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Zhuang Ling commented in disbelief, âIâve never seen a rich person so down-to-earth before.â
But Shangguan Ze, after enjoying another cup of tea, shared his philosophy, âYou donât understand, this is called knowing how to live. Do you know the highest realm of living? Itâs living at zero cost. Thatâs my goal.â
Xu Yi rolled his eyes sarcastically, âYeah, right. Just call it freeloading.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Pondering over Shangguan Ze, who was supposedly a key figure in S.K., they wondered if Rong Qi didnât pay him well causing him to develop a peculiar behavior.
âSigh, even worse off than me. Although my wages are completely docked, at least I had them once.â Xu Yi thought.
Upstairs, Rong Qi entered the bedroom but found no sign of Ye Nanshen, only hearing the sound of water from the bathroom. She approached and knocked on the door. She asked, âShen, are you done showering?â
The water stopped briefly.
âRong Rong, donât come in. Iâm dirty,â Ye Nanshen said.
Rong Qi, perplexed, found the door locked. She asked, âIf touching your arm makes you dirty, then having your child must make me a garbage dump to you, right?â
Rong Qi leaned casually against the door, her tone teasing, âIf you donât open up, Iâll just pick the lock myself.â
There was a brief pause from inside, then a swift âwhooshâ as the bathroom door opened. Rong Qi stood by the door, her gaze sweeping over the man who was clad only in a bath towel. She was taken aback after she saw his crimson eyes.
âShenâ¦â
âIsnât the K3 virus already neutralized? Why is his eyes turning red again?â Rong Qi pondered.
Ye Nanshen, standing in the doorway, attempted to reach out to Rong Qi but withdrew his hand. He said, âRong Rong is not a garbage dump.â
âOf course, Iâm not. Stop washing, or your arm will become ugly, and I wonât want it anymore.â
Rong Qi, concerned about Ye Nanshenâs reddened and roughened arm, felt pained. He had been obsessively cleaning himself in solitude for who knows how long.
Ye Nanshenâs eyes suddenly sharpened, sensing the smell of blood on Rong Qi, âRong Rong, I smell blood on you.â
Rong Qi calmly responded, âJust some troublemakers. Itâs settled now.â
âWho was it?â
âWang Qing,â Rong Qi answered honestly, knowing she couldnât hide this from him.
Ye Nanshenâs eyes darkened, âIt seems I was too lenient with her.â
âDonât worry, Shen. The manager at Xihuang will know how to handle her.â
Rong Qi wanted to ease Ye Nanshenâs agitation, gently touching his arm, âWhat did you use to wash?â
Ye Nanshen showed her a brush, hiding his turbulent emotions.
Rong Qi, seeing the brush, was astonished, âAre you crazy?â
Ye Nanshen paused thoughtfully, then added seriously, âJust glad youâre not angry. I donât want other women to touch me, and I hate them touching me. You canât leave me; Iâve chosen you. And⦠our daughter.â
Rong Qi smiled, âYou donât want a son?â