Translated by Eve
Edited by Kara
Thank you Melanthe for the kofi again đ
After work, Song Xuanhe directly parked his car in front of the companyâs main entrance. His considerably expensive sports car attracted many of the white-collar workersâ gazes as they passed by.
Most of the gazes were on the car. However, the gazes from the white-collar workers that came from the building were on the person inside. Those who worked for the Song Group all could practically recognize Song Xuanheâs car. What they were concerned about was who Song Xuanhe was waiting for.
The white-collar workers slowed down their paces. Those who were with their companions began to guess succinctly. Basically everyone knew about Song Xuanhe courting Xiao Yuanmu from the investment department. At noon, there had also been news that Xiao Yuanmu had agreed to be with Song Xuanhe. Therefore, most people already knew the answer to the question: âWho is Song Xuanhe waiting for?â They just wanted to confirm it with their own eyes.
Without even needing to lower the window to see, Song Xuanhe already knew that quite a number of people were looking over here. He also knew that from today on, rumours would go flying all around within the company. From today on, Xiao Yuanmu would face not only his coworkersâ flattery and fawning but also their despise and deliberate attempts at making things hard for him. He would become estranged from those coworkers who had entered the company with him at the same time, who he used to have a rather good relationship with. Then, he would bear with the deliberate attempts at making life hard for him and the alienation created by the rumours all on his own. During this, his loathing for the Song Group and Song Xuanhe would only increase, thereby foreshadowing the Song Groupâs future bankruptcy and Song Xuanheâs end.
ăI think that my life is a bit tragic.ăSong Xuanhe put on a pair of sunglasses, lazily leaning back against his chair. He crossed his legs and began to chat with the System in his head:ăHe almost broke that girlâs heart at noon. It was I who worked hard to save him from that dangerous crisis. However, heâs actually going to hurt me, make me lose my dignity as a man. Itâs simply a case of repaying kindness with malice!ă
When it thought about Song Xuanheâs ending, the Systemâs boorish voice sounded a bit sympathetic:ăBrother, itâs not that your life is a little bit tragic. Itâs really tragic.ă
Song Xuanhe:ăâŚEr Gou, say, do you think it would be possible for you to send me back to my world even if I were to escape as soon as I finished all my scenes, hide in a little village somewhere in the mountains, and wait for the original hostâs story to end?ăăI can, ah.ăThe System was very frank:ăSo long as youâre able to escape the big shotâs revenge and pursuit after finishing all your scenes, when the time comes, I can send you back.ă
When he heard this, Song Xuanhe felt like he finally had a grasp on things. A smile appeared on his face. He was an expert on running. When the scenes were done, he would run away. He didnât believe that Xiao Yuanmu, a man that was destined to stand at the top of the world, would have so much time on his hands to hold onto him tightly.
The System reminded him:ăThe big shot is here.ă
Song Xuanhe rescinded his smile and lowered the car window. Indeed, he saw Xiao Yuanmu about three metres away from the car. He took off his sunglasses and spoke with an arrogant tone, âGet in. Weâre going to the grocery store. Youâre making dinner.â
Xiao Yuanmu gave him an indifferent glance, pulled the door open, and sat inside. From start to finish, there was no superfluous expression on his face.
Song Xuanhe started the engine and began to feel fearful inside. Xiao Yuanmu was only twenty years old right now. When most of the people his age were still in their ivory towers, living their reckless, carefree days of youth, not only had he started working for the industryâs number one business, but he also had made an exhaustively detailed plan of his future career path. Moreover, he could truly pull off hiding his emotions. Even if he wasnât found by the Xiao Group and taken back, with his extraordinarily high EQ and IQ, his future would likewise be boundless.
Just how stupid had the original host had to have been to act like such a blind moron when faced with this kind of clever, freakishly smart man? Time and time again, he offended him, bringing about his miserable end.
The System:ăDonât scold the original host. From now on, the one who has to do those moronic things is you.ă
Song Xuanhe:ăThanks for the reminder, Bro.ă
The System:ăNo problem, Big Bro.ă
Song Xuanhe rolled his eyes. When he suddenly thought about how he had no choice but to offend Xiao Yuanmu like crazy in the future, he thought that there was no reason to be so cautious or feel so much trepidation.
