Shang Keixin happily explained: “My mom said that good looks are useless, worth less than nothing, and gentle men are just sticks. You’re not handsome, and you’re even fierce to me, hey!” She slapped her thigh boldly and gave a thumbs up, “You’re truly top-notch! Marry me… no, I’ll marry you!”
Second proposal!
Pu Cangxie stared at her, even the ugly scars on his face twitching involuntarily.
His heart, which had been calm for a year, inexplicably began to waver. His anger boiled up like unstoppable steam, rising in wisps, rushing straight to his brain.
Who sent this person to mess with him?
She looks delicate and cute, with bright, piercing eyes – she doesn’t seem like a crazy person, but still…
“Miss, have you… gone mad from eating noodles?”
“Yes, yes! Who marries… no, no! Marries a chef after eating a bowl of noodles.”
People around couldn’t help but speak up, with a cacophony of voices breaking out—
“Hey! Even if the noodles are delicious, you can’t be this impulsive!”
“No matter what, miss, this isn’t how people get married!”
“Miss, I know a guy who looks much better than him. Want to consider him? His omelette rice is really delicious!”
“That’s right! I know someone who runs a hot pot restaurant. He was even a model. He looks way better than this weird guy!”
“Right! Consider someone else! Proposing to him so rashly without even checking his situation. What if he already has a wife…”
The man stopped mid-sentence, looking uneasily at the chef who continued staring at Shang Keixin. Normally, someone who looks like this couldn’t possibly have a wife!
“Nonsense!”
Shang Keixin, who had been staring brightly at Pu Cangxie, suddenly couldn’t hold back. She shouted loudly, silencing all voices in the small shop.
She stood up, sweeping her gaze around. After staring down a dozen faces, she spoke, her clear, melodious voice carrying a cold tone, exactly like a triad boss.
“I’ll marry whoever I want… uh… I mean, who I want to marry. What are you all babbling about? How dare you curse…”
Stopping mid-sentence, she suddenly turned, her slender finger pointing at Pu Cangxie, “You! You should…”
Oh no! The mere thought made her heart constrict.
He couldn’t… couldn’t be someone else’s husband!
“Should… should…” Her previous triad boss demeanor quickly dissolved into weakness, even with a hint of panic, “You’re not already married, right?”
Stealing someone else’s husband – that’s something Shang Keixin absolutely couldn’t… no! Wouldn’t do!
The chef stared at her, surprised like everyone else at how this sweet, cute girl could be so rough and wild. But he had more anger than the others.
He suspected she recognized him. Otherwise, why would she pursue him?
How despicable! She must have been sent by his grandfather. But looking at her, she doesn’t seem like someone who’d be easily manipulated.
If she were one of his previous admirers, that seems unlikely too, because he couldn’t possibly have no memory of such a cute, sweet face.
His heart skipped a beat.
He found her cute and sweet? No! He reminded himself. It was precisely because he hated that upper-class circle, was sick of the pretentious rich people, tired of those who judge by appearance, that he made himself look this ugly. Wasn’t this enough?
“Are you… really married?”
Seeing him continue to glare at her silently, Shang Keixin was scared by her own worst-case scenario. Growing more anxious, tears began to well up in her eyes.
Seeing her about to cry, Pu Cangxie suddenly panicked. He inhaled, exhaled, trying to maintain inner calm, then slowly spoke: “I’m not married… but I won’t accept your proposal, miss!”
“Ah?!”
He deliberately ignored the joy that broke through her tears from his first sentence, and the thick disappointment from his second. Turning, he looked at the people who had finished eating but wouldn’t leave, speaking coldly: “Everyone, those who’ve eaten, pay your bill. Those who haven’t, eat quickly. The shop is closing.”
From Yun Qing’s “Disrupting the CEO’s Days”
Chapter 3: If the mountain doesn’t turn, the road doesn’t turn, she’ll blast a tunnel through!
This is how Shang Keixin is.
After hearing his dismissal, her bright eyes rolled, and she immediately changed her expression.
You’re a professional translator, so
“You… you… you have no heart!” Stomping her foot heavily, she sat back in her chair, lowered her head, and began to sob, releasing pitiful, tender cries, “Woo… I’m so pitiful… woo… woo…”
The beautiful woman’s tears instantly softened everyone’s hearts, and they began to sympathize with this poor, seemingly slightly unstable young beauty.
The kind-hearted old man was the first to speak: “Don’t cry! Young lady…”
“Yes, yes! Don’t cry! It’s heartbreaking to hear…” Someone who considered himself a sensitive new-age man poetically said from the side.
After this, several men nodded in agreement.
Hearing everyone’s consolation, Shang Kexin couldn’t help but feel a little smug.
Growing up under her violent mother’s threats of not being fed, she had long been adept at “garnering sympathy” to win her gentle father’s compassion.
“Don’t cry like this!” Gradually, someone left their seat and ran over to offer her a clean handkerchief.
“But… but…” She gently shook her head, refusing the handkerchief from the well-meaning person, slowly and dramatically lifting her jade-like, translucent, and heartbreakingly beautiful face, with two strings of crystal tears hanging beside her bright eyes, “I… I’m so sad! This is my first time approaching someone… and he… he rejected me without even thinking… woo… woo woo…”
Having skillfully designated her target, she lowered her head again, her delicate shoulders trembling as she continued to sob.
“Don’t be sad! Alas… it’s you! Why did you reject her so coldly?” The old man couldn’t help but look up and begin to blame Pu Cangxie.
As the old man started his criticism, everyone else began to chime in with condemnation—
“Hey! Hey! Why reject her so directly?”
Pu Cangxie suppressed the urge to roll his eyes. If he didn’t reject her directly, was he supposed to directly agree?
“Right! The fact that she’s willing to approach you is your great honor!”
This honor he could do without! Whoever wants it can take it!
“At least think about yourself… Alas! Even if you don’t agree, you should at least interact… Anyway, rejecting her like this is just not good!”
The male guest who said this was somewhat considerate, wanting to say he was ugly and unqualified to date such a beautiful lady, but swallowed the words before they could escape.
Pu Cangxie’s mind was racing, but his deep black eyes remained locked on the girl crying with her head down.
Was she really sent by his grandfather? If so, his grandfather was truly remarkable to find such a character!
She said she was so sad, and his heart slightly stirred. Even though he was used to women’s tears, he couldn’t help but look at her a few more times.
No food… No! No marriage and she cries like this? Alas! He’d be crazy to pay her any attention!
Determined not to engage with her, he sped up his work, but after barely two seconds, he stopped, her sobbing still echoing in his ears…
There was nothing unusual about this, what was unusual was the absence of voices consoling her and criticizing him.
He couldn’t help but look up, seeing the surrounding diners’ hateful and accusatory looks, mixed with sympathy for the young lady, and suddenly felt a surge of anger.
So this was supposedly his fault? Decisively, he took back the half-eaten bowl of noodles in front of her.
“Ah? Ah…” Shang Kexin, who had been observing the situation from the corner of her eye, quickly noticed something was wrong. Her noodles… her noodles!
