Translator:
Nyoi-Bo Studio
Editor:
Nyoi-Bo Studio
Nian Junting raised his eyebrows and snorted carelessly.
She’s the prettiest? It seems that the quality of the girls in your broadcasting department isn’t high at all,
he said.
Everyone else fell into a short silence. Lu Kang coughed slightly, while Luosang pretended to not have heard him.
Su’s lying. Our broadcasting department is full of beautiful girls. But Su is the prettiest girl with a music major, and that’s for sure,
said Luosang.
Em, that makes more sense,
said Nian Junting.
Lu Kang wanted to cry. Boss, do you have to say bad things to Luosang to make yourself comfortable?
Yan Su opened the door and said,
So… We’re leaving.
Luosang took off the jacket and said,
Goodbye, Mr. Nian. Here is your jacket.
Wear it. It’s cold in the outside,
he said. As Luosang felt that he finally said something nice, he added,
And you’ve made my jacket dirty. Are you going to clean it for me?
It’s not dirty,
she said.
It is,
he said in a strong tone.
Luosang was speechless. Alright, if you say so.
Then I’ll contact Mr. Lu and ask him to return it to you after I’ve dry-cleaned it,
she said.
Nian Junting frowned. He didn’t understand why she wanted to return the jacket through Lu Kang, as he was obviously offering her a chance to contact himself.
Wash it with your hands. I don’t like irrelevant people touching my clothes,
he said.
Luosang clenched her teeth. Why do you have to be so picky?
Alright,
she said.
He gave her a sideways glance again and said,
Just call me when you’ve cleaned it.
Isn’t it obvious enough for you? I’m giving you a chance.
Luosang gave a little start and said,
But I don’t have your number.
Didn’t I give it to you during the last New Year?’ He said angrily,
You didn’t delete it, did you?
Luosang didn’t know what to say. She felt that Nian Junting would beat her to death in the car if she told him that she had deleted it.
I lost my phone, so I lost your number as well,
she said.
Couldn’t you reissue your SIM card?
he asked.
I accidentally saved your number in my phone, so it lost with my phone,
Luosang continued lying to him with a low voice.
You’re dumb.
Nian Junting gave her a dagger-sharp glance, then said,
Well, in case you lose your phone again, let me add you on WeChat.
While speaking, he took out his phone and handed it to Luosang.
Type in your WeChat number.
Lu Kang, who sat in the driver’s seat, smiled. Boss, you just wanted her WeChat number. Why do you have to make the whole thing so complicated? he thought.
Luosang glanced at him, then carefully typed in her WeChat number. His WeChat name contained two simple words—CEO Nian. It was typical of his style. As if he worried that the others might not know that he’s a CEO.
After Luosang gave his phone back, he proudly warned her,
Keep your WeChat account safe. If you lose it, I won’t give you my number again.
Will do, will do, thank you, Mr. Nian.
Luosang wore a grateful face.
Nian Junting gave a faint smile and said,
Lu Kang, go get them an umbrella from the trunk.
Sure.
Lu Kang got out of the car and took out an almond-colored umbrella from the trunk for Luosang and Yan Su.
Nian Junting rolled down the car window to show his face, then said,
This umbrella is expensive. Don’t forget to give it back to me.
Yan Su didn’t know what to say.
How expensive is it?
Luosang said through clenched teeth.
We don’t need an umbrella. Don’t lend it to me.
Nian Junting raised an eyebrow, thinking she was angry.
Do you want me to give it to you?
he asked.
He wasn’t a stingy person, but he believed that one shouldn’t give another one an umbrella as a gift without consideration. He believed that if he gave her an umbrella as a gift, he would need to keep her sheltered for the rest of her life.
Luosang sighed, wondering if her words could really make him misunderstand so easily.
No. You said that this umbrella was expensive, so how could I take it?
she said.
