His slightly domineering and commanding tone made Cen Jin swallow back the words she was about to say, unable to utter a sound, as she instinctively moved aside a few steps but didn’t walk far.
Seeing him finish paying and walk over with the bag, Cen Jin instinctively reached out to take it, but Jiang Baizhou dodged aside, holding the bag in one hand as he headed to the supermarket exit: "Let’s go!"
Cen Jin silently retracted her hand and followed him with small steps.
"By the way, did you find a suitable location for your clinic?" After walking side by side for a while, Cen Jin suddenly remembered to ask.
"Chunxi Road? That should be pretty close to my studio then!"
"Yeah." Jiang Baizhou responded indifferently, his eyes slightly shifting to her face illuminated by the streetlamp: "Got time to check it out together tomorrow?"
"Not really, I do have time, but Yun Qi will send some fabric tomorrow and I’m not sure if it’s in the morning or afternoon. How about this? I’ll confirm and send you a WeChat message tomorrow, okay?" Cen Jin seemed to be pondering as she pursed her lips, and after speaking, she looked up at him.
But Jiang Baizhou frowned in displeasure, pursed his lips without saying anything, and quickened his pace.
Cen Jin’s height was already not as tall as his, and her legs weren’t as long either, so his quickening pace made it a bit hard for her to keep up. After a short run to catch up, the distance widened again, and after trying twice, Cen Jin gave up and glared at his back: "Why are you walking so fast?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Baizhou stopped, turned around, and looked at her silently, waiting.
When they arrived in front of Jiang Baizhou’s villa, Jiang Baizhou took out the bottle of soy sauce from the bag and handed the bag to her: "Can you carry this?"
"Yes." Cen Jin took it, not finding it too heavy, except for the Hami melon which was a bit weighty, but still within her manageable range.
Cen Jin had just started to speak when Jiang Baizhou coldly turned around and entered the villa, not giving her a chance to say a single word, leaving Cen Jin alone outside, feeling bewildered in the wind.
As soon as Jiang Baizhou entered the villa and reached the entryway to change his shoes, Miss Yu Hui’s grumbling voice came from the kitchen: "I just asked you to go to the supermarket to buy a bottle of soy sauce, why so slow? Did you go to the North Pole to buy it? Give it to me." After speaking, she snatched the soy sauce from his hand and turned back to the kitchen.
Jiang Baizhou had no intention of explaining this and let Miss Yu Hui say whatever she wanted, changed his shoes, and casually sat in the living room, his mind filled with the scene of Cen Jin and that Yun Qi exchanging smiles earlier. His eyes suddenly shrouded in a deep, familiar gloom, even his usually cold expression now displayed rare warmth mixed with anger.
A crisp notification sound disrupted his thoughts. Jiang Baizhou took his phone out of his pocket and saw Cen Jin’s WeChat message. Without thinking, he opened it, finding that the first message was a transfer, with the next one attached saying ’This is for the fruit and ice cream bought yesterday, thank you’.
Jiang Baizhou’s brows slightly moved, he opened the input method, typed a single pinyin, and then paused. After hesitating for a few seconds, he deleted the pinyin, exited the chat with Cen Jin, and with a ’clang’, tossed his phone onto the coffee table, avoiding it from his sight.