“If you want to be with me, you can move in tonight. I don’t mind!”
“Shameless!” Qin Xue’s voice was mixed with sobs.
“It’s not too late to know now!”
Qin Xue ran out crying, quickly disappearing at the end of the corridor. Her tears were like amber formed over thousands of years, droplets condensing sorrow. When sorrow turns into amber, what else can one pray for?!
This was my first day knowing Ye Zhengchen. A typical playboy! Yesterday he showed endless tenderness; today he might be rolling in bed with another woman. Don’t blame, don’t hate, because he never concealed his baseness, clearly stating that all he could offer was today, with no future or promises. Choosing him meant knowing the outcome! But why did Qin Xue still love him? Was the brief moment of passion all that was etched in her bones?
After sympathizing with Qin Xue’s spring hatred and autumn sorrow, and feeling my stomach growl, I realized handsome men can’t be eaten. People should indeed prioritize food. I took out the leftover spicy chicken from the fridge to reheat and cooked a bowl of spicy dan dan noodles. Just as I sat down to eat a couple of bites, the doorbell rang, ringing only once, a visitor waiting quietly with excellent patience.
I opened the door to find Ye Zhengchen standing outside with a beautifully packaged box of chocolates. “Hello, I hope I’m not interrupting?”
“No,” I hurriedly replied, wiping my mouth even though I had already done so before opening the door.
He handed me the chocolates, saying he bought them during a meeting in Tokyo. I happily accepted, knowing this was a local custom of sharing famous local food. However, I wondered who he originally intended to give this gift to.
As he entered, he gazed at the spicy chicken and dan dan noodles on my table. “Smells good. Are you from Sichuan?”
“Mm, from Nanzhou, Sichuan. Haven’t you had dinner yet? Sit down and eat together.”