Therefore, Xiao Shaoye Song began to list dishes: âI want to eat Sichuan poached sliced fish in hot chili oilâthe really spicy kind, served with potatoes, sliced lotus roots, and dried bean curd. I donât have any other requests for that. Also, I want to eat sweet and sour spare ribs. Make it sweeter. Also, I want hot and spicy shrimp. Remember to peel the fresh shrimp after buying them before sauteing them. Also, letâs add a meatball soup, ba. Four dishes is enough.â
Xiao Yuanmu gave an indifferent sound of acknowledgement. His expression did not change. There was no dissatisfaction with being ordered about.
Song Xuanhe felt a bit afraid, however. He felt like Xiao Yuanmu was marking everything down and would give him payback for everything when the time came. Wouldnât it be tragic if he offended Xiao Yuanmu so badly that it caused him to want to find him even if he had to scour the entire world?
Thus, the flexible Xiao Shaoye Song decided to remedy the situation a bit, âIf you donât want to shell the shrimp, you can just saute them with the shells on. I can peel them myself.â
Xiao Yuanmu was silent for a while. He then looked down and said âmhmâ again.
The two of them strolled through the grocery store near the villa district. They bought everything they needed before going home. There, Song Xuanhe directly holed up on the sofa, not moving an inch while waiting for Xiao Yuanmu to cook for him.
Sounds of the spatula hitting against the wok while stir-frying could be heard from the kitchen. The tempting aroma of food wafted over. Song Xuanhe, who had been playing on his phone, slowly sat up as he sniffed the air. Before he could stick his head into the kitchen to take a look, words appeared in his mind:
ăXiao Yuanmu carried the delicious food over and placed them on the long, wooden table. Song Xuanhe, who had been sitting in the living room, did not move. He didnât want to pay any attention to him, but when he thought about how Song Xuanhe might treat this as an excuse to cause trouble for him, he walked into the living room.
When Song Xuanhe saw Xiao Yuanmu come over, he smiled and said, âLooks like you have some self-awareness of your identity.â
Xiao Yuanmu held back the chill in his eyes and said in an ordinary tone, âDinner is ready.â
Song Xuanhe reached out and spoke with an arrogant tone as if he was talking to a servant, âCome. Pull me up.â
Xiao Yuanmu stood in place, not moving. He was already at his limit, having been forced to agree to be with Song Xuanhe. He didnât want to continue feigning civility. When he thought about how Song Xuanhe wanted to force him to submit last time, he felt his stomach roll, chest filled with anger. If it wasnât for the Director, he would not mind giving as good as he got.
Probably because he was still young, the current Xiao Yuanmu was not as shrewd and scheming as he would be in the future. He turned around and left, patience stretched to the thinnest. He wasnât willing to give Song Xuanhe another glance.
Song Xuanhe, however, felt that he had received an offense. He directly walked over to the dining room. When he saw Xiao Yuanmu, who had already seated himself and was just about to begin eating, his anger billowed, and he said with a cruel voice, âIt seems that you still havenât learned to be obedient.â
As his words fell, he smacked all the food onto the ground. He then turned around and went upstairs.ă
Song Xuanheâs eyes went wide. He was stupefied:ăWhat the hell is this?! This scene wasnât in the novel!ă
ăThis is from Xiao Yuanmuâs memories, so you still have to do it.ăThe System probably felt a little sympathetic upon seeing Song Xuanheâs expression. When it thought of his future, its tone became more sympathetic, ăBecause itâs a scene from his memories, you have more freedom in handling it. So long as the important part is done, itâs fine. Itâs different from the main scenes. You donât even have to recite the lines.ă
Song Xuanhe sucked in a deep breath. The air that entered his nose was the aroma of the Sichuan fish. He asked, still carrying a sliver of hope:ăWhatâs the important part of this scene? ă
ăFlipping the table. You just have to smack the dishes down.ă
Song Xuanhe:ăWhy the f*ck didnât you tell me when I was ordering all the dishes that I liked?!!!ă
The System felt a bit wronged. The boorish voice of a one-metre-eighty man sounded a bit pitiful with the way it spoke:ăI didnât think that you would start ordering, ah. By the time I remembered, you had already told him what you wanted to eat.ă
Song Xuanhe: âŚ.
Did I perhaps dig up your ancestral grave in a past life?
