Chapter 1898: Getting Angry
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
After dinner, Ji Fengmian and Ji Qing cleaned up in the dining room.
Although there were two of them, Ji Qing was the only one busy.
Although Ji Fengmian had stayed in the orphanage before and his childhood didn’t sound good, it wasn’t her turn to do laundry, cook, chop wood and start a fire.
After leaving the orphanage, it would be even more impossible for her to do such a thing.
Her hands were soft and beautiful, and her fingers were slender and fair.!!
Standing by the sink with Ji Qing, the most he could do was help her wash the dishes.
She even looked like she had done a good job. It would be rude not to praise her.
Ji Qing didn’t say much.
Ever since she got together with Chu Boyang, Ji Qing had stopped talking.
While washing the dishes with Ji Fengmian, Ji Qing felt a little tormented.
When she finally washed the last plate, she heaved a sigh of relief and hurriedly said,
“There’s nothing else to do. Sister Mian, hurry up and get back to work.”
Ji Fengmian washed his hands under the tap and watched as she placed the dishes back.
“I’ve always wanted to say that you’re a good cook and a good cleaner.”
Ji Qing paused and smiled at her. “I’m just curious about this, so I paid more attention. However, Brother Boyang doesn’t like to eat outside. If Sister Mian has time, I can teach you a few of Brother Boyang’s favorite dishes.”
Ji Fengmian smiled and shook his head. “I don’t have time.”
Ji Qinggui placed the dishes on the table and turned to smile at her. “It’s said that if you want to capture a man’s heart, you have to capture his stomach first. I believe Brother Boyan will be very happy if you made it yourself.”
“If you want to capture a man’s heart, you have to capture his stomach first?” Ji Fengmian smirked and looked at her. “Did you think so back then?”
The smile on Ji Qing’s face froze. Ji Fengmian’s eyes seemed to have a magnetic force. Her gaze lingered on her for a few seconds before she forced herself to look elsewhere. Her grip on the kitchen counter tightened slightly.
“Sister Mian seems to have some misunderstanding about us.”
Ji Fengmian stared at her for a while before suddenly laughing.
“Why are you so nervous? Who did I misunderstand?”
Ji Qing bit her lips. “…Nothing.”
Glancing at the trembling hand on the counter, Ji Fengmian’s eyes curved.
“It’s been hard on you today.”
Ji Qing didn’t say anything and gave her a stiff smile.
Ji Fengmian left the kitchen. He might as well not show her that smile.
Chu Boyang was reading the books she had brought with her on the sofa. His mature and reserved look was indeed provocative.
She walked over and extended her hand to him.
He held it in his hand and kissed it.
Ji Fengmian looked at him in disdain. “I’ll let you smell it.”
“It smells good.”
“I just washed the dishes! So you like the smell of detergent?”
Chu Boyan pulled her to a seat and asked suspiciously, “You? Wash the dishes?”
Ji Fengmian pursed his lips and retracted his hand. “Half of the credit goes to me.”
Chu Boyang smiled and opened the drawer. He took out a tube of hand cream and squeezed it into Ji Fengmian’s hand before applying it for her.
The faint fragrance of flowers filled the air. Seeing that her slender hands had become smooth and moist, Chu Boyang kissed her again in satisfaction.
“Don’t do this again.”
Ji Fengmian raised an eyebrow and looked at his well-served hands.
“Alright, since you’ve already begged me, I can’t make things difficult for you.”
Seeing that she seemed to have done him a huge favor, Chu Boyang shook his head and chuckled. He reached out and pinched her thin ear. “Are you going back tonight?”
Ji Fengmian looked up at him lazily. “No, I’ll return when you’ve settled my thesis.”
“Huh?” Chu Boyang’s grip on her earlobe paused. “Really?”
Ji Fengmian smiled and pushed his hand aside. “Of course. But before you finish writing, what you’re thinking is impossible.”
Chu Boyang frowned in disapproval.
Ji Fengmian patted his shoulder. “There’s no room for negotiation.”
Chu Boyang pushed the book on the coffee table. “Then from next week…”
“No.” Ji Fengmian interrupted him lightly.
“Five days later…”
“No way.”
“Three days…”
“No way.”
Chu Boyang pushed the book aside and carried Ji Fengmian into the bedroom.
“Starting tomorrow night, I won’t accept any rebuttals!”
