Chapter 30 Strategy: On the thirtieth day, I'm becoming more and more like a pervert...

Bai Jiangxin deliberately followed up on her thoughts, making his words more meaningful, just to see how she would continue to pretend when he actually laid out all the things she thought about all the time.

As a result, she unknowingly replied with something even more frightening.

The boy's pale skin flushed slightly, and after he finally recovered, Bai Jiangxin glared at her.

Some people truly lack self-awareness, indulging in grand fantasies every day without considering reality, genuinely believing they can handle anything.

Take this one for example. She's frail and petite, with a tiny face; a single cream puff could fill her entire cheek. It's hard to imagine that any part of her body could withstand any exertion. How could she possibly think of such a thing?

It even goes deep into her stomach, really deep into her stomach, can she handle it?

He's probably a bit mentally unstable. Even though he knows she's not thinking anything serious, he still wants to listen and even tries to outdo her in being more irreverent.

What else could this be but a medical condition?

Bai Jiangxin had never uttered any vulgarities in his life, but he couldn't compare to her in vulgarity, and he had no way to deal with her. So he could only watch helplessly as he was gradually assimilated by the lewd content in her mind.

Xiang Di was still asking him if he had caught a cold again, but every time he had "caught a cold" lately, it was related to her.

Bai Jiangxin frowned: "I don't have a cold."

Xiang Di said worriedly, "But I see your neck and ears are all red from coughing..."

Bai Jiangxin: "That wasn't from coughing."

Xiang Di: "Why is that?"

"..."

Bai Jiangxin remained silent.

Why do you think it's because of that?

Seeing her expression of complete ignorance, it was as if those teasing words had hit a cotton ball, leaving one feeling both annoyed and helpless.

She was the one who first stigmatized the word "depth," and now it's him who's the one with impure thoughts and can't save face.

Bai Jiangxin replied coldly, "There's no reason, don't worry about it."

He started his electric scooter, this time he was really ready to leave. If he couldn't afford to mess with them, he could at least avoid them.

"Wait a minute, you forgot your helmet."

Xiang Di called him back, took off his helmet, and returned it to him.

Xiang Di tidied her hair while preparing her words.

"Um, thank you for driving me to the bookstore today and for lending me your helmet." Although she didn't understand why his expression was so changeable today, Xiang Di still chose to say a few more words of concern, "Um, be careful on your way home, drive slowly, don't catch a cold, and also, I think you should still put on your helmet, I noticed you weren't wearing one when you came..."

When he came today, he pulled up the hood of his clothes to block the wind. Although it looked cool, it wasn't very safe.

Concern can cloud judgment, and Xiang Di had already tried to omit a lot of things to say, afraid that he would think she was meddling in his business. After all, nobody wants to be nagged, so towards the end, her voice wasn't so loud anymore. She kept observing his expression, afraid of seeing even a hint of impatience in his eyes.

There was no impatience on his part. Bai Jiangxin lowered his eyes, his expression calm, and fiddled with the helmet strap. He was usually such an unyielding person, and he didn't even have the patience to listen to a few words of the homeroom teacher's reprimand. But at this moment, he was like a well-behaved child listening to a lecture.

After she finished speaking, Bai Jiangxin said, "I understand."

He even asked her, "Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

"...That's all." No sooner had she spoken than Xiang Di quickly remembered something else. "Oh, I've worn this helmet before, do you mind?"

"If I minded, I wouldn't have lent it to you in the first place."

In front of Xiang Di, Bai Jiangxin casually swept his bangs back, then with one hand, he fastened the safety buckle and put on the helmet neatly and efficiently.

Nodding to her, Bai Jiangxin said, "Let's go."

Xiang Di was so impressed by his casual gesture of flipping his hair and putting on his helmet that her heart was pounding.

She hesitated for several seconds before saying, "Oh, be careful on the road, bye-bye."

"Um."

Xiang Di stood by the roadside, watching his departing figure as he rode away on his bicycle.

As expected, handsome people look good no matter what they do.

How can he look so cool even when riding a small electric scooter? It's as if he's riding a big motorcycle instead of a small electric scooter.

After Bai Jiangxin had driven far enough, Xiang Di reluctantly turned around.

