On the balcony, he held a watering can and watered the newly bought potted plants.
Water droplets swirled on the lush green leaves, eventually dripping from the tips of the leaves into the soil below and disappearing.
Jiang Cheng was absentmindedly leaning to one side, seemingly talking on the phone with someone.
"I've said it so many times, this charity foundation is not commercial in nature. It raises funds in the name of me and Lanjing. They can donate if they want, or we can disband if they don't."
He and Luo Xiaoli had been out all day, and when they got home, she volunteered to go to the kitchen to cook a few dishes that she had secretly learned from her aunt.
Jiang Cheng knew that what she made wouldn't taste very good, but he couldn't refuse Luo Xiaoli's unprecedented enthusiasm for becoming a virtuous wife, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and agree.
He is currently handling the charity fund he had planned to set up to help some impoverished children in Lanjing complete their studies. Originally, Jiang Cheng only wanted to lend his name and cooperate with You Lixuan and the others.
Unexpectedly, the person in charge called to invite him to attend several events. Jiang Cheng doesn't have the time, especially since such events involve dealing with businessmen and inevitably involve some polite small talk and insincere drinking.
He genuinely disliked such meaningless matters, but the person in charge spoke tactfully, implying that the various companies in Lanjing, large and small, were very cunning and wanted to exploit his research leadership to enhance their own companies' reputation.
Donations are fine, no problem, but at least we need to have the face to say a few words to Jiang Cheng.
Only then can it be used as excellent publicity, which can not only reflect the company's benevolent heart for the people, but also have a good commercial effect.
Jiang Cheng had no choice but to agree, but he would only attend once at most. This was only for the sake of fundraising; otherwise, he wouldn't want to go even once.
Dealing with businessmen is far more difficult than dealing with researchers. Throughout history, it's no exaggeration to say that businessmen are notoriously cunning and unpredictable.
After they reached an agreement, he hung up the phone. Xiao Li's voice came from the living room, "Brother, are you done with your work? Let's eat."
"good!"
In the living room, Jiang Cheng looked at her smugly in surprise, and at the steaming four dishes and one soup on the table.
"Take a bite!"
Luo Xiaoli blinked her beautiful eyes, a hint of anticipation flashing in her pure black pupils.
"tasty!"
"Then you should eat more, brother." She smiled sweetly. Jiang Cheng's praise filled her heart with a honey-like sweetness, making her months of learning from her mother in Fengzhou worthwhile. With those words, everything was worthwhile; even the oil splattered on her arm and the cuts on her fingertips no longer seemed so frightening.
When you love someone, it seems like anything is worth doing.
She rested her chin on her hand, the affection in her eyes enough to melt anyone's heart.
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In the bathroom, the two squeezed into a small space. Jiang Cheng shook his toothbrush left and right, up and down, and the blue and white toothpaste produced foam that filled his mouth.
Luo Xiaoli had some strange habit of wearing Jiang Cheng's white shirt instead of pajamas. She was a head shorter than her brother, and the oversized shirt barely covered her bottom, leaving her long, white, and straight legs exposed to the air. She was also brushing her teeth, and occasionally, with a mischievous urge, she would lean back and press herself against him.
Jiang Cheng couldn't help but cough softly twice, then, holding her shoulders, he mumbled, "Just wash up properly..."
"Giggle giggle giggle." A melodious laugh, like the sound of silver bells, echoed in the small space.
He washed his face, looked up and walked into the living room. Luo Xiaoli, wearing slippers, leaned against the door frame, brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, and said, "I'm going to take a shower now."
"Go wash up, I'm going back to my room to read."
"?"
Jiang Cheng felt refreshed and was about to step into the house when Luo Xiaoli suddenly coughed twice in a fake manner.
He keenly sensed that the voice contained a different meaning, so he turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"
"You're just leaving like that?" She blinked. "I said, I'm going to take a shower!"
"Let's wash it then!"
Jiang Cheng left without looking back, leaving Luo Xiaoli, her face full of black lines, leaning against the doorframe, questioning her existence...
Okay, it's fine if you're a straight-laced guy.
A moment later, she tilted her head strangely, a sinister smile appearing on her face.
Don't underestimate the meticulousness of a yandere's mind.
Luo Xiaoli entered the room and closed the door.
Soon after, the sound of rushing water began.
Jiang Cheng was reading a psychology book that described the specific characteristics of Stockholm syndrome. The book was called "Psychological Profiling." This type of effect often manifests as a distorted phenomenon in which victims of crime develop feelings of liking for the perpetrator, and even help the perpetrator. He wasn't very interested in this.
He turned to the next page, and two words caught his attention.
"Yandere".
A yandere is a mental illness characterized by an extreme fondness for a particular thing and a state of shyness. When such individuals transform into a dark personality type, they may engage in extreme behaviors that are inconsistent with their usual image. Their extreme thinking often leads to an exceptionally strong possessiveness, frequently accompanied by violent behavior when dissatisfied.
Since this term appeared in Japan in 2005 and was widely promoted, many anime characters possess this attribute, such as Kurumi Tokisaki, Shion Sonozaki, Kotonoha Katsura, Yuno Gasai, and Kurome...
Jiang Cheng smiled wryly upon seeing this. There aren't that many yanderes in real life; they probably only exist in fantasy!
Just as he was thinking this, a voice suddenly came from the bathroom, "Brother Jiangcheng, I forgot my bath towel, could you go to the balcony and get it for me?"
"good!"
After agreeing, he got out of bed, grabbed a pink bath towel, and went over.
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