Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Nian Junting raised his eyebrows and snorted carelessly.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âSheâs the prettiest? It seems that the quality of the girls in your broadcasting department isnât high at all,â he said.
Everyone else fell into a short silence. Lu Kang coughed slightly, while Luosang pretended to not have heard him.
âSuâs lying. Our broadcasting department is full of beautiful girls. But Su is the prettiest girl with a music major, and thatâs for sure,â said Luosang.
âEm, that makes more sense,â said Nian Junting.
Lu Kang wanted to cry. Boss, do you have to say bad things to Luosang to make yourself comfortable?
Yan Su opened the door and said, âSo... Weâre leaving.â
Luosang took off the jacket and said, âGoodbye, Mr. Nian. Here is your jacket.â
âWear it. Itâs cold in the outside,â he said. As Luosang felt that he finally said something nice, he added, âAnd youâve made my jacket dirty. Are you going to clean it for me?â
âItâs not dirty,â she said.
âIt is,â he said in a strong tone.
Luosang was speechless. Alright, if you say so.
âThen Iâll contact Mr. Lu and ask him to return it to you after Iâve dry-cleaned it,â she said.
Nian Junting frowned. He didnât understand why she wanted to return the jacket through Lu Kang, as he was obviously offering her a chance to contact himself.
âWash it with your hands. I donât like irrelevant people touching my clothes,â he said.
Luosang clenched her teeth. Why do you have to be so picky?
âAlright,â she said.
He gave her a sideways glance again and said, âJust call me when youâve cleaned it.â
Isnât it obvious enough for you? Iâm giving you a chance.
Luosang gave a little start and said, âBut I donât have your number.â
âDidnât I give it to you during the last New Year?â He said angrily, âYou didnât delete it, did you?â
Luosang didnât know what to say. She felt that Nian Junting would beat her to death in the car if she told him that she had deleted it.
âI lost my phone, so I lost your number as well,â she said.
âCouldnât you reissue your SIM card?â he asked.
âI accidentally saved your number in my phone, so it lost with my phone,â Luosang continued lying to him with a low voice.
âYouâre dumb.â Nian Junting gave her a dagger-sharp glance, then said, âWell, in case you lose your phone again, let me add you on WeChat.â
While speaking, he took out his phone and handed it to Luosang. âType in your WeChat number.â
Lu Kang, who sat in the driverâs seat, smiled. Boss, you just wanted her WeChat number. Why do you have to make the whole thing so complicated? he thought.
Luosang glanced at him, then carefully typed in her WeChat number. His WeChat name contained two simple wordsâCEO Nian. It was typical of his style. As if he worried that the others might not know that heâs a CEO.
After Luosang gave his phone back, he proudly warned her, âKeep your WeChat account safe. If you lose it, I wonât give you my number again.â
âWill do, will do, thank you, Mr. Nian.â Luosang wore a grateful face.
Nian Junting gave a faint smile and said, âLu Kang, go get them an umbrella from the trunk.â
âSure.â Lu Kang got out of the car and took out an almond-colored umbrella from the trunk for Luosang and Yan Su.
Nian Junting rolled down the car window to show his face, then said, âThis umbrella is expensive. Donât forget to give it back to me.â
Yan Su didnât know what to say.
âHow expensive is it?â Luosang said through clenched teeth. âWe donât need an umbrella. Donât lend it to me.â
Nian Junting raised an eyebrow, thinking she was angry.
âDo you want me to give it to you?â he asked.
He wasnât a stingy person, but he believed that one shouldnât give another one an umbrella as a gift without consideration. He believed that if he gave her an umbrella as a gift, he would need to keep her sheltered for the rest of her life.
Luosang sighed, wondering if her words could really make him misunderstand so easily.
âNo. You said that this umbrella was expensive, so how could I take it?â she said.