Chapter 38
Mu Yunting asked Su Qiong, "How's your doctor friend doing? Are the hospital supplies adequate?" Despite being confined to the small apartment complex, Mu Yunting lived a fulfilling life every day. After securing the donations, he busied himself with work, watching dramas, learning to cook, and playing games with Su Qiong, forgetting to follow up.
Su Qiong smiled. "She's still working hard on the front lines. She said there's no need to worry, because the most pressing issue has been resolved." Su Qiong shook her head. "The epidemic will also end smoothly."
Tonight's dishes were scrambled eggs with enoki mushrooms, stir-fried pork with broccoli, and egg custard. The soup was loofah soup. These were dishes that Su Qiong and Mu Yunting both loved. Su Qiong had been a bit surprised when she first learned that Mu Yunting favored home cooking. She often went to high-end restaurants with her boss at work, but she hadn't expected his favorite dish to be stir-fried pork and carrots.
It was unexpectedly plain, but when she thought of the snacks and three cartons of soda in Mu Yunting's previous screening room, she didn't find it that surprising. Su Qiong chuckled inwardly.
Mu Yunting put down the soup bowl and folded a tissue to wipe his mouth, "What are you going to do after the epidemic? Do you have a plan?" If Su Qiong doesn't plan to get involved in this industry again, will they really have no contact after the epidemic is over?
Hearing Mu Yunting's question, Su Qiongtiao tilted her head slightly and thought: "My current idea is to stay with my friend for a while, and then do some volunteer work or something." She originally wanted to travel, but because of the epidemic, the situation is very unclear. She dare not go to other places casually, for fear of being locked up again, or being infected with the epidemic in an unfamiliar place.
"I'm going to Tang Yixi, my doctor friend's place. If their hospital is recruiting volunteers, I might stay there longer."
Mu Yunting thought of Tang Yixi at Wuhan No. 1 Hospital, and measured the distance in his mind, sighing slowly: "Wuhan? It's so far away."
Su Qiong shook her head. "No, she was transferred there for support. Her original hospital was in Shenzhen, but I forgot where it was."
Mu Yunting: "Oh." Shanghai and Shenzhen are very close. He then asked: "Why do you want to volunteer?"
Su Qiong didn't know why. "I don't plan to work. I'm just volunteering to pass the time. I remember always having fun volunteering. I could meet different people, experience different things, and help others." After saying that, Su Qiong paused and laughed, "Haha, does that sound idealistic? I'm not really that helpful. I find it interesting first."
Mu Yunting shook his head and nodded: "That's good."
"When you're volunteering, you think about what you want to do..." Su Qiong put down her chopsticks and rested her chin on her palm. "If possible, I'd really like to be a tour guide." She remembered that there were also volunteer tour guides, and she could try it out to see if she liked it.
"Being a tour guide is tiring because I have to run around everywhere, the salary may not be that high, and there are many things to remember... but I just want to do it." Su Qiong sighed and poked the table with his index finger.
The topic ended and the two were silent for a few seconds.
Mu Yunting recalled the trip to Mount Tai that Su Qiong had shared during a previous chat: Su Qiong climbed up with great enthusiasm, but in the end her legs were so sore that she could only walk down Mount Tai tremblingly with the help of a picked-up branch. Su Qiong complained twistedly: "But my dear parents had the foresight to take the cable car down the mountain comfortably." Although she thought that the climbing journey was arduous and that she was stupid for not taking the cable car, her tone and expression were smiling. Mu Yunting found this kind of travel experience that makes you feel happy from the heart quite interesting. He said slowly: "After the epidemic is over, I want to find time to travel." He looked at Su Qiong, "Do you have any recommendations?"
"Okay! Let me think about it..." Su Qiong's eyes lit up. She had a lot of ideas in her mind when discussing these things, but she really couldn't say which one was the most fun for the time being.
After dinner, Mu Yunting felt bad for not coming out to eat in time today and took the initiative to wash the dishes. "I wasn't actually working at the time, I just forgot the time," he said apologetically.
Su Qiong declined, saying it was okay, but in the end, her arm was no match for her thigh. She said thank you and watched Mu Yunting go into the kitchen and roll up his sleeves. Her phone was loading a game. She sat on the sofa and turned to see Mu Yunting, wearing an apron with a bow, his back straight.
Perhaps the boss is a virtuous, growing househusband, Su Qiong thought with a wild imagination. Although the boss used to be an idiot in life, he now knows how to do housework and cook, and even his fussy personality has been much more restrained.
Mu Yunting faced away from Su Qiong, frowning as he washed the dishes. His hands moved steadily, afraid that if he moved too quickly, the splashing water would splash onto his arms or clothes. He was a bit of a germaphobe, so logically, he wouldn't want to wash the dishes. If he wasn't worried about the prolonged lockdown due to the epidemic and the lack of dishes, he would have used them each time and thrown them away. But for some reason, every time Su Qiong washed the dishes or did chores, Mu Yunting had the urge to do it himself... Obviously, when Su Qiong was his secretary, he wouldn't have been reluctant to assign her work, right?
