ushernet Chapter 92: Let’s watch it together later
Chapter 92: Let’s watch it together later
Chapter 92: Let’s watch it together later
“On the night when the stars move in the sky, my fate has already been set~”
The person she disliked returned, humming a song and reeking of alcohol. Jiang He wrinkled her nose in distaste.
She knew this guy had been out drinking.
“Whether it’s fate or calamity, it’s all up to me. With you by my side, no one can harm me~”
Xu Qing walked in while taking off his coat. One sleeve was still stuck when he reached out and hooked a finger under Jiang He’s chin.
“...”
Jiang He blinked in shock, stunned by his audacity, and didn’t react.
“What a delicate little beauty you are!”
He threw his coat onto the couch with a pia, his head wobbling a bit as he set a bag down on the table. Jiang He found his sequence of actions odd — why not put the bag down first, then take off the coat?
“...How much did you drink?”
“Maybe just a tiny bit too much.”
Xu Qing collapsed onto the couch, rubbing his forehead. “It’s really kicking in now.”
He usually drank a lot, but today he only took a sip whenever his friends insisted. He shouldn't have gotten this drunk. But since he was so quiet, his friends probably thought he was in a bad mood and gave him extra attention. Winter was the season for baijiu, and after a few more drinks than planned, he ended up downing nearly half a jin.
The cold wind outside had brought the alcohol rushing to his head, making it hard to walk straight.
“But it’s fine. I’m still very sober,” he said with half-closed eyes.
Jiang He glanced around for her little bear plushie. Realizing it was in the bedroom, she was too lazy to fetch it, so she rubbed her chin with the back of her hand and asked, “What’s that?”
She pointed at the bag on the table.
“Ribs, big ribs... We can stew them tonight, or tomorrow.
Let me tell you, if we stew these tonight and don’t finish them, reheating them tomorrow makes them even tastier. The first and second servings have different flavors and textures, each delicious in its own way.”
“Oh, you still want to eat tonight?”
“I’ll just have some soup.”
“Alright.”@@@@
Jiang He picked up the bag of ribs and put it in the fridge. When she turned back, she saw him sprawled out on the couch. “Why don’t you just go sleep in your room?”
“I’m not sleeping. I’m just resting for a bit.”
Xu Qing didn’t move, eyes closed. Only after he heard her footsteps patter back to her computer did he squint one eye open and look at her.
That woman was cunning. She hadn’t touched his watch, phone, or gold chain — just took his clothes. All his clothes, inside and out.
Was she afraid he’d call the police?
Was he the type to call the cops?
If she’d stolen his watch or phone, he’d have let it go. She was an ex, after all — taking a loss wouldn’t kill him. But now? No way. She was just messing with him on purpose.
He couldn’t let this slide. His pride couldn’t take it!
Sitting outside the door, Wang Zijun pulled out his phone and scrolled, trying to figure out how to track her down.
Before she took his clothes, he’d been racking his brain trying to remember why they broke up.
Honestly, she was pretty, an artist with a nice vibe and decent looks. But that personality...
Yeah, it was definitely her personality!
Finally, he found the breakup post in his WeChat Moments. He scrolled through the comments and made a call.
“Hey, I need to ask you something... Do you know a girl named Xiaohui who paints?”
...
Xu Qing woke up to the smell of delicious noodles.
Opening his eyes, he saw Jiang He sitting at the table, slurping noodles with her back to him. On her computer, the old movie Farewell My Concubine was playing, with actors singing in a high-pitched tone.
“No ribs?”
“Hm?”
Hearing his voice, Jiang He slurped up a long noodle and turned around. “No, we’ll cook them tomorrow... I didn’t know you’d wake up so early. I made porridge; it’ll be ready soon.”
The big pot of porridge was a trick she’d learned from Xu Qing. Cook it at night, heat it in the morning — super convenient.
Plus, it gave Xu Qing something to fill his stomach with now.
“Oh, porridge sounds great. Perfect.”
Xu Qing shook his head, stood up, and the blanket slipped off him. He glanced at Jiang He, said nothing, and smiled as he took the blanket back to his room.
“In this world, if you don’t listen to opera, you’re not human. See, cats and dogs don’t listen to opera, do they?”
A voice drawled from the movie. Jiang He took another bite of noodles and asked, “Do you listen to opera?”
“No, who listens to... Wait.”
Xu Qing paused and looked at her computer screen.
Was this girl calling him a dog?