"I was planning to call the chef over and then hold a banquet for Miss Gu," he said, his gaze lingering momentarily on her chest. "As for now, well, let’s just forget it."
Zhixi was so angry she almost jumped up and down!
What was this man implying about her having a small chest with every word he spoke? Was he expecting her to strip naked to prove it to him?
"I don’t have a pot at home either," she said with a dark expression, "Mr. He, you should go borrow one from somewhere else!"
"Really?" he raised an eyebrow, "Miss Gu, you’re not just fobbing me off, are you?"
"...No," Zhixi replied, swallowing her anger.
"Then, I suppose using the microwave for a moment would be alright?" he said, as if it were a great inconvenience.
"...No, my microwave is still in its box!" Zhixi instinctively closed the door slightly, fearing he would see the scene inside.
The living room was filled with the little one’s toys, and if He Jingyao saw it, he would surely be suspicious.
"Miss Gu, you seem to be guarding against me?" he said with a smile that was not quite a smile, his lips curling up.
Zhixi quickly shook her head: "That’s your illusion!"
"In that case," the man looked at her deeply, "I won’t disturb you further."
After speaking, he nodded slightly to her and turned to leave.
Zhixi didn’t expect him to leave so abruptly and stood there in a daze for quite a while.
Just what was this man up to... Every time he came by to flirt a little, but never said anything outright, then left her alone to overthink...
Maybe that was his intention, Zhixi thought, grinding her teeth.
Anyway, she had already experienced this man’s endless schemes more than once.
She closed the door, leaned against it, and as she looked at the empty living room, tears threatened to spill again.
He Jingyao, He Jingyao...
What in the world should I do with you...
After spacing out for ten minutes, the doorbell rang again.
Zhixi opened the door, thankfully this time it was actually the delivery.
She took the delivery and was about to carry it to the dining room, when He Jingyao’s figure appeared in the front yard again.
He passed by the delivery guy, raised an eyebrow, then gave her a profoundly meaningful look.
Zhixi instinctively thought about closing the door, but as she watched the man approach step by step... she suddenly became curious about what excuse he would use this time.
"Mr. He..." she took a deep breath, looking at him.
"My house has had a power outage," he said, dressed in a black trench coat that exuded an untouchable, aloof elegance, but the words he spoke were surprisingly... grounded.
"A power outage?" Zhixi said, astonished.
"That’s right," he smiled faintly, "Miss Gu, could you shelter me for a while? It’s pitch-dark in my house, and I’m a little scared to be in there alone."
Zhixi almost threw the delivery in her hands.
"But Mr. He, I’m scared to be with you," Zhixi said coldly.
The man raised an eyebrow, glanced at her chest for the third time, and smiled sincerely: "Miss Gu is worrying too much."
Zhixi was so angry she nearly burst a blood vessel!
This man right now only had her, a woman, to deal with, what right did he have to criticize her for having a small chest!
"So there’s a power outage?" she suddenly snorted coldly, put down the delivery on the ground, and stood up to look him straight in the eye, "I’ll go to your house and fix the electric circuit for you!"
The man seemed to have not expected this response and laughed in a low voice.
"Are you sure you want to come to my house?" his voice was laden with suggestion.
Zhixi grabbed her keys and said coldly: "Let’s go!"