He placed her on the bed. When he bent down, Ji Fengmian covered his lips.
“Ji Qing is still here. Are you shameless?”
Chu Boyan removed her hand. “She’ll leave by herself later.”
Ji Fengmian wriggled out of his embrace. “Let’s talk about it after she leaves. I’m thin-skinned and I don’t have the habit of having sex under the nose of a third party.”
Seeing that she wasn’t joking, Chu Boyang could only sit up.
Ji Fengmian pursed his lips and got off the bed.
“I’ll go take a shower first.”
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After showering, Chu Boyang wasn’t in the room. He dried his hair and walked out of the bedroom to get some water.
Before Ji Qing left, Chu Boyang sat on the sofa, his voice indifferent.
“You still have two years to graduate. You’re thinking too early.”
Ji Qing sounded a little anxious. “I think I can do it professionally.”
Chu Boyang was silent for a while. “If you’ve really decided, it’s up to you.”
Ji Qing heaved a sigh of relief. “…Okay.”
Ji Fengmian didn’t know what she had said before, but he had a guess.
Seeing Ji Fengmian coming out of the bedroom, Ji Qing stood up from the sofa and her gaze landed on her for two seconds.
“I still have homework. I’ll go back first.”
Chu Boyang stood up and picked up the cup on the coffee table before walking to Ji Fengmian.
“The water temperature is just right.”
Ji Fengmian took the cup and watched as Ji Qing picked up the orange peel that she had thrown on the coffee table. She threw it into the trash can and took a sip of water.
How should she put it? This reminded her of how gentle and virtuous Mrs. Chu was at home.
She cooked a table full of dishes that her husband and son liked. She cleaned the house and spoke softly.
She only drank half of the water before handing it to Chu Boyang.
Ji Qing also walked out with two trash bags.
“Those who don’t know might think that Ji Qing is a servant.”
Chu Bo raised his eyebrows and drank the rest of her water before placing it on the coffee table.
“Fortunately, you know that she’s not.”
Ji Fengmian narrowed his eyes and looked at Chu Boyang with a faint smile.
“So what if she isn’t? What’s there to be glad about?”
Chu Boyan sighed and bent down to carry her back to the bed in the bedroom.
“I don’t think she’ll be happy if someone says that she’s a servant.”
Ji Fengmian smiled faintly. “So… are you glad that she wasn’t unhappy in the end, or are you glad that I didn’t make her unhappy?”
Chu Boyang pondered for a while. “There are these differences?”
“No difference? Then why are you glad?”
Chu Boyang shook his head. “Since you’ve said the difference, the consequences will be dire if I continue.”
“So your answer must be something I don’t want to hear,” Ji Fengmian said with a smile. He pushed him away and got under the blanket.
“As you said, the consequences are indeed serious.”
Chu Boyang stared at her for a while before his lips curled up. “Are you… jealous?”
Ji Fengmian had just unlocked his phone when he heard that. He looked up at him and said, “If you’re not going to shower, go to another room to sleep. Or should I leave?”
As she spoke, she lifted a corner of the blanket.
However, Chu Boyang stopped her and covered her again. He said helplessly, “I’m going to take a shower.”
Ji Fengmian didn’t say anything and clicked on the game.
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When Chu Boyang came out of the shower, Ji Fengmian was already lying under the blanket. His phone was placed aside and his back was facing Chu Boyang.
He frowned slightly and lifted the blanket to lie down. The blanket was filled with her faint fragrance.
Reaching out to pull her into his embrace, he lowered his head to look into her clear eyes.
He smiled lightly and kissed her forehead. “I don’t think you’ll fall asleep so soon.”
Just as the kiss deepened, Ji Fengmian avoided him.
“Do you think I’m talking about serious consequences for nothing?”
Chu Boyang stopped and looked at her. “So…”
Ji Fengmian forced a faint smile. “So let’s start from tonight. I won’t accept any rebuttals.”
Chu Boyang said, “Isn’t that a little cruel?”
Ji Fengmian rolled over. “Then hurry up and finish the thesis.”
There seemed to be no room for negotiation with her attitude. Chu Boyang could only compromise regretfully, but he still pulled her back into his embrace domineeringly.
Ji Fengmian stared at his well-defined chest for a few seconds before falling asleep.
When Ji Fengmian woke up the next morning, Chu Boyang was not around.
She rubbed her forehead and got out of bed. After washing up, she opened the wardrobe and picked out a set of clothes to wear.
