Chapter 36
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As if sensing something, Zhao Xingcan tilted his head slightly, looking at Lin Ju with a faint smile in his eyes.
Lin Ju subconsciously straightened her back and lowered her eyes. Her face was reflected on the smooth white porcelain plate.
"Sister Lin Ju, try this." Hu Xiao picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs for her. "I just heard from Manager Li that tonight's dinner was prepared by the Chinese chef that Mr. Zhao hired from outside."
These ribs were indeed more oily and lustrous than those sold at Chinese food stalls before. She took a bite and the sweet and sour taste filled her taste buds.
It is the taste that Lin Ju likes and it is also the taste she is familiar with.
She raised her eyes slightly and looked at Zhao Xingcan. The next second, her cell phone vibrated and a message popped up.
How is my craftsmanship?
Sure enough, the taste is exactly the same as what I had at Peninsula Villa.
At that time, because she had been confined to the house for more than a few months, although there were meals prepared and delivered by the restaurant, Lin Ju would occasionally want to eat something else.
At that time, Zhao Xingcan had plenty of time, so she learned to cook the dishes she wanted to eat by looking up recipes on the Internet. That's how she learned to cook sweet and sour pork ribs.
Lin Ju took another bite, finished the whole piece of ribs, wiped her mouth, and then slowly replied to the message.
[It's just so-so. The meat is tough and hard to chew.]
Zhao Xingcan picked up his phone and took a look at it, and couldn't help but chuckle.
Manager Li held his glass in a state of uncertainty. Zhao Xingcan was in a good mood and said, "I'll consider what you said."
After he finished speaking, he picked up his phone. Manager Li was also tactful and laughed a few times before stepping back.
Zhao Xingcan typed each word one by one.
A few minutes later, Lin Ju stood up suddenly. Hu Xiao looked at her in confusion. Lin Ju glared at Zhao Xingcan fiercely before slowly sitting down.
Her ears turned red as she stared at the line of words on the screen.
【I'm tender, bite me.】
【Having been bitten, you will become older.】
Try again?
【If you don't try, it will hurt your teeth.】
After Lin Ju sent this message, Zhao Xingcan continued typing in the dialog box. The project team members around him laughed and said something, but there was a burst of cheers and noise. Lin Ju seemed not to hear anything. She stared at the screen, waiting for Zhao Xingcan's reply.
As a result, Zhao Xingcan typed for a while and then sent a crying emoticon.
That emoticon package was sent to him by Lin Ju more than a year ago.
Lin Ju pursed her lips, feeling bored, put down her phone, raised her eyebrows and saw that the plate in front of her was already filled with food by Hu Xiao.
Hu Xiao seemed to think it was not enough and was putting a large sea cucumber on her plate.
The round-faced girl turned her head and met Lin Ju's distinct black and white eyes. A smile froze on her lips. She laughed twice, slowly put down the sea cucumber and quickly sat back. "Sister Lin Ju, you are too thin. Eat more. Haha...haha...haha..."
Of course, Lin Ju couldn't finish the whole plate of food. She had just woken up and her appetite wasn't very good, so she reluctantly took a few bites before putting down her chopsticks.
The champagne on the table was delicious, sweet, like drinking white grape juice, and there was no taste of alcohol. She drank several glasses in a row.
By the time the effects of the alcohol took effect, she leaned back in her chair, feeling dizzy.
Wu Wangfeng noticed her, stood up, and when he wanted to go over, a figure had already arrived in front of Lin Ju.
Zhao Xingcan put one arm around Lin Ju's shoulders and back, and with the other hand firmly held her knees, and with a little force, he lifted her up from the chair.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, his brows relaxed, and his voice was full of matter-of-factness. "Since she's so drunk, I'll take her back to her room."
Everyone in the project team looked at them, watching the overlapping figures slowly walk away until they disappeared through the elevator door.
A few seconds later, the restaurant, which was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, suddenly became as noisy as boiling water poured on snow, with people talking all over the place.
The gossip of the men was unstoppable, surrounding Hu Xiao, the only female comrade present, and peppering them with questions. Wu Wangfeng couldn't stand it any longer, so he coughed a few times and told them to stop.
Zhao Xingcan carried Lin Ju out of the elevator, the elevator to the top floor, through the art gallery, passed by Lin Ju's almost finished mural and arrived at his suite.
He swiped his card, pushed the door open, and gently closed it with his heel. There was a muffled "clang." Lin Ju moved slightly, a frown forming between her brows. Her eyelids struggled a few times, and her butterfly-wing-like eyelashes quietly opened.
Her lips moved, and Zhao Xingcan put her on the bed and leaned in to listen.
"Big bastard."
"Zhao Xingcan, you big bastard."
Those few words reminded him of the time when he sent her a "Happy New Year" message during the Lunar New Year. A few days later, he received a vague voice message from her, "Bullshit, Happy New Year, Zhao Xingcan, you big bastard."
I scolded him in the same way, with tears and accusations, just like now, but the difference was that we were thousands of miles apart then, but now we were so close.
Lin Ju on the bed began to move, pulling at her clothes and sitting up, saying she was hot and uncomfortable.
Zhao Xingcan stopped reminiscing and went over to support Lin Ju, fearing that she would fall off the bed.
Lin Ju struggled in his grasp, staring at him dazedly. After seeing his face clearly, she stopped struggling. Her body felt like a pool of melted ice, and her heart felt like a ball of newly grown cotton, deflated at the slightest touch and scattered at the slightest breeze.
She started crying. It's funny how people who normally don't cry will just cry when they get drunk.
She lay on Zhao Xingcan's shoulder, leaned on his chest, and then rested her head on his abdomen. She slid down while crying, wiping her tears as she slid down, wetting Zhao Xingcan's neck and shirt.
