This business partner is none other than Chairman Chu, who previously helped connect the director of Land Cruiser!
What a coincidence! This is double the joy! Zhang Chaohe thought it over and decided it was feasible. He said excitedly, "Let's go order two nice suits to match those brooches in a couple of days!"
He didn't elaborate on what he was going to do, so Cheng Jixue didn't pay much attention. The stir-fried mushrooms were finally served, along with steaming hot rice and chilled lemon water, making for a particularly pleasant meal in the air-conditioned room on this hot summer day.
Zhang Chaohe had been busy all night, so he ate very quickly. Cheng Jixue, on the other hand, didn't eat much. He felt full just watching Zhang Chaohe happily munching on the mushrooms—so before he knew it, Zhang Chaohe had eaten most of the mushrooms.
Zhang Chaohe was a little embarrassed... You're good at nothing but eating, at least you can wash the dishes, right?
So the two of them got into a heated discussion about washing dishes! Although the smart kitchen had an automatic dishwasher, Zhang Chaohe always felt that the dishes weren't as good as what he could wash himself. Cheng Jixue, on the other hand, thought washing dishes was fine... but how could a man let his wife do the dishes!
The two men each held their own opinion, both believing that their wives shouldn't have to do the dishes! So, in the end, they had to decide who would do the dishes that day by playing rock-paper-scissors.
In the end, Cheng Jixue won the honor of washing dishes for the day! Zhang Chaohe was ruthlessly kicked out, and he suddenly felt very sad, so sad that his head was a little dizzy.
In fact, if the two of them were more experienced, they would have noticed that Zhang Chaohe had become a little too emotional after finishing his meal... But his thought process was usually hard to fathom, which is why Cheng Jixue didn't realize that Zhang Chaohe was in an abnormal state immediately.
Cheng Jixue was diligently washing the last empty plate—actually, Zhang Chaohe's home decor was quite interesting; some parts were in a simple and elegant European style, while others were rather cute. For example, the plate he was holding now had a cute rim—
The next second, Zhang Chaohe suddenly leaned in and affectionately took a bite of Cheng Jixue's cheek! He bit very seriously, like a child sucking on candy, even sticking out his tongue slightly aimlessly. Although the action was full of provocation, Zhang Chaohe's movements were so devout and earnest—
So focused was Cheng Jixue that the plate in her hand fell into the pool with a "thud"... The plate let out a painful groan, looking as if it was just a hair's breadth away from dying.
At that moment, Cheng Jixue couldn't describe his feelings. It was as if his language and reaction systems had simultaneously failed, and then fireworks from all over the world exploded in his mind. Cheng Jixue didn't care that his hands were wet. He almost relied on his body's instinct to cup Zhang Chaohe's cheeks and wanted to lean down and kiss his lips deeply.
However, the next second, he noticed that Zhang Chaohe's expression seemed a little off.
Zhang Chaohe's bright eyes were filled with a hazy mist, and his whole demeanor exuded an indescribable, alluring, and innocent charm.
But Cheng Jixue wasn't particularly beastly. The fact that Zhang Chaohe didn't resist or utter a single word when he was holding Zhang Chaohe's face in this unusual way was already very strange—or rather, everything had been strange since that kiss.
Just as Cheng Jixue was about to ask him what was wrong, Zhang Chaohe suddenly hugged him gently and said in a very soft, indistinct voice, "The stick figure is chasing after Super Mario and dancing!"
Cheng Jixue: After being doused with a large basin of cold water, Cheng Jixue expressionlessly pulled Zhang Chaohe, who was clinging to him like an octopus, off his body and prepared to find his car keys to drive to the hospital.
Zhang Chaohe didn't actually have a sudden awakening at all! Cheng Jixue thought bitterly—he just got mushroom poisoning!
A note from the author:
Great sorrow and great joy, it turns out, are only a moment apart—by Master Duanduan, who has now entered the Buddhist order;
It's normal that I can't lick your elbow... because I can't either! (Hands on hips)
Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!
Chapter 73
Zhang Chaohe enjoyed eating mushrooms for a moment, but ended up in the hospital and crematorium.
Cheng Jixue asked the attending physician with concern, "Are there any other effects of mushroom poisoning?" He pondered for a moment and added, "For example, suddenly becoming interested in things you don't like, taking a bite, or..."
Second translation: Did he kiss me because he likes me?
The doctor, unaware of the hidden meaning in his words, was racking his brains to answer the patient's family's questions and trying to ease their worries: "Well...theoretically, no, after all, these aren't poisonous mushrooms, it's just that they ate too many and are a little intolerant. However, there is a possibility that their senses might be amplified due to excessive excitement."
To put it simply, it's about "not fabricating something out of thin air, but possibly scaling it up proportionally."
Cheng Jixue was immediately relieved. He thought that was great. It was practically a light kiss, which was almost a full kiss.
