Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“Don’t think I don’t know. You’re going to find somewhere cheap near school to stay the night, aren’t you? After buying me clothes, my guess is that you’ll only have about a thousand dollars left on your card. You can only afford a guesthouse,” Nina Junting frowned deeply, “Those places aren’t safe for a young girl like you. Come on, you don’t have anyone else you can go to so come with me.”
Luosang was a little surprised. It was almost as if he could read her mind. The words he said hit her at all her soft spots.
“Sister Lan misses you too,” Nian Junting interrupted her thoughts.
With Sister Lan’s chubby, kind face in her mind, Luosang finally nodded her head in agreement.
On the way home, Luosang opened the car door to the rear seat. Before she could board, Nian Junting wagged his finger in disapproval, “As long as I’m in the driver’s seat, you have to sit in the front. Come forward now.”
Luosang looked at him in frustration. Nian Junting had been very bossy lately. “I’m not your hired caretaker, so why must I listen to you? I’m going to sit in the back,” she said spitefully.
With a bang, she slammed the car door shut. Nian Junting raised his brows. She had never defied his instructions like this before. Instead of feeling offended or angry, he actually found the situation oddly interesting.
At least she knows how to throw tantrums at me, like a proper woman. Is this what couple fits are like? Nice, Nian Junting thought.
“Alright, be my guest,” Nian Junting gave her a smirk and started the engine.
When they made eye contact, Luosang felt flustered.
What’s going on? He sounded as if he was compromising with a tempestuous girlfriend, Luosang thought.
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Back at the Tianhu Villa, the household had gone to bed long ago. It was two in the morning and Luosang made herself comfortable in guest room downstairs.
“There are fresh towels and toothbrushes in the toilet cabinet. Rest up, and I’ll ask Sister Lan to make some beef noodles for breakfast tomorrow,” Nian Junting instructed her.
“Beef noodles? Mr. Nian, why are you always feeding me beef noodles?” Luosang said in amusement.
“Don’t you like beef noodles?” Nian Junting responded.
“Not really. I like all food, not just beef noodles in particular,” Luosang was confused. He must have thought that it was her favorite food.
Nian Junting did a double take. He did notice that she wasn’t a picky eater at meals, “You can’t possibly enjoy every food out there. You must still have preferences and dislikes.”
Luosang laughed, “When you have to worry about whether you’ll have enough money for the next meal, then you gain appreciation of every meal that you get.”
“Luosang, did something happen before?” even Nian Junting could tell that she was speaking from experience.
She had studied overseas and practiced guitar since young, so she must have been carefully brought up by her parents as someone’s precious daughter. “You told me previously that something happened to your family, and caused your dad to end up in jail. Is that true?”
“Yup,” Luosang answered him briefly. She didn’t want to bring up the past again, “That’s why you should keep your distance from me, Mr. Nian. My father is in jail, and hanging around me wouldn’t be good for your reputation. You are born with a silver spoon and your father works for the government. There’s no way your family would support our relationship.”