Chapter 06 Vegetable Salad
Sheng Zhao is very satisfied with his current life.
No need to deal with piles of company documents, no need to stay in the president's office every day and go crazy looking at Yu Shiyun's gloomy and cold face, and no need to deal with...annoying people.
When Sheng Zhao thought of this, his eyes darkened.
There was a rustling sound of a lock being unlocked at the door. Sheng Zhao thought it was Li Ji, so he stood up briskly and went to greet him with a smile. His voice was clear and smiling, "Welcome back!"
——But the person at the door was obviously not Li Ji.
Sheng Zhao's smile disappeared in an instant.
The person at the door had shiny red hair and slightly wheat-colored skin that showed his arrogant personality. He wore a metal necklace and leather clothes, looking extremely rebellious. Duan Jingrui looked at Sheng Zhao who opened the door, and pulled the corners of his lips to reveal his small and sharp canine teeth. His brows were filled with a bit of smug joy. "Sister Sheng, I found you."
Before he could say anything, Sheng Zhao suddenly stopped smiling and slammed the door shut.
...a troublesome person.
"Why?"
The boy was disappointed.
"Sister Sheng, ah, don't close the door, I didn't tell Brother Sheng, please open the door, I just want to see you——"
"Why don't you open the door for me? Don't you want to see me?"
He knocked on the door loudly, but Sheng Zhao didn't open it. His cheerful boyish voice was filled with grievance and frustration. The arrogant smile at the beginning was completely gone. He bit his lower lip gradually and his expression became more and more aggrieved. Just when he was wiping his tears and crying for Sheng Zhao to open the door, Sheng Zhao seemed unable to resist his crying and muttering and finally opened the door.
The moment the door opened, the dark-skinned, red-haired boy's eyes were still slightly red, with crystal tears hanging in his eyes. He sobbed and stared at Sheng Zhao in a daze, as if feeling ashamed. Then he wiped his face randomly and cleared his cough as if to cover up his embarrassment, but the tip of his nose was still red. He just sniffed and went into the house.
Sheng Zhao sighed and poured him a glass of water. The boy took the cup and drank it in small sips, sobbing.
The cool and handsome boy just a moment ago disappeared, leaving only the aggrieved boy wiping away tears. He bit the cup with his fangs and whispered, "Aren't you going back? Brother Sheng is so angry."
"Don't go back, don't mention him to me... Just go back quickly after drinking the water. How did you find this place?"
Duan Jingrui wiped away his tears and said, "I searched for the properties under your name one by one, and then I found it."
How stupid.
She has a lot of properties in City A, and it's a good thing he didn't bother to look for them one by one.
When she left, she just took the property deed with her and didn't use her bank card because she was afraid that Sheng Cehan would find out where she was based on her bank statements.
Sheng Zhao's tone softened a bit, and he sighed, "Okay, we've found the person. Let's go back to school early. Doesn't your school have access control?"
Duan Jingrui paused, huddled on the sofa, pursed his lower lip and refused to leave. After a long while, he said, "I missed you a little, so I came to find you. Please don't chase me away, okay?"
Sheng Zhao stepped forward and rubbed his messy red hair. "You are still a child. If you have anything you want to say, go back early and don't tell anyone about me, okay?"
Her voice was gentle and persuasive.
Duan Jingrui paused and said, "I don't want to go back to school, nor do I want to go home."
Sheng Zhao was a little confused, "Why?"
The red-haired, dark-skinned boy paused, coughed lightly, and suddenly a faint red appeared on the tips of his ears and face. He looked up at Sheng Zhao, pursed his lips, and then stuck out his tongue.
There was a crystal-clear metallic tongue stud on his rosy little tongue, which, combined with his vaguely shy expression, made him look inexplicably sexy.
Sheng Zhao paused, then suddenly reached out and grabbed his tongue, his voice a little low and flat.
"Is that why your parents won't let you go back?"
Duan Jingrui struggled because his tongue was grabbed, tears welling up in his eyes from the stimulation of having his tongue tip pinched, "Um... Sheng, sister... don't... it hurts, it hurts!"
"...You are really messing around." Sheng Zhao sighed and loosened his fingertips. Duan Jingrui covered his mouth with his hands, his eyes alert as if he was afraid that she would grab his tongue again.
His fingertips were slightly damp, and Sheng Zhao slowly wiped them with a tissue. Duan Jingrui beside him grumbled and whispered, "But this is cute, isn't it? I made it just to show you and get you to praise me."
"Doesn't it hurt?"
"A little..." More than a little, he couldn't eat during the first few days of the fight and kept crying while thinking about Sheng Zhao.
Thinking of this, his eyes became red again. He pursed his lips to suppress the trembling tears, and suddenly said viciously, "I won't leave. Let me sleep on the street."
Before Sheng Zhao could say anything, the door suddenly opened. Li Ji, who had just finished training, opened the door and saw a red-haired boy dressed in rather rebellious clothes, crying and grabbing the corner of Sheng Zhao's clothes.
