"Stop eating, you eat by yourself!" Jiang Baizhou glanced at him lightly and got up without a trace of hesitation.
"Then where are you going? Is Nie Cenjin calling you?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Baizhou looked back at him but didn’t reply. Seeing this, Lu Xize pouted, "Sure enough, Cen Jin is not an ordinary person; one call from her makes you stop eating."
Jiang Baizhou stood still, his hands sliding into his pant pockets. His strong outline displayed a relaxed expression, his eyes slightly narrowed with a hint of mockery, "What? Are you getting jealous?"
Lu Xize gasped, his face instantly darkened, goosebumps rising all over, and he disdainfully dropped his chopsticks, rubbing his arms, "Ugh! Can you not disgust me while eating? Hurry up, go, go find your dearly beloved Nie Cenjin. And also, if you’re still sick, don’t come to the clinic, to avoid infecting the patients; or else, our clinic will be blamed."
Jiang Baizhou raised his eyebrows, didn’t argue with him, and leisurely diverted his attention towards the restaurant’s entrance, but his steps, however, were not slow at all, even a bit hurried.
Lu Xize watched him from behind and shook his head helplessly. It seems a new ’girlfriend slave’—oh no, one might directly say ’wife slave’—is about to be born.
Jiang Baizhou drove all the way to the villa. When passing a few traffic lights, he couldn’t help but check the time, over and over. Finally arriving at the villa complex, from a distance, Jiang Baizhou saw a graceful figure in a simple T-shirt and A-line denim skirt leaning against the outer fence of his villa. She clasped her hands tightly, looking down at her white sneakers, half of her body bathed in the golden sunlight. A gentle breeze passed by, ruffling her hair.
Perhaps she heard the car, Cen Jin glanced over and upon seeing that familiar black BMW, her leaned back instantly straightened. She even took two steps forward, and a soft smile appeared on her charming face.
He saw every one of her little gestures perfectly. He slowed down the car, parked about three to four meters away from her, turned off the engine, unbuckled his seatbelt, removed the key, opened the car door, and stepped out with a commanding air, walking toward her. This series of actions flowed seamlessly, giving an impression of slight impatience.
"Are you... are you over your cold?" Standing before her, Cen Jin suddenly felt nervous and asked casually.
"Not yet, but it’s better than two days ago." Jiang Baizhou looked at her intently, his tone casual, but his breathing slightly irregular. After a long silence, seeing she didn’t speak again, he couldn’t help but ask, "You said you wanted to tell me something; is it just to ask if I’ve recovered from my cold?"
"No... it’s not that." Cen Jin instinctively denied it.
"Then what do you want to say?"
"I... didn’t you also have something to say to me?"
Cen Jin clenched the hem of her clothes, recalling what Lu Shishu said earlier today, feeling a bit more certain and confident. She tried hard to calm her panicked breath, when a clear and steady voice suddenly floated from above, "It’s sunny outside; if you have something to say, let’s go inside. My parents aren’t home today."
"No... let’s talk here." As he attempted to pass by, Cen Jin grabbed his wrist, took a deep breath silently, fearing if she hesitated another second, she’d lose all her courage: "Jiang Baizhou, let’s... start dating!"