Zhao Xingcan became her giant pillow, allowing her to go on a drunken rampage with great patience. Only after Lin Ju vomited the little she had eaten for dinner on him did he frown slightly, sigh, and mutter, "It was all in vain, and I'm going to lose weight again."
After saying that, he touched Lin Ju's bony shoulders, picked her up easily, and took her to the bathroom.
The bathtub was filled with water. Lin Ju closed her eyes and leaned in the warm water.
The skin all over is snow-white with a hint of red, like a peach.
Zhao Xingcan took off the clothes that she had soiled, and gave her a bath with his upper body naked.
The warm water flowed over Lin Ju's skin again and again, and her curly hair was soaked with water, getting wet and sticking to her cheeks.
The skin looks whiter, crystal clear white.
Zhao Xingcan felt that he couldn't look at her any longer, otherwise he would be a beast.
He wiped Lin Ju's body without looking away. He had done this many times before.
When they slept in the same bed, the room was always filled with an ambiguous and damp smell in the middle of the night. Lin Ju curled up lazily on the bed, and Zhao Xingcan had to carry her to clean herself.
Lin Ju enjoyed his service very much, and when she was in a good mood, she would invite him to do it again in the bathroom.
After Zhao Xingcan gave her a bath, he carried her back to the bedroom.
It was a neither cold nor hot day, and he was afraid that she would catch a cold, so he turned on the heating and found a new clean quilt to cover her.
He stood there for a while, and when he saw that Lin Ju finally stopped moving and fell into a deep sleep, he went back to the bathroom.
After staying in the bathroom for nearly an hour, Zhao Xingcan came out, his skin cold as hell.
He changed his clothes and went to the balcony to smoke.
Smoking one cigarette after another, people will subconsciously repeat certain actions when thinking.
Zhao Xingcan coughed a few times as he smoked his fourth cigarette. The night breeze felt chilly on his face. He didn't want to catch a cold, so he dropped the unlit cigarette from his fingers and into the pack.
I leaned my back against the balcony railing and waited for a moment until the smell of smoke disappeared.
Zhao Xingcan slowly returned to his room.
The suite has three rooms and a large living room.
Zhao Xingcan walked around the head of the bed, glanced at the sleeping Lin Ju, and walked out of the room silently.
He sat on the sofa all night, frowning and thinking.
The last time this happened was when he was seventeen and found out his father had an illegitimate child.
He was not sad about the sharing or loss of his father's love. What he was thinking about more was whether this illegitimate child would have an impact on his future inheritance of the Zhao family.
This incident was not a big deal, so my grandfather stepped in and in less than an hour had the mother and son sent out of the country.
I don’t know where she is now, but she will probably never appear in front of him in this life.
As a young man, he was thinking about his future.
Now he is thinking about their future.
He didn't want to see Lin Ju eating casually anymore, didn't want Lin Ju to work on the mural for days and nights regardless of her life, and even more didn't want her to curl up alone on the floor of the studio, with her bones aching from sleeping and no one caring.
Lin Ju couldn't hear, so he came to listen.
Lin Ju couldn't speak, so he spoke.
He wants to marry Lin Ju.
At dawn, Zhao Xingcan went to the restaurant downstairs.
The kitchen was dark and no one was there.
He walked in, turned on the light, and came out with a bowl of shrimp and seafood porridge, which was steaming and looked very good.
He took the elevator up, returned to his room, and put the porridge in the thermal box.
I sat on the sofa for a while, bored and absent-mindedly looking at my phone.
About an hour later, there was a rustling sound in the room.
Zhao Xingcan stood up, took the thermal box, walked to the door, and knocked three times.
Lin Ju hummed, his voice dry and hoarse after a hangover.
He pushed the door open and walked in, his brows and eyes gentle. He glanced at the hearing aid on her ear and then spoke, "Awake?"
The room was covered tightly with thick curtains, and it was dim. Only when the door was opened could a faint light penetrate.
Lin Ju placed his fingers on his forehead, lowered his head, and squinted his eyes slightly, as if he was thinking about something.
Zhao Xingcan held the door with his right hand and the thermal box with his left hand, standing there quietly waiting.
After a while, Lin Ju spoke.
She seemed to be in a state of disarray. She frowned and looked at Zhao Xingcan, then looked around and asked, "Where is this? Your room? Why did you bring me to your room?"
Zhao Xingcan was amused by her cold-blooded and ruthless appearance. He sneered and shook the food box in his hand, answering the question irrelevantly, "I made porridge for you."
"I have no appetite." Lin Ju wiped the bruises under his eyelids.
"Then I'll put it here first. You can eat it later when you have an appetite." Zhao Xingcan walked in and casually placed the thermal box on the side cabinet.
Then he looked at Lin Ju and walked towards Lin Ju.
Seeing him approaching, Lin Ju moved to the other side of the bed. The bed was so small that she almost fell off because she wasn't paying attention.
It was Zhao Xingcan who was kind enough to grab her hand, drag her back, and press her down in the middle of the bed.
Still in shock, Lin Ju behaved himself now, but still had a certain recklessness from the alcohol.
Zhao Xingcan felt that she would be embarrassed if he told her the truth, so he changed the excuse and showed her his hand.
"I want you to apply ointment on me."
"Can't you paint it yourself?"
"I can't find the burned part."
Lin Ju tilted her head and looked at him as if he were a fool.
Zhao Xingcan laughed again and raised his other hand to cover her eyes.
The low and deep laughter came into her ears. She felt Zhao Xingcan's chin gently resting on her shoulder. After hearing Zhao Xingcan's laughter, it was gentle, like the sound of the fluffy feathers of a newborn bird.
The big bastard said to him, "Lin Ju, shall we get married?"
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