Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Watching his movements, Luosang felt as if her internal organs were burning. He never wiped her chair.
Yan Su patted her on the lap under the table and signaled for her to calm down. Luosang took a few deep breaths in a row, then said, âMr. Nian, your girlfriend is pretty. May I ask her name?ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Nian Junting couldnât answer that question. What was her name? He really didnât know her name. He turned to the lady and said, âIntroduce yourself.â
âMy name is Qiao Xue,â the girl said.
âThatâs a very good name.â Luosang gave a fake smile.
âIt has to be,â said Nian Junting to Qiao Xue gently. âEat whatever you want. Isnât this your favorite?â
Qiao Xue wanted to cry. She was from Zhejiang Province and couldnât handle any spicy food. However, as her boss had given the order, she had no other choice but to force herself to eat that food. She had two bites, and then tears gushed out of her eye sockets.
Luosang was jealous of her at first, but seeing her tears, she suddenly started feeling sorry for her. Nevertheless, Nian Junting didnât notice that at all but kept putting more food on her plate.
âHere, have some more. Eat whatever you want. These are all your favorite,â he said.
Qiao Xue raised her face to show Nian Junting her tearful eyes, but he didnât even look at her. Instead, he fixed his eyes on Luosang, who sat in front of him. Qiao Xue didnât understand why she was so unlucky that she had to pretend to be Mr. Nianâs girlfriend. âMr. Nian, you try it, too,â she said.
âAlright, feed me.â Nian Junting raised his chin toward her.
Trembling, Qiao Xue put the food into his mouth with a pair of clean chopsticks.
Luosang watched coldly. After Nian Junting started chewing, she said, âMr. Nian, I canât believe that youâre actually eating in a place like this. They only have a C grade for hygiene. Iâm afraid you have no idea that they never wash their vegetables, and their ham is the cheapest kind, about 30 cents a piece. I think itâs made from sick pigs or even rats. Oh, and that tofu contains lots of antibiotics. Also, I heard that the meatball you just ate is the same as eating a condom. Do you get it? The bowl that youâre using isnât sterilized. Itâs not even clean. As for disposable chopsticks, I think youâre aware that theyâre all recycled. They collect used chopsticks, wash them with water, and then resell them.â
The more she said, the darker Nian Juntingâs face became. At last, he bent over and spat that meatball out. After that, he glared at Luosang coldly and said, âXu Luosang, how can you eat in such a dirty place? Arenât you afraid that this food might give you infertility?â
âWhat is that to you? Iâm your ex-girlfriend. If youâre gonna have kids, I wonât be their mother.â Luosang sneered. âAlso, call me Miss Xu. After all, we have nothing to do with each other anymore.â
Nian Juntingâs lips trembled slightly. He wanted to argue with her but didnât know how, so he said, âWe surely have something to do with each other. Youâre my ex-girlfriend, so we can get back together. According to expertsâ research, ninety percent of couples get back together after they break up. If we get back together someday, you having infertility will be troublesome for me.â
Luosang had never seen such a shameless man. He had dumped her, and now he talked about getting back together.
Yan Su couldnât help but remind him, âMr. Nian, your girlfriend is sitting right there. Isnât it inappropriate for you to say that?â
âItâs okay, itâs okay,â said Qiao Xue with tearful eyes.
Yan Su didnât know how to respond.
Luosang raised a hand and said, âBill, please.â
The restaurant owner quickly walked over. âSure.â