"Did he tell you that I gave birth to his son, and that you have a grandson named Vivi who grew up in the United States?"
Teacher Zhao nodded repeatedly, extremely amazed, "Yes, yes, exactly the same."
Zhao Xiyin didn't even bother to lift her eyelids. "He's a madman. Where am I supposed to find a child for him? Can't he have any common sense?"
"That's true." Teacher Zhao sighed. "His health is so weak. Xiao Xi, why didn't you tell your father before? Sigh, he's all looks and no substance, and he'll only get worse in the future."
Zhao Xiyin coughed twice and subconsciously turned her head away, feeling very guilty.
The father and daughter were each lost in their own thoughts. Teacher Zhao looked worried. Just as they were quiet, the doorbell rang. They went to open the door, and sure enough, Zhou Qishen arrived uninvited, his hands behind his back, dressed in all black, with a polite expression.
Zhao Wenchun invited him inside and shared his joy with a beaming smile, whispering, "Xiao west has been chosen as the lead dancer! She's the only one in the whole troupe. Isn't that amazing?"
Zhou Qishen echoed, nodding in agreement: "That's amazing, it's all thanks to your excellent teaching."
Teacher Zhao was so happy. "Please sit down, please sit down. You're not feeling well yet. I'll go buy some fruit."
Zhao Xiyin rolled her eyes at him, thinking, "What a hypocritical liar, he doesn't even blush when he flatters me."
On such a wide sofa, Zhou Qishen insisted on sitting right next to her. Zhao Xiyin stretched out her legs, leaving less than ten centimeters between them. Her fair and delicate toes were close to his thighs. Zhou Qishen glanced over and his gaze lingered for a few seconds, deliberately.
Zhao Xiyin quickly pulled her legs back, sat cross-legged, straightened her back, and said in a harsh tone, "What kind of expression is that when you come to someone else's house as a guest? It's like you're here to collect a debt."
Zhou Qishen was taciturn and cold-faced, his serious demeanor was quite intimidating. His long legs and feet sank into the sofa, making him look like an iceberg.
Zhao Xiyin stood up. "Pull your feet back and make way."
There was no movement; he was dressed in a sharp suit and trousers, and stood there as a roadblock.
Zhao Xiyin was too lazy to argue with him and was about to step over when he grabbed her wrist. "Where did you go yesterday?"
Completely baffling, Zhao Xiyin broke free, "Are you alright?"
No sooner had I returned to the bedroom than Zhou Qishen followed me over. “I called you but you didn’t answer. When you called back, you just yelled at me. Can’t I know what’s going on?”
Zhao Xiyin seemed to have guessed what was going on. She frowned, her gaze wandering from his eyes, and said angrily, "Zhou Qishen, are you at it again, or are you having this old habit again!"
Zhou Qishen also became angry, saying, "No problem, I won't be someone else's punching bag."
Zhao Xiyin scoffed, took out her phone and tapped randomly, "Fine, you just wait, I'll place an order right now, how about a hundred air pumps?"
Zhou Qishen snatched her phone and tossed it onto the bed.
Zhao Xiyin glared at him and pushed him away, saying, "This is my room. You're not allowed to stand here. Get out, get out."
Zhou Qishen stood rooted to the ground like a wooden stake. "If you push any harder, the wound will reopen. If I become crippled or die, you'll be responsible for me for the rest of your life."
"What kind of person is this? He's shameless!" Zhao Xiyin said. "I've never seen anyone so good at faking accidents."
When Zhou Qishen gets thick-skinned, he's capable of anything, and he's even pushing his luck. He simply sat down and lay down on Zhao Xiyin's bed, saying, "You pushed me just now, and my wound is bleeding again."
Zhao Xiyin was furious. "Don't sleep in my bed!"
Zhou Qishen propped himself up on his elbows, his eyes gleaming arrogantly, "Are you going to take your anger out on me from now on?"
Zhao Xiyin rolled up her sleeves, holding both arms up. "My dad didn't get home until midnight yesterday. He was delivering food to you, so he left through your place. Who else should I go to if not you? Zhou Qishen, let me tell you, if my dad gets lost, I'll never forgive you."
Zhou Qishen's brain was practically throbbing with rage. "Are you doing this for your father, or for someone else?"
Zhao Xiyin put her hands on her waist, and calmed down by now. She raised her chin slightly and said, "Are you leaving or not? You're not leaving, huh? Fine."
She walked to the desk, opened her laptop, and plugged in the subwoofer and its built-in speakers. Then she drew the curtains, turned off the lights, and the bedroom was suddenly plunged into darkness. Zhou Qishen's eyes lit up instantly, fixing on her intently.
Zhao Xiyin calmly turned on the projector. Her room wasn't much else; after returning to Beijing, she bought a projector online, spending several thousand yuan, which she regretted at the time. Besides dancing, Zhao Xiyin had another hobby that Zhou Qishen knew all too well.
The screen slowly slid down, revealing a small room that was roughly the size of a 60-inch television.
After fiddling around for a while, Zhao Xiyin picked out a movie called "Ju-on" from the hard drive and considerately fast-forwarded to the most classic scene.
Kayako crawled down the stairs with a ferocious expression, her hair disheveled, her face pale, and her eyes hollow, only two sockets remaining. She screamed as she crawled...
Zhao Xiyin had such a wicked thought. The moment the female ghost's bloodied chin fell off her face, she suddenly turned the stereo up to the maximum volume!
"Ah!!" the female ghost screamed shrilly.
Zhou Qishen was so scared he almost peed himself!
Zhao Xiyin remained unfazed, her back to him, engrossed in the horror movie. Living together for so long, they knew each other's strengths and weaknesses inside and out. Playing the rogue, huh? There's always a way to deal with you. Boss Zhou is very manly, so what? He's still afraid of ghosts.
The people in the movie were screaming, and Zhou Qishen felt like his head was about to explode.
Zhao Xiyin glanced back at him, a sly smile playing on her lips in the dim light. Zhou Qishen felt a chill run down his spine; oh no, this little brat was up to no good!
After a three-second silence, the two got up almost simultaneously. Zhou Qishen tumbled off her bed, but no matter how fast he ran, he couldn't keep up with Zhao Xiyin getting closer to the door. Zhao Xiyin ran out of the bedroom, grabbed the doorknob, and slammed the door shut with a loud bang, trapping Zhou Qishen inside.
"Zhao Xiyin! Open the door for me!"
The bedroom was pitch black, with only continuous, terrifying screams accompanying Boss Zhou.
Zhao Xiyin felt relieved and happy!
"You really like my bed, don't you? Go ahead and sleep there. You'll be fine all night. I have an app on my phone with tons of horror movies, I'll put them in a row for you. Do you prefer Japanese or Korean or Western movies? How about we watch 'The Anatomy Room' next?"
Zhao Xiyin put her hands on her hips and snorted, "You just need to be taught a lesson!"
After the tirade was over, silence fell over the room.
Zhao Xiyin frowned, and was about to put her ear to listen when, bang! Zhou Qishen kicked the door lock off.