It won't bother you... What's the matter?
Ah, she knows.
The bracelet on her wrist was still on, and occasionally they would clink together, making a jingling sound. Xu Chacha felt inexplicably embarrassed when she heard it.
Chapter 64 Gaggaga
There were no early classes the next day, but because she had stayed up so late the night before, Xu Chacha didn't open her eyes until almost ten o'clock.
Wen Mubai had gotten up and gone to the studio earlier, leaving her a note saying that breakfast was in the refrigerator.
Xu Chacha pressed her palm against her aching lower back and felt she needed to buy some kidneys to help her recover.
The elegant and powerful handwriting on the note showed how much strength the person had in their hand while writing, which made Xu Chacha look rather pathetic in comparison. She angrily crumpled the note into a ball and threw it away.
Wen Mubai had already folded her pajamas and placed them on the bedside table. When Xu Chacha reached out to take them, she noticed a string of peach-colored red marks on the inside of her forearm when she peeked out from under the covers.
Her eyelids twitched, and she lifted the blanket to look at her body. Sure enough, there were few places that had been spared.
Because of these things, Xu Chacha uncontrollably recalled what happened yesterday. The bedroom light wasn't completely off; a warm yellow bedside lamp was left on. Wen Mubai could see the expression on her face clearly. She remembered that at the end, he asked her in her ear if she wanted to be on top again.
Xu Chacha buried her head in the blanket in shame and said: No, I'd rather die than do that.
...
Fortunately, wearing a turtleneck isn't unusual these days. Xu Chacha chose a dress that could completely cover her neck, got ready, and went out to discuss cooperation details with the people from TY.
She doesn't have an agent or company, so she has to do everything herself. Fortunately, she has worked in this industry before and has experienced all kinds of hardships, so she is very skilled at going through the process.
TY is going to participate in the BK Fashion Week, one of the four major fashion weeks, which is scheduled for early September. She has plenty of time to prepare before then.
Having reviewed the contract and found no problems, Xu Chacha signed it without hesitation. On her way back, she briefly explained the matter to Wen Mubai over the phone.
"Congratulations! I'll bring you a mille-feuille when I get back tonight?"
"ah……"
"You won't be able to eat it until September."
"I'll take it!"
"It's chocolate?"
"Uh-huh."
After hanging up the phone, Xu Chacha didn't go straight home. Instead, she took a car to Wen Mubai's studio to wait for her to finish get off work together. Then, the two of them rode in Wen Mubai's car back home.
Passing by a supermarket, Xu Chacha suddenly had a craving for hot pot, so she dragged Wen Mubai inside and bought two large bags of things.
The two carried large and small bags home. Wen Mubai was about to take out his keys when he realized that the door was not closed and was slightly ajar.
She turned around and gave Xu Chacha a look, and the latter shook her head innocently and said, "I checked before I left, and it was locked properly."
"It's nothing." Wen Mubai put down what he was holding, grabbed an umbrella from beside the shoe rack, and said, "You stay outside, I'll go in and check."
"Wait, should we just call the police? What if the thief is still there?" Xu Chacha anxiously pulled her back.
"Then you should run faster."
Xu Chacha wanted to pull her back, but she had already walked in without looking back. After a while, when she didn't hear any movement inside, she cautiously poked her head in.
An unexpected guest was sitting on the living room sofa, but she recognized him. "Uncle Wen?"
Hearing her voice, Mr. Wen's expression softened slightly. "Cha Cha is here too. Come over here and let Uncle see her. It's been a long time."
Wen Mubai was still standing there, his face stern and his expression not good. Xu Chacha gently patted her back as she walked past her and sat down next to Wen's father.
"Uncle, what brings you here today? You didn't even tell me you were coming, so I could have brought you a gift."
"Heh, if I hadn't come, she probably would have gone completely off the rails." Wen's father snorted coldly at Wen Mubai, but when he turned to speak to Xu Chacha, his tone softened considerably. "You're here to visit your aunt for dinner?"
"Ah... sort of." Xu Chacha scratched her head.
Her intuition told her that now was not the right time to tell Wen's father that she and Wen Mubai were living together.
"What are you still standing for? The guests are all seated. Why don't you pour them a glass of water?" Wen's father instructed Wen Mubai.
Wen Mubai glanced at him coldly, turned around, put the umbrella back, closed the door, and brought over a glass of milk and water.
"How did you get in?"
“I know you well enough.” Mr. Wen took a sip of water. “You just leave the key under the blanket like that. Aren’t you afraid someone will steal it?”
"The spare key has been there for over half a year, and you're the only one who's ever driven in without saying a word," Wen Mubai said sarcastically with a forced smile.
Seeing that the father and daughter were about to start arguing again, Xu Chacha interrupted them, saying, "I'm so hungry! Let's eat quickly! Hot pot, hot pot! Uncle, you haven't had hot pot in a long time, have you? Let me tell you, I've discovered a new way to eat it. Add sesame paste and sesame oil to the dipping sauce, and it's so delicious it'll make you feel like you're in heaven!"
"Now that you mention it, Uncle is getting hungry too." Father Wen hooked Xu Chacha's nose and smiled kindly. "I heard you've been quite busy lately. You must be starving. Hurry up and ask your aunt to cook for you."
This really means they're going to stay and freeload. Wen Mubai snorted softly and silently went to the kitchen to prepare the ingredients.
Xu Chacha has her own way of coaxing elders, and it has always worked well since she was a child. In no time, she was chatting enthusiastically with Wen's father.
"What show did you just say was good? Show it to your uncle."
