Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“Then I’ll grant you permission to use it with her,” Nian Junting said authoritatively.
“…Thanks.” Yan Su thought that there was no way they could finish those, even if she chipped in, too. “Mr. Nian, our apartment won’t be able to hold so many boxes anyway,” she added.
Nian Junting looked around the room and nodded. “I saw it coming, I just brought it up for you to look at. I’ll leave one or two boxes here and take the rest back to Tianhu Villa. You can call Lu Kang up to bring more for you whenever you need.”
Lu Kang nearly vomited blood when he heard what Mr. Nian said as he carried the last box into the apartment. He was supposed to carry them back down again. Yan Su looked at him sympathetically. “Sangsang, you can stay here to talk to Mr. Nian, I’ll go make us some food.”
“It’s alright, you stay and chat with her, I’ll cook.” Nian Junting remembered Nian Xi’s reminder to talk less and do more. He walked briskly into the kitchen.
Luosang had a headache. She was glad that he was willing to cook, but she was worried that he would burn the kitchen down at the same time. Yan Su saw the look of worry on her face and said, “Let him go do his thing. Have you forgotten what Nian Xi said?”
Luosang agreed with her and started watching television while waiting for dinner to be ready. She could hear various sounds of chopping and slicing coming from the kitchen. Luosang had never seen him use a knife. She was worried that he would cut himself, so she walked into the kitchen to see him chopping up a black-bone chicken.
She could tell that it was his first time, as he was in a lot more pain than the chicken on the chopping board. He was dripping with sweat while the chicken was still in one piece.
“Why did you come in here, Luoluo?” Nian Junting looked at her. “Have you forgiven me?”
“I’m just checking up on you. I’m hungry.” Luosang looked at him coldly. “Go home and eat if you don’t know how to cook. Don’t make a mess over here. I don’t have the energy right now to clean up after you as well.”
“Are you still angry? Have you seen the little card that I sent you? How about the flowers?” Nian Junting was relieved that she didn’t seem like she wanted to break up with him.
“Don’t mention the flowers.” Luosang glared at him. “I don’t like red roses. It’s way too cheesy. I like champagne roses.”
“There are champagne roses?” Nian Junting asked in bewilderment. “I thought there were only red and white roses in the world.”
“…”
He quickly added when she kept quiet, “I’ll give you whatever roses that you want. Don’t be angry with me anymore. Don’t waste your energy on me. You are on your period, and you should maintain a cheerful spirit. I’m not familiar with such things. I didn’t know that it was such an awkward thing to talk about for you girls. I won’t ever post it on social media again. I’ve already deleted it. I shouldn’t have said that Leng Shuangwei was perfect, either. You are the only perfect one in my heart.”
Luosang looked at him and almost forgave him on the spot, but she remembered what Nian Xi said and decided against it. She was going to give him the cold shoulder for one week. “Didn’t your mother tell you to talk less and do more?” Luosang said, “You announced to the whole world that I was having my period, and your subordinates gave you so many sanitary pads. How can I forgive you so easily?”
Nian Junting’s mouth twitched. “How did you know that they got me the sanitary pads?”
“I would have given them to you if I were you subordinate, too!” Luosang was speechless.
Nian Junting nodded. “My Sangsang has both brawn and brains. No wonder you’re the most perfect lady in my heart.”