Li Ji, who was exhausted after a day of training, looked confused. He pursed his lips and asked, "...Who is he?"
"My cousin."
"fiancé."
The two said in unison.
Li Ji had a blank expression on his face, but his brows slowly furrowed. His eyes slowly moved towards Sheng Zhao, who looked guilty, and his expression seemed to be saying - you'd better give me an explanation.
After Sheng Zhao's flustered explanation and the oppressive look he gave Duan Jingrui, Duan Jingrui had no choice but to sob and change his confession, nodding and saying that he was his cousin.
Sheng Zhao's expression was gentle and calm, with a kind of innocent pretense. "That's right, this kid has been tired of studying lately, so he wants to stay here for a while. Is that okay?"
Li Ji seemed to be playing with the water cup in his hand out of boredom. His voice was low and hoarse, and it seemed to be a subtle mockery. "How can I object?"
Sheng Zhao lowered his eyes guiltily, not knowing how to coax him so that he wouldn't be angry.
Duan Jingrui was quite excited because he could stay. He pulled Sheng Zhao upstairs to find a room. Seeing him like this, Li Ji felt even less tense.
Sheng Zhao paused, and before Duan Jingrui could pull her away, she pulled Duan Jingrui away from Li Ji's death gaze, leaving Li Ji sitting on the sofa with his arms folded, his face cold.
Duan Jingrui excitedly told her, his canine teeth and tongue stud looming as he spoke, "Sister Sheng, which room are you in? I want to sleep with you—"
"Shh-"
Sheng Zhao suddenly covered his mouth and pushed him against the wall.
The boy blushed for a moment, looked up at Sheng Zhao's peaceful face hesitantly, then stuck out his tongue and licked the palm of Sheng Zhao's hand that was covering his mouth in a flattering manner.
Her wet eyes are like a puppy's.
The wet tip of the tongue licked the palm of his hand carefully, and the sticky and wet feeling made Sheng Zhao shrink suddenly.
Sheng Zhao's face darkened.
She rubbed her brows wearily, letting go and whispering, "Jingrui, you'd better be obedient and be my cousin—"
Her voice was gentle, yet instantly tinged with a hint of threat. "Otherwise, I'll have your parents stop paying your living expenses, I'll remove your tongue piercing, dye your hair back, and you're not allowed to come within ten meters of me again. Do you understand?"
Duan Jingrui nodded blankly.
He seemed to want to refute but couldn't find the words. He pursed his lips and then asked Sheng Zhao quietly, with curiosity in his eyes, "Sister Sheng, who was that old man with a dark face just now?"
"What old man?" Sheng Zhao frowned slightly with a hint of displeasure in his eyes. "He is now the artist I fully represent."
Duan Jingrui paused, then suddenly realized, "Then he is the next one--"
Under the pressure of Sheng Zhao's gaze, Duan Jingrui covered his mouth with a wronged look and said nothing.
"Go back and call your brother later, okay?"
"……All right."
Duan Jingrui was a little unhappy, but he forced himself to hold it in.
What brother? He feels like a... vixen.
What? Sister Sheng likes mature old men who are vixen?
He was secretly sulking and became unhappy when he saw Li Ji.
While they were talking, Li Ji had already prepared the meal without saying a word and was sitting quietly at the dining table.
When Sheng Zhao and Duan Jingrui went downstairs, they saw Li Ji’s calm and sour face, and a pot of - grass?
There was only a bowl of vegetable salad on the table.
Li Ji met Sheng Zhao's incredulous eyes, pulled the corners of his lips slightly, and said in a hoarse and low voice, "Well, dinner is ready, let's eat."
"But..." This is a pot of grass. Sheng Zhao wanted to say something, but when he saw Li Ji's gloomy face, he remained silent.
...Angry men are indeed a bit scary.
As if sensing what Sheng Zhao wanted to say, Li Ji raised his eyebrows and spoke in a frivolous voice, "I want to lose weight, so I'll eat vegetable salad tonight."
"……oh."
Even though he had been on a diet and didn't eat dinner a few days ago, Li Ji would still cook a normal meal for Sheng Zhao.
His cooking skills are really good.
Sheng Zhao likes the food he cooks.
But Duan Jingrui only heard the word "lose weight". He looked at Li Ji's almost perfect figure, snorted sourly, pretended to be disdainful, did not complain, and began to stuff salad into his mouth.
Sheng Zhao and Li Ji couldn't help but look sideways.
Sheng Zhao watched Duan Jingrui eat half a bowl of salad by himself. Even though his stomach was full, he still stuffed more food into his mouth. He paused and suddenly had a ridiculous idea.
Wait... this silly boy doesn't think that eating more salad will make him thinner, right?
Li Ji's anger inexplicably subsided a little. He glanced away without looking at Duan Jingrui and Sheng Zhao, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and his eyes narrowed with pleasure.
Thinking in my heart.
...How stupid.
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