Xu Chacha quickly turned on the TV for him, "This is it. Although it's a low-budget production, the script is interesting. Silly dramas are very popular now."
Mr. Wen nodded thoughtfully, “You young people nowadays all like to watch this kind of thing, those love stories.”
“Ugh… that’s so corny.” Xu Chacha wrinkled her face. “But it’s mainly about looks. If the main character is good-looking, I can tolerate a corny story.”
"So what kind of looks do you guys like now? Have you been following any talent shows...?"
Xu Chacha discovered that Wen's father was quite talkative once he started talking, especially in his area of expertise; once he began, he couldn't stop.
"By the way, your father said you're investing on your own now, and you even became a spokesperson not long ago. That's really impressive, you're so successful."
AS's advertisements were plastered everywhere, making it difficult for Wen's father to avoid seeing them. However, he was truly surprised when he learned that the Xu family had not been involved at all. He never expected that Xu Chacha had such abilities.
"My parents have their own things to do, so I'll try to do it myself. After all, it's more fun to spend money you earn yourself," Xu Chacha said with a smile.
Father Wen sighed and glanced at the people in the kitchen. "If she were half as sensible as you, I would have no worries. I don't expect her to inherit anything for me anymore. What kind of person treats me like an enemy every day?"
"No way," Xu Chacha whispered to him. "Auntie is just stubborn but soft-hearted. She was discussing with me the other day about preparing a birthday present for you herself."
This statement was partly true and partly false. Wen Mubai was indeed preparing to personally select a gift for his father, but it was Xu Chacha who made the suggestion.
Upon hearing this, Mr. Wen's expression softened. "Really?"
"Yeah, why don't you quietly tell me what you like, and I'll tell her back, and we'll secretly rip her off, how about that?"
"Hahaha, you little rascal."
When Xu Chacha saw that he finally smiled, she also hugged her stomach and laughed heartily.
Mr. Wen hadn't laughed so heartily in a long time. He took a breath and sighed, seemingly genuinely, "If only she were a boy, I would have let her marry you, my little bundle of joy."
Xu Chacha paused in her drinking, looking somewhat bewildered.
She doesn't know how to answer this question!
Mr. Wen thought she was frightened. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Uncle just likes you so much that I scared you. Don't take it to heart. I was just saying it casually."
"No, no, I also want to be part of Uncle's family. I would be so happy if Uncle treated me so well and I could be his in-laws."
"You have such a sweet tongue, no wonder your dad talks about you to me every day."
"No, I'm telling the truth."
Xu Chacha and Wen's father chatted for about twenty minutes before Wen Mubai finally managed to set things up.
"Eat."
Once at the dinner table, the three faced each other, and Mr. Wen's amiable demeanor immediately vanished.
The father and daughter both had cold expressions, and Xu Chacha sat in the middle, biting her chopsticks.
"I heard you've been messing around with a young model lately?"
Xu Chacha's eyes darted around. A little model? What a mess?
Wen Mubai glanced at him, clearly too lazy to reply.
"Cha Cha, you're close to your aunt. Has she been having some kind of ambiguous relationship with some young man lately, and even living together?"
"Cough! Cough cough cough..." Xu Chacha almost choked to death on a chili seed.
She was just wondering who this "little model" who was messing around with Wen Mubai was, and now she's the one who's getting caught up in the gossip?
"No way, Auntie has always been very virtuous. I'm with her almost every day, and I've never seen her doing anything improper with anyone." Xu Chacha forced a smile. "Uncle, don't listen to the rumors. Don't you know what kind of person Auntie is?"
“I just don’t understand her at all, that’s why I came to ask you.” Mr. Wen slammed his hand on the table. “She won’t go on a proper blind date, she insists on messing around in private and creating all sorts of scandals. How many people in the industry are clean? Do you think I can just watch her mess around?”
“Uncle, you can’t say that.” Xu Chacha frowned. “Relationships are a matter of mutual consent. Auntie doesn’t want you to force her to do anything.”
"Besides, if you really want to say it, I'm also in this circle. What Uncle means is..." She blinked and looked at Wen's father expectantly.
"No, no, Uncle didn't mean that!" Wen's father panicked and quickly explained, "Of course Uncle wasn't talking about you, I was talking about someone else."
"Actually, there are still many colleagues who work hard. It's not good to generalize from a very small number of negative cases, Uncle."
Knowing he was in the wrong, Mr. Wen said, "I was just angry. I didn't mean to insult your profession. I support you if you want to be a model. You can come to me if you need anything."
"No need, it's good that Uncle can clear up the misunderstanding." Xu Chacha put some food into his bowl. "I just don't want there to be any misunderstandings between Uncle, me, and Auntie. Can we talk things out calmly and peacefully?"
Wen's father watched this little girl grow up. Strangely enough, of the two children in the family, neither was as close to her as he was to her.
Therefore, Wen's father would still listen to some of what Xu Chacha said.
"I'm finished eating." Xu Chacha stood up. "Uncle, you and Auntie can talk things out, but you can't argue, okay?"
"The cake is in the fridge." Wen Mubai handed her a tissue. "Wipe your mouth."
"Oh." Xu Chacha walked around behind her, gesturing for her to look at her phone.
Xu Chacha: No arguing, talk it out!
Xu Chacha: [fierce.jpg]
Unfortunately, the kitten in the emoji, just like Xu Chacha herself, is all bared teeth and claws but has no intimidating power whatsoever.
Wen Mubai smiled at her and said, "I know, how could I not listen to you?"
"That would be best."