Feeling bored on the way home, Xiang Di reached into his bag and took out the cream puffs he hadn't finished at the store.

There was even a cream puff that was only half-eaten, but she had forgotten why she had only eaten half of it.

Anyway, it was leftovers. Xiang Di put the half-eaten cream puff into her mouth. Although the texture wasn't as good as when she ate it in the store, it was still delicious.

While chewing the cream puff, Xiang Di thought to herself, "If this wasn't what she left over, but what Bai Jiangxin left over, it would taste even better with Bai Jiangxin's flavor mixed in."

Hmm, why do I feel like I'm becoming more and more of a pervert? I even eat his leftovers.

If Bai Jiangxin knew that she actually wanted to eat the cream puffs he had eaten, he, being a germaphobe, would probably be disgusted with her.

Xiang Di sighed. Bai Jiangxin would never understand this. When you really like someone, even their saliva tastes sweet to you. How could you possibly find it disgusting?

But it's normal that he doesn't understand; he's always been the moon that's looked up to, so how could he know how tired her neck is?

People with obsessive-compulsive disorder usually hate it when others touch their things because they are afraid of getting them dirty. Xiang Di kept this in mind, so she was very careful all day.

If she hadn't washed her hair before going out, she wouldn't have worn Bai Jiangxin's helmet even if she had broken her head.

I'd rather die than let him smell my hair oil!

To Xiang Di's surprise, Bai Jiangxin's germaphobia didn't seem so severe today. He not only allowed her to sit on the back of his electric scooter, but also allowed her to wear his helmet. Most importantly, he allowed her to hug his waist and lean against his back.

Thinking about all the physical contact they had had with him today, Xiang Di couldn't help but chuckle.

Well, this is probably the good fortune I got from washing my hair today.

-

The person in the rearview mirror had left. Bai Jiangxin looked away and sped up his electric scooter.

Wearing the helmet that Xiang Di had worn, he smelled the scent of her shampoo all the way home because of his sensitive sense of smell.

Bai Jiangxin finally realized where that sweet fragrance on her body came from.

It turned out to be from her long hair.

He smelled the aroma of coconut milk the whole way, and even had the illusion that Xiang Di was still sitting behind him. It wasn't until he got home, took off his helmet, and turned around that he realized the back seat was empty. He then suddenly remembered that Xiang Di had been driven home by him thirty minutes earlier.

Bai Jiangxin pursed her lips.

That's true, how could he possibly take her back to his home?

After parking his car and putting down his helmet, Bai Jiangxin carried a bag of desserts that Xiang Di had bought for him into his home.

A pair of men's leather shoes were neatly arranged in the entryway where shoes were changed, and Bai Jiangxin frowned slightly.

However, upon entering the living room, several floor-to-ceiling windows let sunlight into the spacious, double-height room, illuminating the various exquisite pieces of furniture and furnishings. Only the housekeeper was busy wiping the jade porcelain and art pieces on the display cases.

"You're back?" Auntie said with a smile when she saw Bai Jiangxin return. "Auntie will make you lunch right away."

Bai Jiangxin hummed in agreement, looked around, and finally asked, "Where's my dad?"

The aunt replied, "She's upstairs making a phone call."

Bai Jiangxin: "Did he also have lunch at home today?"

"He probably won't eat it. It seems like your dad just came back to get something."

As soon as the aunt finished speaking, there was a commotion upstairs. Bai Jiangxin's father, dressed in a suit and tie, came down the stairs with a sealed document bag in his hand.

Seeing his son downstairs, the man paused slightly and asked, "You're back?"

Bai Jiangxin: "Mm."

The man was in a hurry to leave, perhaps feeling that it was a bit unreasonable to only say one sentence to his son whom he hadn't seen for a week, so he added, "Since you're back, let's get ready to eat. I have to work, so I won't eat at home."

Bai Guang didn't ask his son where he went on Sunday morning when there was no school, and Bai Jiangxin naturally didn't ask his father why he was so busy on Sunday.

But compared to his father's dignity, the son was clearly unwilling to give his father that face. Bai Jiangxin said in a very indifferent tone: "Whatever."

