Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Zhuang Nainai was speechless.
Zhuang Nainai finally saw her own image reflected in his eyes. Her unkempt hair, Si Zhengting’s obsession over cleanliness, her memory of how he used to straighten her collar for her when they had dated back in high school…
It almost felt like she had returned to her high school days. Her messy hair didn’t feel that bad anymore.
Everyone was at work at this time of the day, so the roads were clear. When they got to the Si residence,lunch was just ready. They ate, then Si Zhengting left for the study room to retrieve a random, unimportant document.
As he stepped out of the room, he caught a glimpse of Zhuang Nainai pleasantly sunning herself on the balcony. That made him lose his mood for work.
Unfortunately, there was a meeting he had to attend later in the afternoon.
Si Zhengting made his footsteps heavier.
At the sound of footsteps behind her, Zhuang Nainai, who had been starting to get a little sleepy, turned around. Si Zhengting stood in front of her, looking as if he was just about to leave the house.
However…
Zhuang Nainai’s gaze fell on his shirt.
He was still not wearing that black shirt that she had bought for him. Did he not like it?
She bit her lips and walked over. Batting her eyes, she asked, “You’re not going to change your shirt?”
Si Zhengting furrowed his eyebrows. “Why?”
Zhuang Nainai lowered her head and shyly replied, “Your shirt caught a bit of the food stink when we were eating, so it now smells like food!”
Again, Si Zhengting did not know what to say.
He looked at her, silent.
His cold and sharp gaze made Zhuang Nainai feel as if her head was about to burn up.
Under pressure, and unable to resist, she said, “Why aren’t you wearing the shirt I bought for you when I’ve already washed and ironed it? Do you not like it?”
Again, Si Zhengting did not know what to say.
In the face of her careful yet expectant gaze, Si Zhengting suddenly felt that he could not bring himself to reject her.
He lowered his head to look at his white shirt. After a moment, he grunted, then turned around into his bedroom.
What did that mean?
Zhuang Nainai was at a loss.
She stood waiting at the bedroom door. A while later, Si Zhengting emerged.
He had put on the black shirt that she had bought for him. He buttoned his shirt as he hurriedly walked straight past her and down to the floor below.
Zhuang Nainai was speechless.
Looking on from the corridor of the second floor, Zhuang Nainai watched as he quickly put on his shoes and left the house.
Even though it was not entirely clear to her, she wondered, Could Si Zhengting be shy?
The more she thought about it, the more it seemed to be the case.
The corners of her mouth began to rise uncontrollably. With light steps she ran to the balcony, then shouted loudly to Si Zhengting, who was about to get into the car, “Si Zhengting!”
Si Zhengting slowed his footsteps and raised his head.
Zhuang Nainai bit her lips and raised her voice. “Si Zhengting, you’re just so cute!”
Her voice reverberated through the entire Si residence. Everyone, including the housekeepers and the bodyguards, heard her.
Everyone turned to look at Si Zhengting, all with the same thought in their minds, Could Mr Si ever be linked with the word ‘cute’?
