Rent A Girlfriend (JENLISA)

Chapter 42

JENNIE'S POV:

'Okay, Jennie Kim, you are the Tarzan girl when you're young. You can be Tarzan Lady today! This is for your job! I shall do anything to keep my job! Fighting!

I texted Yeri, who was obviously staying in her room right now. She was the epitome of an otaku lady. Where she spent 23 hours of her day locked up in her room, watching BL movie or reading a Manhua. And the other hour? She spent it to get out and buy new merchandise or action figure for her collection.

It wasn't much of a problem though, Yeri was a web author who wrote Bl stories for a living. Let's just say she was living her dream of a shut-in. Unlike me, who had to work 9-5 dealing with those troublesome men.

*Jennie Unnie: Yeri, help me!* A few minutes later, Yeri replied,

*RottenWoman_Yeri: Yes, Unnie?*

*Jennie Unnie: Open your door, I need your help, seriously!*

I was standing in front of Yeri's door, and Yeri finally opened her door after few minutes. She was still in her pajama. It seemed that she hadn't done anything for the whole day.

I immediately rushed into her room and told her, "Close the door. This is important. This is a life and death situation!"

Yeri frowned. She closed the door and asked, "What's with you, Unnie? Did you forget to pay your rent again this month? I don't see Aunty Lin around."

Yeri mentioned Aunty Lin, the fierce landlady. She would usually come to her rented apartments and would use the spare key to bust the renters out if they didn't pay on time, "You're like her target practice, you know. She would always hound at you first since you often skipped monthly rent."

"Aish, Aunty Lin is like a small fish to me! I can handle her just fine! But this is scary, too scary!" I replied. "Go peek at a woman in front of my door."

Yeri got curious. She peeked outside and was awed, "Whoa, what a Beautiful woman. Is she a model?"

"That's not important, Yeri! That woman is my boss daughter, and I ... kind of dated her unknowingly," I replied.

"Eh?! For real? That's amazing, Unnie! You got the jackpot. That woman is extremely Pretty!" Yeri congratulated me happily. Not knowing the real situation.

"Aish, no Yeri! It's not a jackpot when I accidentally smashed her head, insulted her many times, and even blocked her number!"

"You whaaaaat?" Yeri's jaw dropped. "Unnie, I know you're kind of dumb. But this is an advanced dumb!"

"Yes, she came to the office today, and thankfully, I can conceal my identity with my super stealthy disguise! But if she saw my working attire right now, she will definitely recognize me! Yeri, I don't want to get fired. What if she told her dad about what I did and fire me?"

"Then, what would you do, Unnie? I can borrow you my clothes, but ... " Yeri looked at me, and she looked at herself. "I don't think it will fit."

"Aiya, why am I so muscular for a woman!" I complained. But there was no time to complain, at least not now. I rushed to her balcony and took off my three inch heels. I rolled my skirt to a comfortable level and climbed on the guardrail in Yeri's balcony.

Yeri rushed at me worriedly and hugged my waist, "Unnie, I know you have a lot of debts, and now you're also at risk of getting unemployed. But killing yourself is not a good way to end things! Didn't you say to me once that you won't die until you marry a rich second generation and live in luxury while doing nothing? No rich second generation will marry a dead woman!"