Bai Guang's eyes immediately turned cold, but older people are always better at controlling their emotions than younger people. He suppressed his anger and asked, "By the way, did you send a message to my secretary a few days ago? He didn't reply in time. After he saw the message and replied to you, you didn't reply to him again. What did you want to talk to him about?"

Bai Jiangxin didn't hide anything and said directly, "It's about the parent-teacher meeting."

Bai Guang asked in a low voice, "So you've already decided to have him attend the parent-teacher conference in your place?"

"It doesn't matter who goes to the parent-teacher meeting." After a pause, Bai Jiangxin said, "What I'm specifying is not the person, but the car."

Bai Guang frowned, not understanding what he meant.

Bai Jiangxin said directly, "Don't you have a few Rolls-Royces in your garage? You can just have someone drive one of them to our school."

Bai Guang still frowned: "...What?"

They don't care who goes to the parent-teacher conference for him, but they do care which car takes him there.

Unheard of, Bai Guang even doubted whether the person in front of him was really his son.

Bai Jiangxin repeated what he had just said.

Bai Guang was now certain that his son did indeed have this request. He turned his head and thought for a long time about the significance of this request, but he still couldn't figure it out.

He snorted, not because he thought his son's request to drive a particular car to school was unreasonable, but because he felt that his son had a designated car but not the person who attended the parent-teacher conference, as if the car was more important than the person who attended the conference.

"You usually prefer to ride your beat-up electric scooter around rather than ride in my cars, so when did you become interested in my vehicles?" Bai Guang raised an eyebrow and asked directly, "Tell me, did something happen at school?"

This time, Bai Jiangxin frowned: "No."

"Then tell me why you have to drive that car to attend the parent-teacher conference at your school."

Bai Jiangxin and his father had never gotten along, and there was no father-son affection between them. They didn't care about each other at all. He thought that since it was just a matter of assigning a car to go to school, his father shouldn't have asked too many questions.

Seeing that his son remained silent, Bai Guang could only guess.

What purpose could someone have in driving a luxury car to school? It's just that one purpose.

Bai Guang spoke, his cold tone carrying a hint of merciless mockery: "Back then, when I sent you to an international school, you thought it was meaningless for everyone around you to be hypocritical and compare themselves to each other all the time. You thought your grandfather's theories—that the proletariat is the greatest and that's the only truth—and that I, a capitalist covered in the stench of money, only accumulated my wealth by exploiting the people, were finally out of touch with reality?"

Bai Jiangxin is a stubborn man, harder to deal with than the iceberg that hit the Titanic. Even his father, Bai Guang, has been turned away by him countless times. Now that he finally has a chance to ridicule his son, he directly treats him as a business competitor.

Bai Jiangxin: "..."

For the first time, Bai Jiangxin lowered his head somewhat awkwardly in front of his father. He clicked his tongue and could only give a reason: "...I have a classmate who likes this brand, so I want to try it out."

It's clearly that groundhog who's greedy and likes luxury cars, so why is he giving her such a vulgar reason?

Sure enough, the reason was so vulgar that even the usually serious Bai Guang shook his head and chuckled several times. He was amused and asked his son with interest, "Which classmate of yours? So capable that he could even get you to agree to his request?"

"..." Bai Jiangxin lost his patience. "Just tell me if it's okay or not. If not, then forget it."

Bai Guang nodded: "Okay, it's just a car, it doesn't matter which one we drive, but have you decided who to ask to attend the parent-teacher conference?"

Bai Jiangxin breathed a slight sigh of relief and said the same thing: "It's fine, just send anyone you like."

Bai Guang nodded.

"Since anyone can do it, then I'll go."

-

Before Bai Jiangxin could ask her father why he suddenly had free time, Bai Guang received a call from his subordinate urging him to leave. After saying a few words, he hurriedly left home again.

But Bai Jiangxin quickly came to a realization.

Even if I say I'll go now, I might not go if I have other work on the day, and someone else will end up taking my place.

When I was a child, there were many parent-teacher meetings, especially in my old school. These meetings were actually just networking events held by wealthy and powerful parents.

At first, when his father was too busy to go, Bai Jiangxin would explain the reason and express his helplessness. But after it happened many times, his father got used to it and stopped explaining. Bai Jiangxin also stopped asking.

