CH 12.1

Chen Ying is not in a hurry to drive away. He takes time to calm himself down in the car. 

He still wants the contract, but he wants to teach Wang Bing a lesson. There is no reason to wrong himself and let such a man get off so easily. 

After calming down, he finds that he almost drunk and drove, but he really did drink too much tonight, and his head is a little heavy. He calls the attendant in the parking lot to help him buy a pack of cigarettes, then calls a driver for himself. After smoking a cigarette, he feels a little refreshed. The substitute driver drives him back to his residence, and by that time, he has already figured out how to deal with Yongkai.

Chen Ying pays the driving fee, locks the car and gets on the elevator. He looks at his watch: it was almost one o’clock in the morning. He hopes the young miss at home has fallen asleep obediently.

After opening the door, he moves with lighter steps in the hallway. But when he walks into the living room, Chen Ying is taken aback: Mi Xi is looking into the living room from the door of her room.

“Why haven’t you slept yet?” Chen Ying is not happy.

“I fell asleep earlier, but just now I woke up when I heard some movement from the door, so I got up to have a look,” Mi Xi whispers.

Chen Ying has nothing to say to that. Fine, blame him for waking her up—but he really didn’t make any loud noises. She was probably uneasy and her sleep was restless. 

He takes a look at her. She had put on a tracksuit over her pajamas, and the zipper is pulled up to the top of the neck. Wearing slippers, the socks on the feet are actually crooked. In other words, when she got up to check the situation, she didn’t forget to wrap herself up tightly.

Chen Ying shakes his head—let her do it, she can wrap herself however she likes.

“Okay, okay. I’m back, go back to sleep. There are no thieves,” Chen Ying says as he walks towards his room. As he passes by Mi Xi, she takes a step back, her small face wrinkled. Her expression is obviously saying that she barely restrained herself from covering her nose with her hand.

Chen Ying is unhappy again—he smelled of alcohol and cigarettes, he probably doesn’t smell good, but he didn’t ask her to get up in the middle of the night to smell him and express her dislike for it, okay? 

He waves his hand. “Go to sleep, go to sleep, if you don’t go to bed, I will spank your ass.”

Mi Xi takes another step back, her small face continues to wrinkle, but her brows are now also furrowed, and that godly aura unexpectedly appears again. 

Chen Ying realizes that what he said is definitely indecent and inappropriate to Mi Xi, and from his point of view, he did say something off as well. If they really fight, can he even be a match to her?

“Okay,” Uncle Chen Ying quickly relents, “If you go to bed right now, I’ll take you to eat xiaolongbao in the dim sum restaurant for breakfast tomorrow.” 

Without a word, Mi Xi turns around and rushes to the bed, and in the next instant runs back out again, and closes the door. There is a sudden ‘thud’’ in the room, like the sound of someone jumping into bed. 

Chen Ying freezes for a moment—his head is dulled by the wine, and he doesn’t quite know how to express his appreciation for this too cooperative obedience.

Steamed dumplings for the win!

Chen Ying walks to his bedroom, thinks for a while, pokes his head back out the corridor and shouts, “Take off your socks and sportswear before going to bed.” He retracts his head, but then stretches it outside again, “Be sure to cover yourself with the quilt.” 

It’s terrible. He’s too worried. This miss is just as worrying as the 40 million deal! 

Chen Ying lies on his back on the bed, thinking about resting for a while before going to take a bath, but he ends up falling asleep like this—without taking off his slippers, his socks, or his coat, and without covering up with a quilt.

The next day, Chen Ying is woken up by the ringing of the mobile phone. Secretary Lu Ya says that Liu Meifen, the account manager, handed in her resignation letter as soon as she got to work. She asks him when he would go to the office today. 

When Chen Ying is asked, he realizes that it’s already past 9 o’clock. 

Chen Ying rubs his hangover-aching head and thinks about the schedule for the day. He has to discuss with Feng Xin how to take care of Mi Xi, so he tells Lu Ya that he would go to the office at 11 o’clock.

Chen Ying jumps up, rushes into the bathroom: shower, brush teeth, wash face, and apply skin cream. Twenty minutes later, he looks human again.

