My Taoist nun girlfriend is from the Republic of China era, 1942.

Chapter 87 Insurance
Chen Xiaomiao is a woman of action. Once the bet was made, she immediately adopted a "I'll fight for my pride even if I don't make a living" attitude.

The next morning, Lu Yuan was awakened by the clanging sound of the cutting board.

He stumbled out of the bedroom in a daze and witnessed a horrific "murder".

Chen Xiaomiao stood on a small stool, vigorously wielding a kitchen knife, attempting to decapitate and dismember the large bluefish!
She had rubbed the fish inside and out with salt, Sichuan peppercorns, star anise, and other seasonings, and was now preparing to chop off the fish head.

"Xiao Miao, take it easy, don't hurt yourself," Lu Yuan reminded her, yawning.

"middle!"

Chen Xiaomiao mustered all her strength and brought the knife down with a swift motion.

With a loud "bang," the enormous fish head was finally separated.

She wiped the sweat from her brow, looked at her masterpiece, and nodded in satisfaction.

"It's such a big fish head, it's a shame to throw it away."

After cleaning the fish, Chen Xiaomiao picked up the fish head again, rinsed it under the tap, and turned to Lu Yuan, calling out, "Lu Yuan, how about we have fish head hot pot tonight?"

Lu Yuan nodded in agreement: "Okay, you can arrange it as you see fit."

In the afternoon, the two went to the supermarket to buy New Year's goods and also bought a bunch of ingredients for hot pot.

At 6 p.m., the hot pot was served, and the doorbell rang at the same time.

Chen Xiaomiao ran to open the door, where Song Jia stood looking anxious.

"Little Miao, it's been a long time!"

When Song Jia saw Chen Xiaomiao, it was like seeing a savior; she smiled and went up to hug her.

Chen Xiaomiao warmly welcomed her into the house: "Sister Song Jia, come in quickly, we've been waiting for you!"

After changing her shoes, Song Jia looked up and saw Lu Yuan sitting at the table, and gave a guilty smile.

Lu Yuan said with a half-smile, "Oh, isn't this Class Monitor Song? I thought you were too scared to come see me."

Song Jia's face immediately fell, and she was almost ready to perform a sliding kneel for Lu Yuan on the spot.

She looked miserable: "Boss Lu... it's really not my fault, they gave me too much!"

Ever since learning from Lin Ling that Lu Yuan had inherited a huge fortune, Song Jia has been feeling uneasy, as if she had done something stupid like "betraying her sugar daddy".

During this time, she dared not contact Lu Yuan at all, fearing that he would settle scores with her later.

It wasn't until Chen Xiaomiao messaged her in the morning, inviting her to her home for dinner, that she nervously decided to come and test the waters.

"Senior Lin Ling said she would introduce me to someone she knew in a government agency, plus a huge reward..."

Song Jia's voice grew softer as she spoke: "Tell me, which veteran cadre can withstand such a test?"

Lu Yuan turned to look at Chen Xiaomiao, who was setting out the bowls and chopsticks, and deliberately asked, "Xiaomiao, what should we do if we catch a traitor?"

Chen Xiaomiao swung the ladle in her hand forcefully, gritting her teeth: "Is there any need to say more? Beat him to death with sticks!"

"Captain! Don't shoot! They're on our side! They're on our side!"

Song Jia shuddered in fright and quickly raised her hands in a gesture of surrender.

After a few jokes and banter, the matter was dropped.

Lu Yuan didn't intend to hold a grudge against Song Jia.

He had already inquired with Lü Lei that when Lin Ling first approached Song Jia, Song Jia did not agree.

Lu Lei and his team lied to Song Jia, saying that Lu Yuan was having a fight with his family and asked Song Jia to keep an eye on him so that their young master wouldn't cause trouble outside, promising a hefty reward.

In total, only two messages were conveyed: once about Chen Xiaomiao being sick and hospitalized, and once about Huang Wei's matter.

Put yourself in their shoes: if a wealthy friend's family asked you to keep an eye on their friend for a phone call and you'd get paid, few people would refuse.