He returned to the ward—Cheng Jixue was cunning; first, she directly chose a public hospital, not giving the Zhang family elders the chance to use their old tricks to lure Zhang Chaohe home; then, she didn't even notify her assistant… It was as if the two of them secretly changed places to continue their relationship.
Zhang Chaohe seemed to have regained consciousness, staring blankly at the ceiling. Cheng Jixue guessed he was probably thinking about what happened tonight, but she didn't know if he remembered anything.
But Zhang Chaohe's beak is as hard as a goose's, not tight but firm, so it will probably take some effort to get him to open his mouth.
Cheng Jixue deliberately stomped her feet heavily. Zhang Chaohe turned his head, his expression ashen, hopeless, and heavy, as if he were terminally ill. Cheng Jixue sat down by the bed and touched his hand—Zhang Chaohe quickly withdrew his hand as if burned, his eyes glancing out the window, every cell in his body trying to express resistance.
Oh, this looks promising. Cheng Jixue thought to herself.
He pretended to get up to check the IV line and asked casually, "Are you feeling better?"
Zhang Chaohe: "..."
Zhang Chaohe: "Hmm."
His mind is now filled with that earth-shattering bite he took—he's doomed! How can he erase his sins? How can he explain himself and clear his name?
Can you really fool me by saying I was poisoned and thought it was a huge and delicious porcini mushroom?
That's unlikely.
Zhang Chaohe only hoped that Cheng Jixue would leave the ward quickly, giving him time to come up with another airtight, or at least seemingly reasonable, reason, just like he had explained the sugar daddy issue before. But before he could find a suitable excuse to get rid of her, he felt Cheng Jixue gently touch his forehead.
Zhang Chaohe was stunned and subconsciously looked up at Cheng Jixue—even from his squinting angle, he could tell that Cheng Jixue was indeed beautiful, with a clear jawline and no unsightly bulging fat on her cheeks.
Ah, can you blame me? Zhang Chaohe thought expressionlessly. Being bewitched by beauty is human nature. If anyone is to blame, it's that he's too good-looking, not that I'm too beastly.
"Go to sleep." Cheng Jixue was as loving as a mother, radiating a holy light—at least in the eyes of Zhang Chaohe, a patient suffering from the aftereffects of the mushroom disease. "You can be discharged in three days."
He didn't say anything more, nor did he press him about what morally reprehensible things he had done under the control of the vile mushroom. Instead, he turned and quietly left.
As a result, Zhang Chaohe, who was relieved not to be interrogated, began to squirm uncomfortably: Why doesn't he ask me? Why doesn't he ask me anything?
Cheng Jixue quietly observed through the visiting window of the ward for a while, and as expected, saw Zhang Chaohe wriggling around like a caterpillar. He smiled silently, feeling for the first time that he not only kept up with the goose's running pace, but even seemed to have a chance to hold the goose's fate by the scruff of its neck?
For the next three days, Cheng Jixue played the aloof role to the fullest. Contrary to his usual behavior, he was not gentle, considerate, tolerant and accommodating as before, but instead appeared very distant and polite.
He would bring Zhang Chaohe delicious meals in the ward on time and also bring him his favorite new games. But he never stayed in the ward long—he was more punctual than the medical staff, never late or leaving early, and never worked overtime.
Zhang Chaohe was playing games alone in the ward when he suddenly pouted in dejection.
Let me tell you, this isn't something you can just make up some excuse to cover up... Because of his sudden outburst, Cheng Jixue must be extremely frightened.
Then he shut up and didn't mention it, neither apologizing nor explaining. Putting yourself in his shoes, if someone else suddenly bit him and then pretended nothing happened, Zhang Chaohe might even punch them back to their happy ICU.
Two hours before dinner, just as Zhang Chaohe finally decided to face the problem and rack his brains to come up with a suitable reason to explain it, the ward door was suddenly pushed open.
Today, Cheng Jixue did not bring his familiar Stella dew food box. Instead, he wore a very beautiful and dignified apricot-colored long robe, with a gold-plated red coral brooch on the collar.
Zhang Chaohe, his mind completely blank, stared blankly at him, clutching the game console in his hand. Cheng Jixue leaned slightly forward, leaning against the foot of the hospital bed, his fox-like eyes staring directly and intensely at Zhang Chaohe. When he didn't speak, and his lips curled into a forced smile, he inexplicably possessed an unfathomable aura—especially when his dark, crystalline pupils reflected only the image of one person.
Like a deep, swirling body of water, or a spiraling tower with no end in sight.
Zhang Chaohe's breathing became slightly rapid under his gaze. A long time ago, he had read an article that analyzed why wicked concubines and villains who brought disaster to the country did not look like good people and gave people a sense of shrewdness and strength.
Because they all have relatively sharp facial features.
Long, slender eyes, neatly arched eyebrows, and a high, pointed nose... as well as a pair of full, vibrant lips with pointed corners.