Chen Ying comes out and sees Mi Xi’s door is already open. In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room, Mi Xi is meditating. When she hears footsteps, she looks back and jumps up.

“Chen Ying, g’morning.” 

The little melon-head remembers how to say ‘hello’ this time, but it’s a pity that it still doesn’t match up with the act of bending over to salute.

“Morning.” Chen Ying doesn’t bother to correct her anymore. “What were you doing?”

“Meditation exercise. It should really be done while the cock crows and dances, but this place is so different from my hometown.”

“Yeah,” Chen Ying nods. There are indeed no chickens in this community. The alarm clock can wake her up, but he is lazy today and doesn’t want to teach. Anyway, Feng Xin will report for duty soon, just leave it to her. 

Thinking of this, Chen Ying feels a sense of relief that he’s finally free from trouble.

Chen Ying walk into the kitchen, turns on the automatic coffee machine, and makes himself a cup to refresh himself. He’s feeling quite hungry. There seems to be a few slices of bread in the refrigerator—he can take them out and toast them, fry two poached eggs, add some slices of ham, and share a sandwich with Mi Xi. All in all, it’s a perfect breakfast.

Chen Ying begins even as he thinks this—throws the slices of bread into the toaster and presses it down. The skillet is on the stove and the eggs are out. 

Mi Xi watches curiously from the side. They are all things new to her eyes. Except for the eggs, she didn’t know anything else.

“What is this for?” Mi Xi asks.

“Breakfast.” Chen Ying has an expression on his face that looks like ‘you don’t need to thank me’. “Are you hungry? What time did you get up? Do you get hungry after practicing?” 

“Breakfast?” Mi Xi is shocked, her eyes wide open. “Breakfast?”

Chen Ying startles and turns the fried egg over. “It’s breakfast. Don’t worry, I can make simple things like this, and it won’t spoil your stomach.” 

“Breakfast?” Mi Xi’s face is full of color.

“Yeah, breakfast. I’m making a sandwich. That’s it.” The bread just happened to finish toasting and popped out. Chen Ying points, “I’ll use that slice of bread with the eggs and ham to make a  sandwich. It’s delicious. Then I’ll have a cup of coffee, and you a glass of juice. It’s super good.”

Mi Xi stops talking, a little sad now. He actually forgot.

“What’s the matter?” Chen Ying frowns. “You haven’t eaten it yet, how do you know it’s not delicious? You have to try it.”

Mi Xi nods, feeling depressed. He really forgot.

Chen Ying is not happy himself. How will he even serve this? He’s preparing good food, do you still need to be picky about it? You can’t eat steamed buns every day! Ah! Chen Ying suddenly remembers that last night he promised to take her to eat xiaolongbao for breakfast.

At this time, Mi Xi had already floated away from the kitchen with her head down—she looked so pitiful.

Chen Ying looks at the breakfast he made: it’s almost done and will be ready quite soon. Just think about it, regardless of what she thinks, he only forgot what to feed her—he didn’t forget to feed her at all. He didn’t starve her. 

He finishes things quickly, then sets the table and calls Mi Xi over. He asks her to take the glass and open the refrigerator to pour the juice. 

Mi Xi is obedient, but her mood is down, and she doesn’t comment on the sandwich, which is similar to a hamburger.

Chen Ying is so annoyed that he hates looking at other people’s sad faces. “Okay, I owe you a bun. I forgot, I didn’t think of it until after I finished making this.” 

It’s okay if he doesn’t mention it. But now that he has mentioned it,  Mi Xi can’t help but whisper, “It was clearly agreed.” 

Faced with missing her steamed buns, she forgets for a moment that this is someone else’s house, so she should be cautious in her words and deeds.

“Okay, I’ll make it up tomorrow. I’ll take you there tomorrow.”

Mi Xi is still a little sad in her heart; she had been looking forward to it since she went to bed last night. And the most important thing is that it’s not because she didn’t get to eat the steamed buns, but because Chen Ying clearly made a promise, but in the end he forgot it and just downplayed it. Not committing to what was promised makes her feel quite uncomfortable.

Chen Ying is also not happy—the little miss is petty. Really unhappy.