Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
âThen Iâll grant you permission to use it with her,â Nian Junting said authoritatively.
â...Thanks.â Yan Su thought that there was no way they could finish those, even if she chipped in, too. âMr. Nian, our apartment wonât be able to hold so many boxes anyway,â she added.
Nian Junting looked around the room and nodded. âI saw it coming, I just brought it up for you to look at. Iâll leave one or two boxes here and take the rest back to Tianhu Villa. You can call Lu Kang up to bring more for you whenever you need.â
Lu Kang nearly vomited blood when he heard what Mr. Nian said as he carried the last box into the apartment. He was supposed to carry them back down again. Yan Su looked at him sympathetically. âSangsang, you can stay here to talk to Mr. Nian, Iâll go make us some food.â
âItâs alright, you stay and chat with her, Iâll cook.â Nian Junting remembered Nian Xiâs reminder to talk less and do more. He walked briskly into the kitchen.
Luosang had a headache. She was glad that he was willing to cook, but she was worried that he would burn the kitchen down at the same time. Yan Su saw the look of worry on her face and said, âLet him go do his thing. Have you forgotten what Nian Xi said?â
Luosang agreed with her and started watching television while waiting for dinner to be ready. She could hear various sounds of chopping and slicing coming from the kitchen. Luosang had never seen him use a knife. She was worried that he would cut himself, so she walked into the kitchen to see him chopping up a black-bone chicken.
She could tell that it was his first time, as he was in a lot more pain than the chicken on the chopping board. He was dripping with sweat while the chicken was still in one piece.
âWhy did you come in here, Luoluo?â Nian Junting looked at her. âHave you forgiven me?â
âIâm just checking up on you. Iâm hungry.â Luosang looked at him coldly. âGo home and eat if you donât know how to cook. Donât make a mess over here. I donât have the energy right now to clean up after you as well.â
âAre you still angry? Have you seen the little card that I sent you? How about the flowers?â Nian Junting was relieved that she didnât seem like she wanted to break up with him.
âDonât mention the flowers.â Luosang glared at him. âI donât like red roses. Itâs way too cheesy. I like champagne roses.â
âThere are champagne roses?â Nian Junting asked in bewilderment. âI thought there were only red and white roses in the world.â
â...â
He quickly added when she kept quiet, âIâll give you whatever roses that you want. Donât be angry with me anymore. Donât waste your energy on me. You are on your period, and you should maintain a cheerful spirit. Iâm not familiar with such things. I didnât know that it was such an awkward thing to talk about for you girls. I wonât ever post it on social media again. Iâve already deleted it. I shouldnât have said that Leng Shuangwei was perfect, either. You are the only perfect one in my heart.â
Luosang looked at him and almost forgave him on the spot, but she remembered what Nian Xi said and decided against it. She was going to give him the cold shoulder for one week. âDidnât your mother tell you to talk less and do more?â Luosang said, âYou announced to the whole world that I was having my period, and your subordinates gave you so many sanitary pads. How can I forgive you so easily?â
Nian Juntingâs mouth twitched. âHow did you know that they got me the sanitary pads?â
âI would have given them to you if I were you subordinate, too!â Luosang was speechless.
Nian Junting nodded. âMy Sangsang has both brawn and brains. No wonder youâre the most perfect lady in my heart.â