The three sat around the table, the steaming hot pot dispelling the winter chill.

Lu Yuan picked up a piece of tofu and casually asked, "By the way, Song Jia, how's work going?"

Song Jia took a sip of soup and said excitedly, "I'm preparing for the provincial civil service exam next spring. My major is relevant, so my chances of passing are very high! If I don't pass, I'll come and work for Boss Lu!"

"I won't hire you." Lu Yuan snorted lightly: "Employees with a history of betrayal are generally not hired by the company."

"cut!"

Song Jia rolled her eyes at him, then turned and sidled up to Chen Xiaomiao, muttering something mysteriously.

"Xiao Miao, I heard from senior Lin Ling that their team plans to assign Lu Yuan a secretary after the New Year. You'd better keep a close eye on him; with Lu Yuan's current status, there are tons of vixens wanting to be his secretary!"

Chen Xiaomiao blinked, looking completely bewildered.

She picked up a piece of chrysanthemum greens with her chopsticks and asked curiously, "What does a vixen have to do with a secretary?"

"It's a very important relationship!"

Seeing her naive appearance, Song Jia became even more enthusiastic in her persuasion: "Just imagine, a 1.78-meter-tall, curvy, mature secretary, wearing a tight-fitting office lady suit every day, with black stockings and high heels, strutting around in front of your man..."

"Do you think you can sleep well at night?"

Lu Yuan's forehead veins throbbed as he listened, and he picked up a large piece of piping hot fish and stuffed it into Song Jia's bowl.

Even food can't shut you up!

"Xiao Miao, look, this is how a man shows signs of insecurity..."

After finishing her hot pot meal, Song Jia let out a satisfied burp. Before leaving, she didn't forget to "borrow" a pair of couplets that she liked from the pile of Spring Festival couplets on the living room floor.

"Xiao Miao, I have to go now. I'll come visit you another day!"

"I'll see you off!"

Chen Xiaomiao wiped her hands, grabbed her car keys, and followed them out.

……

The parking lot downstairs.

When Song Jia saw Chen Xiaomiao take out her car keys and unlock the M5, she clicked her tongue twice, but wasn't too surprised.

After all, given Lu Yuan's current status, this kind of thing is perfectly normal.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Song Jia fastened her seatbelt and looked at Chen Xiaomiao's focused profile, her thoughts drifting.

A few months ago, she was a country girl who couldn't even recognize all the traffic lights.

The car drove smoothly out of the residential area. After hesitating for a long time, Chen Xiaomiao finally couldn't help but ask, "Jiajia, what you said about the secretary at the dinner table... is it true or not?"

Song Jia smiled upon hearing this: "Hey, I was just teasing you, don't take it to heart."

When they were to assign a secretary to Lu Yuan, they would definitely prioritize someone with strong work ability and high emotional intelligence, and to avoid suspicion, it would most likely be a man in his thirties.

These days, it's not like twenty or thirty years ago, when bosses would treat their female secretaries like mistresses; people would laugh at that.

Hearing this, Chen Xiaomiao visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Jia then changed the subject, adding, "But there's something I'm not lying to you about: there will definitely be a lot of 'vixens' wanting to pounce on Lu Yuan in the future."

She counted them on her fingers for Chen Xiaomiao to hear.

"Think about it, he's young, handsome, and has endless money... Lu Yuan has all these qualities now, so it's no wonder he attracts so many women."

Chen Xiaomiao pursed her lips, the streetlights outside the car window casting flickering shadows on her face, obscuring her expression.

She asked softly, "Then... what should I do?"

"Easy, just trust me!"

Song Jia said matter-of-factly, "Trust is the most basic requirement for two people to live together for a long time... Besides, Lu Yuan is a decent person and wouldn't do anything reckless."

Chen Xiaomiao nodded thoughtfully.

"If you're really worried, you should buy yourself some insurance."

What kind of insurance?

Song Jia reached out her finger and poked Chen Xiaomiao's lower abdomen, smiling without saying a word.

(End of this chapter)