Chapter 54 Do you like this room?
Each one of them exuded tension and anxiety.
Wen Song was in a daze for a moment before slowly accepting what Guan Ju had said.
"I---"
Why do they seem like they're dating?
Aren't we here to discuss the details of the collaboration and sign a cooperation agreement?
"Hmm?" A puzzled sound escaped Guan Sui's throat.
Wen Song shook his head slightly: "It's nothing."
"Let's go home first."
As soon as I said those words, my palms started to sweat.
That's strange.
My heart is beating a little fast.
Guan Ju and Zhao Mingzhuo gave him a different feeling.
Even if Zhao Mingzhuo said something complimentary or somewhat ambiguous, he could handle it with ease, without his heart being moved at all.
but---
This set of tactics seemed to have no effect on Guan Ju.
The other person's every word and action was like that of a high-level Alpha hunter, giving him the feeling that there was affection involved, which was different from Zhao Mingzhuo's purpose in seeking him out.
"Okay." Guan Sui nodded.
The two walked side by side back to Guan Ju's private residence.
The villa features a cool color scheme, and standing in the entrance hall feels like entering an art gallery.
"These are the slippers I prepared beforehand." Guan Sui took out a pair of brand-new, freshly unpacked slippers from the drawer and placed them on the carpet.
"Okay, thank you." Wen Song nodded.
The slippers look very ordinary.
But he noticed that the new shoes he and Guan Sui were wearing seemed to be matching couple shoes.
Same color.
The only difference is that the embroidery on the top features a pair of cats and a pair of dogs.
...Maybe he just grabbed it randomly.
Wen Song didn't believe that Guan Ju, who seemed so aloof, would resort to such petty tricks.
"Change your shoes, come wash your hands, and eat first."
Guan Ju put the cold dishes on the table into the microwave to reheat them.
"Okay." Wen Song quickly changed into slippers.
The size fits perfectly.
There is reasonable suspicion that Guan Ju prepared it himself.
But that's probably impossible.
Guan Ju is so busy every day that she has no time to tidy up the house. The slippers must have been prepared by the housekeeper.
Wen Song went to the kitchen tap and washed her hands.
Just then, the microwave oven made a "ding" sound.
"I'll take it out," Wen Song stepped forward, wanting to lend a hand.
Previously, he handled all the trivial matters at the Silver Lake Mansion, taking care of Zhao Mingzhuo's daily life, including cooking.
Guan Ju frowned then relaxed, "No need."
"It's a little hot."
"You can just sit outside."
Wen Song stood to the side watching Guan Ju put on heat-resistant gloves and take two plates of heated dishes out of the microwave.
This is.......
Does he not need to do anything?
“I—” Wen Song wanted to say something.
Guan Ju put the remaining dishes that needed to be heated into the microwave, set the timer, and turned to look at Wen Song, who wanted to help.
He said patiently and calmly, "You don't need to do anything."
"Just sit quietly and wait for me to finish."
Upon hearing this, Wen Song stopped insisting, said "Oh," and left the kitchen.
When he arrived at the dining table, he was momentarily confused about why Guan Sui had called him over.
Why not discuss the contents of the agreement directly before signing it?
Now.......
There was no one else in the villa.
Did Guan Ju cook all these dishes?
"Alright." Guan Ju brought out the last two dishes.
Then he went back to the kitchen and filled two bowls with rice.
"You can eat now."
Wen Song sat opposite Guan Ju, his whole body taut like a bowstring.
He hesitated for a moment before asking, "Aren't we supposed to be discussing a deal?"
Guan Ju picked up her chopsticks without pausing for a moment, lifted her eyelids, and asked, "What agreement?"
Wen Song: "You told me before about something I should consider."
Guan Ju nodded: "So you agree?"
Wen Song: "Yes."
Guan Ju didn't take it to heart: "Let's eat first."
Wen Song: ".........."
Seeing that Guan Ju didn't want to discuss this matter at the dinner table, they simply gave up.
I hadn't eaten before I came.
It's almost seven o'clock and I'm starving.
The two ate in silence; apart from the clinking of chopsticks against the porcelain bowl, there was no other sound.
Half an hour later.
The meal is over.
Wen Song wanted to get up and clear the dishes.
“You sit down,” Guan Ju said.
Wen Song paused in his action of putting away the bowl.
"You don't need to do these things; someone will clean up later."
Guan Ju wiped her lips with a tissue, tossed it into the trash can, got up, and headed towards the stairs.
"Come with me."
Wen Song understood that this meant it was time to start discussing the agreement.
I felt inexplicably nervous.
He followed Guan Sui up to the second floor.
He had assumed the other party would take him to the study to retrieve a pre-prepared contract for him to sign.
Who knows—
"Do you like this room?" Guan Sui pushed open the door and turned on the light.
The interior decorations were exposed to view.
The room is well-furnished and arranged, as if it had been carefully arranged. There is a balcony and floor-to-ceiling windows, and the color scheme is dark gray and white. Further inside, there is a walk-in closet of about ten square meters.
“…Hmm?” Wen Song didn’t quite understand.
Guan Ju leaned against the wall, squinting her eyes. "Don't you like it?"
This time, Wen Song said, "I like it."
"but---"
Guan Ju waited quietly for him to continue.
Wen Song hesitated for a moment, then slowly added, "Didn't I come here to sign a contract with you?"
Guan Ju: "What contract?"
Wen Song's hands hung limply at her sides, her body unconsciously curled up, and she said, "It's just..."
I recall that Guan Ju said she would maintain the relationship, but she didn't specify what that relationship was.
It's a contractual romantic relationship.
Or is it simply acting as an inhibitor during the other person's susceptible period?
Suddenly, he drooped like a deflated balloon, unable to articulate his thoughts, and said, "I don't know either."
Guan Ju chuckled briefly at Wen Song's cuteness.
Q: "Do you think I'll sign a so-called relationship agreement with you like Zhao Mingzhuo did?"
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