Translator: StarveCleric Editor: Milkbiscuit
Who wants to have anything with you? Also, did she not hear me just now?
Lin Jiage waited for a few seconds, but it seemed like Shi Yao had no intentions of bothering with him. So, he tried to clear his throat again, and this time, his voice was much louder than before.
Young Man: “Right, Darling Yaoyao. Where should we eat?”
At the mention of food, Shi Yao’s eyes immediately lit up. “I haven’t decided yet. I feel like eating dumplings, fried dough sticks, and Grandpa Wang’s buns…”
Young Man: “Well, in that case, Darling Yaoyao, why don’t we buy some fried dough sticks and bring them over to the dumpling store? After that, we can buy some of Grandpa Wang’s buns on our way back home and have them for lunch.”
Shi Yao was extremely satisfied with this arrangement. Her eyes curled into crescents as she replied, “That sounds wonderful!”
Standing by the side, Lin Jiage looked at Shi Yao’s smiling face and coughed two more times.
Can Soft Bun’s bar for laughing not be that low? And that guy should stop playing such despicable tricks too. How could he suddenly mention food in front of Soft Bun?
The young man smiled in glee, “How about it? After listening to my plans, don’t you think I’m really smart?”
Shi Yao nodded. “Yes, yes. You’re the smartest—”
You call that being smart? Aren’t you misunderstanding the meaning of that word?
Before Shi Yao could finish her sentence, the neglected Lin Jiage had already interjected with a loud groan. He then bent his body toward the car, using one hand to prop himself against the car and the other to clutch his stomach tightly.
Afraid that Shi Yao would continue to ignore him, as he bent forward, he intentionally bumped against her shoulders lightly.
The perplexed Shi Yao turned her head around, and as soon as she saw the state of suffering that Lin Jiage was in, her eyebrows immediately knitted together in concern as she asked worriedly, “What’s wrong?”
In response to Shi Yao’s concern, Lin Jiage waved his hand stiffly, as if he was trying to hold himself back as he replied with a strained voice, “It’s nothing.”
At the same time, he secretly shot a glance at the young man behind Shi Yao.
Hmph! Do you think that you’re the only one who knows how to hog the spotlight? Let me show you how mistaken you are! Watch and I’ll show you the acting skills of an Oscar-worthy Best Actor!
With these thoughts, Lin Jiage’s expression suddenly distorted even further from pain. In order to make it seem more convincing, he even made his body shudder a little.
His response appeared to make Shi Yao even more anxious, “Look at you, how is this nothing? Where does it hurt?”
While asking, Shi Yao noticed that Lin Jiage was clutching his abdomen, so she asked again, “Is it your stomach?”
As if the pain had rendered him incapable of speech, he nodded his head strenuously amidst his labored breathing. A moment later, he spoke in a soft, feeble voice, “I’ve been a little too busy recently and I haven’t been able to eat regularly, so my gastritis is acting up again…”
“Actually, I was still feeling better yesterday, but last night, I went with some friends to the suburbs for a short break. Right after watching the sunrise, I was about to drive back to the villa to have breakfast when I noticed your purse in my car. I didn’t want you to think that it was missing and panic and since the villa isn’t too far from your flat, I rushed over to deliver it to you…”
See that, boy? This is what being smart truly means!
Not only did I switch Soft Bun’s attention back to me, I also scored some brownie points too!
After all, I endured my stomach pain just to bring her missing purse back to her as soon as possible…
With these thoughts in mind, Lin Jiage suddenly looked overwhelmed from another wave of pain, and he inadvertently let loose a stifled gasp. A moment later, he continued, “… It’s probably because I didn’t have enough for dinner last night and I also skipped breakfast this morning, so now my gastritis is acting up again…”
Author’s Note: Look at that acting skill, that intelligence, that pettiness, and that jealousy—is there anyone else in the world who can compete with him?
