutang's lips were almost against her neck now. She really wanted to bite Lin Meng to death—but before that, she had to give the just-woken little thing a chance to explain: "Then tell me, who exactly is this 'Zhuzhu' you kept calling out in your dreams?"

Lin Meng was genuinely thrown by this question. Why would this person care so much about that creepy client from her previous world?

Even if the Young Miss had taken a dislike to him based on sleep talk alone, surely she couldn't actually get revenge on him.

Lin Meng lowered her head and thought for a moment: "Uh... was there such a person? I said 'piggy'—you know, the cartoon pink pig. I think piggies are cute. If I had the means, I'd raise a little piggy."

Su Yutang realized this person really was good at making excuses.

In her dreams, Lin Meng had smiled and called out "Zhuzhu"—clearly it was Yun Huaizhu!

And before that, Lin Meng seemed to have told her that she was a Yun Huaizhu fangirl and even read Yun Huaizhu fanfiction.

At the time, Su Yutang thought Lin Meng was just trying to make her happy by saying that. Who would read such disgusting fanfiction otherwise?

But a person's sleep talk doesn't lie. The person this woman called out for in her dreams was Yun Huaizhu.

Yun Huaizhu—that woman not only pretended to be above it all but was also difficult to train. No matter how many times she was disciplined, she remained the same biting dog she'd always been.

But her favorite thing used to be appearing on screen. Her passably pleasant face had won many people's affection thanks to idol culture.

Lin Meng didn't understand Yun Huaizhu. She only liked looking at Yun Huaizhu's face—the marketed version she knew from the internet. That was why she liked Yun Huaizhu so much.

That had to be it.

With this thought, Su Yutang raised her head and looked at Lin Meng's somewhat flickering eyes: "Since you like them so much, how about I give you one?"

Lin Meng quickly shook her head: "Better not. My place is small, and I don't have the means to keep a pet. I'll wait until I have the chance to retire and enjoy my later years."

Hopefully she'd make it through her workhorse years smoothly and enjoy a peaceful old age.

Seeing Lin Meng play dumb and refuse to clarify things, Su Yutang felt stifled anger in her chest.

She reached out and pinched Lin Meng's chin: "That'll be many years from now. But right now I have something very important to tell you."

Lin Meng figured Su Yutang probably had morning grumpiness—otherwise why would she wake up to such a sour-faced Su Yutang?

The Young Miss was so hard to please. She should reduce the number of times she met with Su Yutang in the future.

Lin Meng put on a serious expression: "Please go ahead."

Su Yutang leaned close to her ear and spoke in a tone that was neither too soft nor too loud, like a warning: "Can you read less of those brain-dead fanfictions from now on? Fanfiction isn't reality. I think you've worked yourself stupid—you can't tell fantasy from reality anymore."

Lin Meng: "???"

Huh?

What was wrong with reading fanfiction? Why was Su Yutang scolding her like this? She didn't think she'd ever confused 2D and 3D in front of Su Yutang.

She hadn't even revealed to anyone that she'd transmigrated into a book.

Lin Meng wanted to argue confidently that reading whatever she wanted was her freedom, that she'd read what she liked—but when she thought of the expression on Su Yutang's face, the one that looked like she wanted to bite her to death, the words at the tip of her tongue became: "Oh, okay, I'll be more careful from now on."

Although Lin Meng agreed, her earlier words had been extremely perfunctory.

Su Yutang sighed helplessly. She didn't know what was wrong with herself either—as if under some spell, she involuntarily extended her tongue and licked the exposed side of Lin Meng's neck.

Lin Meng suddenly felt a wet sensation slide quickly across the side of her neck. She widened her eyes in shock and turned her head—but the moment she turned, her face, already so close to Su Yutang's, bumped right into it.

Su Yutang's soft lips pressed against the side of her face as she turned.

Lin Meng took a full two seconds to register what had happened. As if greatly startled, she forcefully shoved Su Yutang away. But this time, Su Yutang was prepared and wasn't so easily pushed over.

Su Yutang knelt on the bed, watching Lin Meng look incredibly busy without actually doing anything, and a delighted smile spread across her face.

Lin Meng had practically put on a silent play for her, starring an adorable puppy, and it instantly lifted her mood.

As if on the verge of a breakdown, Lin Meng frantically rubbed the spot where Su Yutang's lips had touched.

It was just an accidental touch—that shouldn't count, right? If it was a first kiss, it had to be mouth-to-mouth to count.

This is an accident. This is an accident!

After all, Su Yutang's lips were meant for her own wife. What just happened was an accident. In the future, she should spend less time in the same space as Su Yutang so she could avoid such accidents!

After wiping her face, Lin Meng realized the dress she'd worn last night had vanished. Maybe the room temperature here was just too pleasant, and with the duvet—she hadn't even noticed until now that she was completely naked!

Just as she'd managed to calm herself down, Lin Meng suddenly felt on the verge of losing it again.

She quickly pulled the duvet up to cover herself, casting a suspicious look at Su Yutang.

Seeing that expression, Su Yutang's mood shifted like summer weather, turning dark and unpredictable: "You got drunk. Of course I was the one who undressed you. Besides, a plain beta like you doesn't even have pheromones—how could you possibly attract me?"

Hearing this, Lin Meng finally breathed a sigh of relief. They were both women anyway. Su Yutang had only undressed her because she was drunk and she didn't want the clothes to get dirty. And Yun Huaizhu had seen her down there before.

This shouldn't count as homewrecking behavior.