Although it was Chu Boyang’s apartment, looking at the wardrobe and the clothes that belonged to her, it was indeed quite pitiful.
After some thought, she pushed her clothes to the side.
Didn’t she deserve it?
She was the one he wanted.
The clothes were also prepared by him.
Wasn’t he the one who forced himself to that extent?
She closed the wardrobe and tied her hair behind her head. When she went out, she heard a familiar and gentle female voice.
There was actually room for the expression on her face to dissipate.
Seeing her come out, Ji Qing greeted her with a smile. “Sister Mian, you’re up. Come and have breakfast.”
Ji Fengmian walked over. It was a simple milk and sandwich.
However, she was not good at such simple things.
Chu Boyang was reading the news on his phone. When he saw her, he put his phone down.
He was obviously waiting for her to have breakfast with him.
Ji Fengmian sat down and took a sip of milk.
“I’ll get the driver to send you to school after breakfast. I’m going to the company today.”
Ji Fengmian stroked the glass and watched as he took a bite of the sandwich.
“Why didn’t you say so earlier? If I had known that you wouldn’t go to school today, I wouldn’t have come yesterday.”
After saying that, her eyes suddenly narrowed. She obviously thought of something and sneered before standing up.
Ji Qing looked at her in confusion.
Chu Boyang grabbed her hand. “What are you doing?”
“Get your phone. I want to watch the news too.”
Her expression was natural and Chu Boyang let go of her.
After coming out of the bedroom with her phone, Ji Fengmian sat at the dining table again and took two more sips of milk.
The sandwich remained untouched.
Chu Boyan pushed the sandwich towards her. “Eat it.”
Glancing at the food in front of her, Ji Fengmian continued scrolling on his phone. “I don’t really want to eat it.”
Chu Boyang frowned.
Ji Qing hurriedly put down the sandwich in her hand and said, “Sorry, I didn’t consider it. Sister Mian, what do you want to eat? Can I fry an egg? I’ll get it for you now…”
Hearing this, Ji Fengmian looked up at Ji Qing.
The moment her gaze met Ji Fengmian’s, Ji Qing’s body stiffened.
Her gaze was as light as usual, but it was penetrating and sarcastic. He couldn’t guess how lethal her next words would be.
She didn’t know what had happened, but she was afraid of her for no reason.
After a long while, Ji Fengmian smiled and said, “It’s my own problem if I don’t want to eat it. Why are you apologizing? You don’t have to be so careful. You make it seem like I’m going to bully you anytime… Don’t trouble yourself. I don’t want to eat fried eggs either.”
The distance between Chu Bo’s eyebrows shortened. “Then what do you want to eat?”
Ji Fengmian turned his head to look at him and smiled calmly. “Can’t I not eat anything?”
Chu Boyang nodded. “Since you don’t want to eat anything, you can eat anything.” As he spoke, his gaze swept across the sandwich. “If you can’t finish it, you can leave some.”
Ji Fengmian stared at the sandwich for a few seconds. “The dragon beard noodles are done. Add a poached egg.”
Ji Qing hurriedly said, “I’ll…”
“The food you made last time tasted good,” Ji Fengmian said to Chu Boyang.
Chu Boyan picked up the milk and finished it. He placed the used napkin on the table and stood up.
“Wait here.”
Ji Fengmian smiled as he watched him enter the kitchen.
Ji Qing sat back down. “…What’s wrong?”
“What do you mean?” Ji Fengmian looked at Chu Boyang’s busy figure in the kitchen. “What do you think happened to us?”
Ji Qing pursed her lips and remained silent for a while. “I keep feeling that the two of you are very strange today.”
Ji Fengmian nodded. “Is it strange for him to make breakfast for me?”
“You’re throwing a tantrum at him.”
Ji Fengmian smiled. “You’re so meticulous. You can even tell that I’m throwing a tantrum when I ask him to make me breakfast. Then tell me…”
She paused and leaned closer to her with a smile. “Then tell me… what did Chu Boyang and I do last night?”
Ji Qing’s expression changed.
“The private matters between the two of you…”
“Yes.” Ji Fengmian interrupted her softly. “That’s why it’s our private matter to throw a tantrum and ask him to make breakfast for me. You can be curious, but I think it’s too much to probe. I think you know why I said that. Otherwise, you don’t have to be so careful in front of me.”