Cheng Jixue possesses all of the above characteristics; he has a face that most closely resembles the traditional aesthetic of a villain. However, he habitually uses gentleness and kindness as a protective shield, concealing all his sharp edges... as well as his ambition and arrogance.
Zhang Chaohe felt he should say something to establish his authority, but after thinking it over, he couldn't think of anything to say. Just as he was about to make a joke, Cheng Jixue suddenly reached out and touched his cheek, her voice as gentle and clear as ever: "Have you thought of an explanation?"
Coupled with his current demeanor and behavior, it was absolutely terrifying for Zhang Chaohe, who was already feeling guilty!
Zhang Chaohe was startled, and his finger instinctively flicked, accidentally touching one of the game console's buttons—because no one was controlling it, the little figure on the screen crashed straight into the monster in front of it amidst cheerful music, and a regretful sigh instantly came from the game console…
GAME OVER.
Zhang Chaohe was not much better off than the little figure in the game. His first reaction was "I'm doomed" - just like the feeling of certainty when the teacher suddenly changed the scope of the exam before the exam and he opened the test paper.
What was bound to happen has finally happened.
Although he had made up his mind to face the problem squarely, he did not expect it to happen so suddenly... Zhang Chaohe shuffled back, trying to get out of Cheng Jixue's range of intimidation.
However, just as he made a move, he saw Cheng Jixue smile at him, then stride around to the bedside, shake off her clothes, and sit down beside him.
He rested his chin on his hand and looked at Zhang Chaohe with a cold smile: "It's okay, I'll give you time to think it over."
Zhang Chaohe looked at him helplessly: Mommy, help! Can anyone tell me what to do now!
He felt like a scumbag who ran away with his pants down, driving that gentle and innocent beauty to the point of turning evil, and now she was coming after him to fight to the death—Zhang Chaohe was so anxious and aggrieved that his eyes were a little red... It was all Mushroom's fault, how could he be blamed!
He felt increasingly aggrieved, but still politely asked first, "Can I back out?"
Cheng Jixue: "".
"No way." He laughed in exasperation, and unconsciously pinched Zhang Chaohe's earlobe—it felt so good, he would pinch it often in the future.
He found it unbelievable. He had already given Zhang Chaohe so much time to come up with a reason, so while others could meditate and attain enlightenment in three days, Zhang Chaohe could only come up with such a clever way of cheating?
For others, "a long time" means three months; for Cheng Jixue, it means three days.
He couldn't take it anymore. He realized that although Zhang Chaohe, like other little swindlers, liked to play hard to get, others were just playing hard to get, while Zhang Chaohe simply wanted to jump around a bit.
Since the little swindler is unwilling to move an inch on his own, let him push the little swindler forward—the result will be about the same anyway.
Cheng Jixue thought with a clear conscience that a love hunter should take matters into his own hands!
This time, Zhang Chaohe was truly silent. The game console was still emitting cheerful and amusing standby sounds, which echoed eerily in the stiff and cold hospital room. He was now facing a dilemma. Although psychologically Zhang Chaohe was willing to take responsibility, Cheng Jixue was, after all, Cheng Jixue—still that poisonous rose followed by a truck.
He admitted that he had previously harbored dangerous thoughts of being a scumbag. On one hand, he wanted to enjoy Cheng Jixue's unique goodness, while on the other hand, he subconsciously resisted taking responsibility. He wanted to freeze time forever in the sweet and carefree ambiguous period—like a traveler who had traveled through mountains and rivers indulging in a beautiful spring dream, unwilling to wake up and step into a long and cold winter night.
If this is his destiny, would he be willing to draw his sword to fight against the raging torrent ahead?
If he chooses to push Cheng Jixue away this time, will he let go of his hand forever, and really turn around and run towards his destined idiot Ji Er, just like in the book?
Children want candy and praise from their parents, but adults can't have it all. Many decisions are made only once in a lifetime, with no turning back.
The most unpredictable thing about life is that you never know if this is an important crossroads in your life; and whether friends who have walked hand in hand will meet again at the next crossroads after they are separated, or whether they will go their separate ways to a future where they will never cross paths again.
When Zhang Chaohe looked up, half of his eyes were red. His eyes contained an indescribable sadness and sorrow. He looked at Cheng Jixue with such a complicated and anxious gaze that Cheng Jixue almost said, "Forget it, forget it."
"You go first, I'll handle the discharge procedures myself later."
Zhang Chaohe suddenly spoke.
Cheng Jixue was taken aback. He was about to say something when Zhang Chaohe casually turned off the game console, put it on the bedside table, rolled over and crawled into the covers, muttering, "Goodnight."
Cheng Jixue remained silent for a while, then gently closed the door and left.
A note from the author:
Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it won't be angsty. The main thing is to write about the goose's emotional changes! It will be sweet again tomorrow!
Never let heartbreaking moments creep into a lighthearted, silly story! That's the professionalism of an extreme sweet story writer!
Today is short, tomorrow will be tens of thousands (wink);
Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!