Chapter Seven

Although Lu Fucheng was late today, the boss didn't say anything and the manager casually reminded him before shutting his mouth. Despite being young, Lu Fucheng had already made a name for himself among the indoor designers in s city, so it was uncertain who would be eager to partner with him in the future.

Lufucheng felt a heavy and stagnant emotion which was hard to describe. He tightly pursed his lips and organized his notes and drawings without saying a word. Only after bidding farewell to his manager did he take Song Bai and leave.

As soon as Song Bai descended the stairs, she latched onto Lu Fucheng's arm and wouldn't let go. Chengcheng, that Ji family guy is obviously a weirdo with a troubled personality. Why are rich people always so intimidating? (Note: Chengcheng is likely a nickname for Lu Fucheng)

Liu Fucheng scolded him softly, 'Why are you using foul language again?' But somehow he felt his heart relax a bit. He was afraid that Song Baixian envied the life of that young celebrity. He was selfish and couldn't give Song Bai good things, but he still feared that Song Bai would leave him for someone else. Liu Fucheng knew that this child was not the kind of person who was vain and unfeeling, but love is always timid and sensitive.

In the future, remember to stay away from people like them. Lu Fucheng held onto Song Bai's hand and gave a slight squeeze, not too light nor too heavy. Otherwise, you'll definitely suffer a loss.

Song Bai understood it well. He himself didn't like people who made him feel too oppressed. Because Song Bai was accustomed to the respect and space that Lu Fucheng gave him, as well as his gentle and caring demeanor.

Lufu Cheng accompanied Song Bai on a shopping trip, picking out numerous items to buy for him. He wanted to put everything good he saw onto Song Bai's body. Song Bai was speechless, 'Brother, you should buy a few more jackets for yourself. Your black coat is almost turning into a grey one after washing it so many times.'

Note: I have translated it in American English.

It's not as exaggerated as what Song Bai said, but indeed, Lu Fucheng spends far less on himself than he spends generously on Song Bai. He is harsh on himself in order to treat Song Bai better and better.

Don't worry about me. I'll choose the right one for myself, said Lu Fucheng with a smile. You go find a place to sit, and I'll queue up to buy you some milk tea.

Just a trendy internet celebrity tea with a loud name. Queuing for two hours is not as good as the one I made myself.” Song Bai sympathized with Lu Fucheng, but her words sounded awkwardly: Hey, don't take care of yourself like taking care of a son. Eat early, I've booked movie tickets.

Today, Song Bai felt a persistent chilly sensation running down his back. Even though strolling around with Lu Fucheng was a joyful experience, he found himself absent-minded and strangely irritated at the sound of Lu Fucheng's soft voice by his ear.

During the meal, Song Bai was able to keep his composure, but as soon as Lu Fucheng couldn't manage to pick up the doll he liked before the movie started, Song Bai's face turned cold.

Lu Facheng paints regularly all year round, and his eyes easily tire. 3D movies can really make people dizzy, and Lu Facheng feels a little headache. The popcorn movie plot was already lacking in nutrition, and coupled with how busy Lu Facheng has been recently, he actually fell asleep.

Song Bai got angry and left before the end of the movie.

As soon as Song Bai stood up, Lu Fucheng woke up with a start. He instinctively reached out to grab Song Bai, but Song Bai harshly slapped his hand away.

The audience was confused, and Lu Fucheng quickly went out to avoid disturbing others and apologized several times.

I'm sorry, A Bai... Lu Fucheng's forehead broke out in a sweat.

If you don't want to come out with me, then forget it. Don't waste the movie ticket by sleeping at home. Song Bai scowled, his tone menacing, but his eyes were full of grievances.

Liu Fucheng had gotten used to bowing down and submitting to Song Bai, but he never expected that Song Bai would be so difficult to placate this time. Liu Fucheng thought and thought, but he didn't realize that it was actually the influence of Ji Suiyun on Song Bai.

Just like how the weaker herbivores are more sensitive in detecting the danger and scent of blood coming from carnivores, Song Bai understands that as a person like him, apart from being a treasure to Lu Fucheng, there is no one else who has any ulterior motives. Yet, he still feels uncomfortable and stifled as if something is stuck in his throat.

Song Bai didn't pay attention to Lu Fucheng the whole way home, and slept with her back facing him.

Song Bai does not hold grudges overnight. After hurting someone, he would forget about it the next day and obediently have breakfast. Before leaving, he also kissed Lu Fucheng's soft lips.

The work in the shop remains the same, the only difference being that the boss received a phone call and was instructed to prepare a three-tiered banquet cake for a VIP client. All other orders have been pushed aside, and it must be made before 6 p.m. tonight.

After finishing the task, Song Bai was so exhausted that he couldn't even lift his hands. He had to ask Li Yang to do the packaging.

While Song Baibian was sitting on the side, drinking water to pass the time, he heard someone loudly exclaiming that the boss had arrived.

The boss of his company is not well-liked among the employees and often bullies others with a condescending attitude. As a result, everyone would look at him with a smile on their face, as if he were a grandparent playing with his grandchild, when he spoke to his grandson or customers nearby. Their gazes held something different than before.

Song Bai's low blood sugar made him feel a little weak. He took advantage of everyone's inattention and quickly stuffed a piece of nougat into his mouth. However, he suddenly noticed the man beside the boss and choked on the nougat, coughing uncontrollably as if his heart and lungs were being torn apart.

In an instant, everyone's attention shifted to him.

Li Yang hurriedly patted Song Bai's back, and couldn't help but quietly tease him: 'Why are you acting like you want to draw the emperor's attention by flattering the concubines? Eating, eating, eating, you have no ambition.'

Note: This translation is in American English.

Ji Su Yun brought a little girl whom Song Bai met for the first time. The little girl also noticed Song Bai and happily ran back.

Brother, I've come to take the cake.

Song Bai's heart was about to soften as he took out the remaining few nougats from his pocket and said, 'Have some candy, little sister.'

Ji Sui'an politely thanked her and then said, I'm accompanying my brother to get a cake. If it tastes good, we'll come to you for more in the future. (Translated to American English)

Song Bai's hair has turned completely white, and this doesn't even include the bonus. If he continues to rely only on himself in the future, he will surely exhaust himself to death. But at least he gained some valuable information, that the little girl is the sister of the man he has been running into frequently lately.

However, what Song Bai didn't expect was that coincidence could happen once or twice, but when it occurs too frequently, there must be ulterior motives behind it.

Ji Suiyun walked over to Song Bai, and if Song Bai were a cat, his back fur would definitely stand on end. But unexpectedly, Ji Suiyun made a turn and went to grab a cake from a spot very close to him.

Ji Su Yun's body doesn't have the typical smell of tobacco and alcohol, instead, it carries a cool and sweet sandalwood fragrance that even smells calming.

Brother, let's go. See you next time, said Ji Suian as she bid farewell to Song Bai. It was only then that Song Bai snapped out of his daze. He had been lost in thought just now. Mu Mu stood there dumbly, looking quite foolish.

Song Bai hurriedly waved to her, but he saw Ji Suiyun turn his head and give him a glance. Ji Suiyun's pupils were too black, as if they could kill, and they seemed to be carrying something heavy that hit Song Bai, making him shiver.