Because his mother had been a chef, although Xiao Shaoye Song was arrogant and willful, he had never wasted food. His temperament wasnât very good either, but usually, it was rare for people to tread on his bottom line and make him truly angry. However, wasting food that someone else made with all their heart was one of the things that he could not tolerate.
And yet, the System wanted him to smack onto the ground the delicious dinner he had been looking forward to eating. This made him feel even more conflicted than when he had to act out the scene of âforcingâ Xiao Yuanmu.
Before Song Xuanhe had finished his mental preparations, Xiao Yuanmu had already walked over, having finished cooking.
Probably because he had been in touch with the kitchen flames, Xiao Yuanmu, who walked over and stood in front of Song Xuanhe, was not as cold and unapproachable as he usually was. Actually, because of the apron he was wearing, he looked a bit gentle.
Even his tone of voice carried a bit more warmth than usual: âDinner is ready.â
Song Xuanhe tightly pursed his lips. When he thought about how he had no choice but to overturn the table full of food he just knew would have been delicious and then starve at night, he became so angry that his eyes turned red. He felt a bit guilty.
He didnât even feel guilty when he had threatened Xiao Yuanmu in a scene or âforcedâ him in another. However, right now, he really felt that he was letting Xiao Yuanmu down. At the very least, he was letting down that table full of delicacies.
The more he thought about it, the worse he felt. However, he had to do it no matter what, so he might as well do it efficiently.
Song Xuanhe stood up. With a focused gaze, he walked past Xiao Yuanmu, entered the dining room, and directly smacked the dishes onto the floor. With a cold voice, he said, âNot eating.â
After saying it, he turned around and began to ascend the stairs. However, his arm was grabbed. Xiao Yuanmu grabbed hold of his arm, a storm brewing in his eyes. His voice was thoroughly cold, âWhat are you doing?â
Song Xuanhe threw him off. He could only look back, not showing any weakness, âI donât want to eat! You have a problem with that?â
The hand Xiao Yuanmu had grabbed Song Xuanheâs arm with suddenly tightened. He squeezed harder and harder. It felt like he was about to break Song Xuanheâs bone. However, when Xiao Yuanmu saw Song Xuanheâs reddened eyes and nose, he subconsciously released his hold, letting the other leave.
When he returned to his room, Song Xuanhe found a sofa to sit on. He wanted to play on his phone to alleviate some of his anger and the hunger that had been aroused earlier by the aroma of food. However, he looked for it for a bit before realizing that he had left his phone on the living roomâs sofa.
When he recalled Xiao Yuanmuâs expression that was so cold that it could freeze a person, Song Xuanhe kicked a stool over and then went into the washroom to wash up.
Downstairs, Xiao Yuanmu stood in place for a while. He then returned to the dining room and saw the mess on the ground. His expression darkened a bit. He didnât continue looking and directly left.
After Song Xuanhe had destroyed their dinner, Xiao Yuanmu didnât have much of an appetite. He might as well go back to his room. To reach the stairs, he had to pass by the living room. Halfway, he suddenly stopped. He looked at the phone left on the sofa.
Xiao Yuanmu paused for two seconds and then went to pick it up.
The phoneâs screen had yet to turn off. Xiao Yuanmu glanced at it and discovered that it was the companyâs forum. He didnât plan on looking at it in depth, but he saw a familiar name.
He flipped the phone over and looked at the thread Song Xuanhe had been looking at. The topic was âThe Investment Departmentâs Male God, Xiao Yuanmu, and Female Goddess, Yang Ran, Were Torn Apart. A Lonely Expression While Looking at the Female Goddess From Behind.â Below, there was a picture of Xiao Yuanmu looking at the curly-haired female goddess from behind.
Xiao Yuanmuâs eyebrows furrowed. Suddenly, the image of Song Xuanheâs seemingly extremely wronged expression appeared in his mind. He pursed his lips, and the suppressed gloominess in his eyes dispersed quite a bit. He turned and re-entered the kitchen.
Eve: The start of MLâs misunderstandings hahaha. The good kind of misunderstandings. Also, I really feel for Xuan Baby. I would be so pissed if I had to do that, especially if hangry already.
Kara: Hahaha! It begins!! I am ready for the absolute chaos that these misunderstandings are going to bring us. My poor baby Xuan, donât worry, Iâll sneak you some take-out!! (*â§â˝âŚ)ďžď˝ź))