Even when he went to the parent-teacher meeting, the teachers asked the parents to teach the children how to write the character "家" (home). Bai Jiangxin was surrounded by his father's presence. Although he was writing "家" in his hand, he heard his father absentmindedly thinking about work and social engagements, as well as complaining about his mother.

Bai Jiangxin grew up listening to his parents' heartfelt words, so he understood the truth about their broken marriage better than anyone else.

They were all putting on an act in front of him, thinking they were very good actors, saying that the divorce was not what they wanted, but only something they had to do, and that they would continue to love and care for him after the divorce. However, they did not know that Bai Jiangxin could hear everything.

You could hear that they were actually feeling relieved and counting down the days until their divorce.

The idea of ​​getting a divorce if things don't work out is correct. Bai Jiangxin can't blame anyone, but she just feels quite powerless.

From mutual appreciation and affection at the beginning to mutual deception and scheming later on, it's hard to pinpoint exactly who was more at fault at each step. Anyway, one day, the two of them simply stopped loving each other, and he was no longer loved either.

So whether Bai Guang genuinely wants to attend the parent-teacher conference is no longer important to Bai Jiangxin.

Lunch was ready, and Bai Jiangxin ate alone at the table. The aunt also prepared a separate lunch for herself and ate it in the kitchen.

This is a rule that many domestic helpers follow: they don't eat at the same table as their employers. Moreover, Bai Jiangxin is more difficult to please than any employer, so it's impossible for her to be willing to eat at the same table as the helper.

He always ate at this large table by himself, but this morning, he and Xiang Di were crammed together at a small table in the bakery, eating desserts together, and it didn't make him feel so uncomfortable.

Seeing that Xiang Di had eaten half of the cream puff, he didn't feel any aversion. He even thought that if he ate the other half, he could re-establish a biological link with her through saliva and hear her heart again.

Although it's still unclear what drug Xiang Di gave him, he has indeed gotten used to her being around, regardless of whether he can hear her thoughts.

But his subconscious mind was still resisting and avoiding this connection. He was born in a peaceful era. He was not as unfortunate as his grandfather, who was forced to use his physical characteristics to survive in a time of war. But he was not as lucky as his grandfather, who was able to meet someone with whom he could completely open his heart and who was worth his life's devotion.

There is no way to hear someone's thoughts permanently, nor can he do that. What if he eats that half-puff this time, and it doesn't work again next time?

Is he going to steal food again? Or will he just pry open her mouth and stick out his tongue to get what he wants?

Bai Jiangxin couldn't do it, and besides, he couldn't endlessly pry into Xiang Di's heart; that would be unfair to her.

Her feelings are her own, and it's her freedom to like whomever she wants. Since she doesn't want him to know, then he shouldn't know either.

Her feelings for him are real now, though vulgar, they are sincere; though lustful, they are also adorable. He went from resisting her at the beginning to now experiencing withdrawal symptoms if he can't hear her.

Bai Jiangxin never thought that being addicted to an object or a person was a good thing, because once you become dependent on it, you will face the risk of losing control of it and eventually losing it. This applies to objects as well as people.

Even the most intense love may fade one day, and at that time, he will still be able to hear her heart's voice. She won't even be able to pretend anymore, because she can't hide it from him at all. What will he do then?

If she stops liking him one day, will he beg her to like him again, or will he tie her up and force her to face only him every day, compelling her to continue liking him?

Everyone has their own dark side, and Bai Jiangxin is no exception. Xiang Di's dark side is her delusions about him, but his dark side is far more terrifying than hers.

When it comes to rationality and discretion in matters of the heart, he is far inferior to Xiang Di. Her thoughts about him, no matter how outrageous, remain only at the level of fantasy and wishful thinking. She can restrain herself because she understands the consequences of crossing the line. But he doesn't care about those things; he will actually do it, and even go further.

At that point, he wouldn't be the aloof and virtuous Bai Jiangxin she knew. She'd probably cry and make a scene, running away from him.

After putting down his chopsticks, Bai Jiangxin got up and took out the desserts that Xiang Di had bought for him from the refrigerator.

These desserts are indeed beautifully made and delicious, so once you start to like them, it's hard to give them up.