Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97
Song Qingchun walked into the room and placed the coffee on an empty space on the table obediently.
The moment she put the coffee cup down, Su Zhinian’s hand reached for it and picked it up. Song Qingchun had intended to leave and let the whole thing play out on its own, but when she saw Su Zhinian’s action, she stopped as if frozen.
She stared directly at the cup that moved closer and closer to Su Zhinian’s lips, and she started to snicker internally.
However, just as the cup was going to reach the man’s lips, he stopped.
Su Zhinian raised his originally lowered eyes to meet Song Qingchun’s gaze. He noticed her eyes that were glued to the coffee cup in his hand. His gaze studied her face and moved the cup away from his lips. Even though he knew the truth, he asked purposely,
Do you want a sip?
Song Qingchun was startled. It took her a moment to realize that Su Zhinian had misunderstood her constant gaze on the coffee cup. She shook her head immediately.
Su Zhinian ignored her shaking head and passed her the cup. His kind offer made Song Qingchun swallow the rejection that had reached her throat.
When Song Qingchun heard that, she almost choked on her saliva. She waved her hand at Su Zhinian and added obediently,
That’s fine, Mr. Su, this is for you. I’ll just brew another cup for myself later.
Su Zhinian insisted generously,
No, it’s okay. The coffee smell has woken me up quite nicely already; you can have the drink.
Then, he moved the cup even closer to Song Qingchun, offering it to her.
No, this is definitely not okay! This is my revenge plot; if I took the fixed drink, then I really would be stupid!
Just as Song Qingchun racked her mind, trying to come up with a suitable excuse to convince Su Zhinian to drink the coffee, the man, who had been staring at the computer screen, glanced at her because she still hadn’t accepted the cup. He even added a confused-sounding
Hmm?
As they say, a guilty conscience makes one a coward. Song Qingchun was spooked by this seemingly innocent, questioning gaze by Su Zhinian. Then, no matter how reluctant she was, she accepted the coffee cup compliantly.
Drink it while it’s hot,
Su Zhinian added before turning back to the computer screen. After he turned his face away from her view, a hue of warm smile appeared at the bottom of his eyes.
He looked to be focusing on his computer, but actually, he had been following the girl’s movements out of the corner of his eye. She had the cup of coffee wrapped around the palm of her hands, and a frown was fixed on her face. Her lips moved alternatingly between a pout and a frown.
The smile in Su Zhinian’s eyes deepened, softening the presence around him.
After a moment, he turned around after concealing the mirth in his eyes and asked,
Why are you just holding it?
Then, he added in an overly suspicious tone,
Could it be that there’s something wrong with the coffee?
Song Qingchun’s heart was quivering, but she had to maintain an appreciative smile on her face.
What have I done? I’ve shot myself in the foot, haven’t I? Just how did this happen? Why am I the one being punished here? I did nothing wrong, but if I don’t drink this, isn’t it obvious that there is indeed something wrong with the coffee?
Song Qingchun gritted her teeth surreptitiously and raised the cup to her lips.