After saying this, Su Yutang kept watching Lin Meng's expression out of the corner of her eye. But no matter how she looked, Lin Meng didn't show even a trace of hurt or disappointment.

Then what was she supposed to be?

Su Yutang didn't consider herself a gentleman. When she'd shown interest in something before, people had rushed to present it to her, begging her to accept it. Anything she wanted, she could have immediately.

Last night, Lin Meng had been dead drunk and had even taken the initiative to hold her hand. Su Yutang had controlled herself and done nothing to Lin Meng—she'd never been so patient with anyone. But how could this person be so indifferent?

With this thought, Su Yutang turned her back, her expression growing darker and darker.

At that moment, Lin Meng spotted the LCD clock on the bedside table reading 12:01, and her nerves instantly snapped taut.

Ahhh—

Today was Friday! Not only had she not gone to work, she hadn't even asked for leave!

Yesterday Liu Yun had told her she was getting promoted. But she hadn't shown up today—would her promotion be ruined?

With this thought, Lin Meng quickly grabbed her phone. She wanted to find Liu Yun's chat and request leave, but the 99+ notifications and messages like "long live" in the company group caught her attention.

Her intuition told her to open the company group first. The first thing she saw was the group owner's @all message: Colleagues, thank you all for your tireless efforts. Since the company's quarterly sales have hit a new high, upper management has decided to give our Second Branch Division a one-week spring break.

The group announcement below listed the vacation dates.

Lin Meng couldn't believe her eyes. She rubbed them and read it again.

"!!!"

A promotion with a raise plus vacation—it was as if all the good things in the world had fallen into Lin Meng's lap these past two days. She even worried that if she used up all her luck now, she'd be doomed later.

Whatever. This was a good thing—no, a huge thing!

With that thought, Lin Meng's body and mind relaxed, and exhaustion surged back. She even forgot she was currently on Su Yutang's turf.

Lin Meng was overjoyed. But soon she remembered something that seemed a little strange—a minor detail: the message had been posted at 11:30 last night. Normally the company announced vacation times on the morning of a workday.

If it was decided by upper management, had they suddenly discussed it during an evening gathering?

Never mind. Enjoy the vacation.

Just as Lin Meng was thinking this, a message popped up on her phone: [Mengmeng-jie, a little birdie told me your company is on break today. Can I come pick you up and take you out to play?]

Seeing Yun Huaizhu's message, Lin Meng quickly covered the screen. She guiltily glanced toward Su Yutang. When she saw Su Yutang still facing away, she hurriedly set her phone to silent mode.

Just as she was about to type a reply to Yun Huaizhu, Su Yutang—as if sensing Lin Meng's earlier glance—suddenly turned to look at her: "Who are you messaging?"

Hearing this, Lin Meng immediately pressed the power button. She tossed the phone aside and looked at Su Yutang with forced composure: "Just... a colleague from work. Funny thing—I woke up so late today and thought I'd be late for work, but it turns out the company is on break today."

Hearing this, Su Yutang smiled as if she'd expected it.

Although this person was a bit slow, it must be because she hadn't been properly trained yet. Even if she was acting like she didn't care now, so what? A puppy in a new environment needed time to adjust.

With this thought, Su Yutang turned back, wanting to wrap her arms around Lin Meng and go back to sleep. But Lin Meng nimbly dodged her: "Um... where are the clothes I changed out of after work? I think I should go home now."

Su Yutang frowned slightly: "Go home to what? Is my place not good enough? Or do you think it's too boring here—I can take you somewhere more fun. It's a vacation, after all; you should relax. Don't coop yourself up in that tiny run-down place."

Lin Meng shook her head: "Thank you for the offer. Your place is wonderful—if not for you, I'd never have slept somewhere like this in my life. It's just... my place may be small, but it feels familiar. Your place is so big it makes me nervous. So I'd rather go home. At home, I feel more relaxed."

Su Yutang's expression, which had just barely improved, instantly darkened upon hearing this.

What Lin Meng meant was that being with her felt uncomfortable, right?

When Lin Meng lowered her head, she noticed her hand wrapped in gauze. She suddenly remembered she'd burned it on hot water yesterday. It hadn't seemed like much at first, but after she got drunk, she vaguely remembered the blister had burst.

Su Yutang had treated her wound.

This thought brought a sliver of comfort to Lin Meng's heart... Su Yutang really was changing, just a little. As long as she kept whispering in Su Yutang's ear and gave Yun Huaizhu some reassurance, the two of them would surely find their sweet, happy ending!

Just as she was about to look up and thank Su Yutang, Su Yutang suddenly stood up angrily and threw the dress she'd peeled off Lin Meng last night at her: "Since my place makes you uncomfortable, I won't keep you."

Lin Meng blinked at the dress. Sensing the atmosphere turning stiff, she said cautiously: "But... I wanted the outfit I was wearing yesterday..."

Su Yutang's face was grim as she said coldly: "I threw those rags away long ago. This is the only thing here. Wear it or don't—I don't care."

Why was she angry again?

Lin Meng truly couldn't figure it out. She scratched her head: "Then... I'll wash it and return it another day?"

Hearing this, Su Yutang felt a sudden urge to pin this little puppy down and make her cry until she never dared speak nonsense again.

But when she irritably turned and saw Lin Meng's innocent, clear eyes, her clenched fists slowly relaxed: "I, Su Yutang, have never taken back a gift I've given. If you don't like it, throw it away. No need to return it."