Mu Yunting sighed while washing dishes.
"Ah, I've been so caught up in the lockdown that I almost forgot about time...it's already June!" Su Qiong folded some clothes and took a moment to check the time. Some of the clothes in her hands were given to her by Mu Yunting. It had been raining continuously for several days, and the air was humid, so Su Qiong's clothes were still damp. Mu Yunting simply let Su Qiong hang out the clothes for a few days and return them to him when the lockdown was lifted. So Su Qiong suddenly had a lot more clothes.
Su Qiong glanced down at the colorful tropical-style shirt she was wearing. She hadn't tried on so many bright colors since she started working. She spread out the shirts Mu Yunting had given her on the bed, her eyes twinkling as she eagerly tried them on.
"It's already June, and it seems like the lockdown was only started in early May..." Su Qiong was unsure, and checked her calendar on her phone. It's already been a month, time flies surprisingly fast.
Aside from the essentials, which were replenished regularly, snacks were consumed very quickly. Su Qiong and Mu Yunting split the remaining half box of Coke, three cans each.
"One, two, three..." Mu Yunting stood in front of the refrigerator, unable to resist counting again. The red cans gleamed in the refrigerator light, a hint of mist clinging to the sides. After hesitating for a few minutes, Mu Yunting sighed and closed the refrigerator door. He returned to his study to continue processing documents.
Mu Yunting never read novels, so naturally, he didn't understand the CEO's status. A big-name CEO drank nerdy happy water and ate junk food without a care in the world. But after playing "Fate" and understanding the CEO character, he realized that CEOs also have the labels of being handsome, otherworldly, noble, and wealthy. Recalling his own innocent, enthusiastic, and open-hearted way of enjoying snacks before, he felt a little embarrassed now. He had to pretend in front of Su Qiong, too embarrassed to go to the screening room to grab snacks so often.
Mu Yunting carefully compared himself to the CEO character, briefly pondering. He'd never been the subject of a love letter or confession, so he must be considered unattractive. They were both CEOs, so why was he the only one with the money? He thought, "Hey!" and quickly traced back to the player forums, finding several posts about CEOs.
'Sisters, who understands! The CEO's cold, unapproachable feeling! Uh uh uh ah ah ah, and then when he meets someone he likes, he spends a fortune. I'm a local dog, I love to watch! The CEO is forcing his wife to love him! Crematorium!'
"So cool and domineering! Hurry up, someone please promote this kind of Nantong literature about CEOs and poor people! I want to see this kind of class inequality [drool][drool]"
"He is a famous young master from a wealthy family in Longcheng, who can make things happen with a flick of his hand, while she is just the adopted daughter of the mayor, humble and insignificant!"
What the hell are these things...Mu Yunting was speechless.
"This is the legendary pajamas that a domineering CEO would tear apart with a single tear."
Mu Yunting caught sight of this line of text from the corner of his eye, and before he could even see the accompanying image, he quickly quit the browser. Mu Yunting: Speechless. Why am I searching for this...
After finishing his work, Mu Yunting smacked his back and leaned back in his office chair. It was still quite a while before lunchtime. He opened WeChat, his gaze lingering on Su Qiong's chat box before scrolling down and clicking on the group chat for Building 18, which had over 99 messages.
Mu Yunting blocked the group chat of nearly 100 people to avoid pop-up messages all day long. He usually wouldn't open the group chat unless there was nothing to do. Only when the butler @ed everyone or @ed him individually would the chat box show a red @, and Mu Yunting would receive a notification.
Mu Yunting clicked on it and saw pop-up windows with other users chatting. He didn't care what they were talking about and clicked "Jump to @'s message" in the bottom right corner. The messages swiped up, and it took a while before he finally reached the notification.
Mu Yunting sighed: It seems that the chat in the group is very lively.
"@Everyone, the epidemic prevention office only allows the purchase of food and medicine. We deeply apologize for the inconvenience caused to all residents! To this end, we have set up a table in the elevator where everyone can exchange items without contact. We will disinfect it regularly, but please also ask residents to properly disinfect it before opening the elevator to exchange items. We apologize again and wish everyone a speedy recovery from the epidemic!"
The messages in the group chat were all kinds of different. Some people asked if they had potato chips, some asked who had garbage bags... and some were trading game consoles. Mu Yunting thought for a moment and realized that he and Su Qiong were not much different, so he just swiped and exited.
In the kitchen, Su Qiong, wearing a Pikachu apron, hummed a song as she stood in front of a covered pot of simmering food. She placed her hands on her hips, her expression suddenly changing. "Shit!" Su Qiong cursed under her breath, suddenly remembering something—her period was coming, but she had run out of sanitary pads.
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