All The Male Leads Have Blackened

Chapter 28.3: Little Youngster X Flirtatious Girl (13)

Cen Simiao took a glance at An Zeru.

And finally, their cold war was over.

He no longer had to stay out overnight anymore, but once it was time to sleep, he would set up bedding on the floor. In any case, he just wouldn't sleep in the room right there next to him, nor would he touch the sofa either. Cen Simiao also didn't stop him. He had the house tidied up in perfect order, and he also seemed to have gotten better at taking hints.

As soon as dinner finishes, he would very sensibly go get the fruits, then washed them cleanly before handing them over to her - which he wouldn't eat even a bite of.

Then there was a document that had been placed on the table, which she later couldn't find. She was very impatient about it and mumbled a few words about how she had already told him before not to touch it when cleaning the house. An Zeru didn't say a word, and just silently went to look for it. In the end, it was found on top of the bedside table, she had forgotten it there.

With this, Cen Simiao began to consider whether she should use it as an excuse to get off the stage.

[T/N: in this case, it implies smoothing things over. Essentially, reconcile.]

But then one day, An Zeru was washing fruits in the kitchen when she also went in to get something, and she surprisingly saw him scarfing down fruits in big mouthfuls before secretly tossing the remaining peels into the trash can.

So later on, a certain idea grew in her mind. She firmly memorized where she left a certain document, but then the following day, she again couldn't find it. In the end, it was again An Zeru who silently found it.

Ha ha.

But because of the recent suspicions, she should still have someone accompanying her on the road to the company, so An Zeru would very obediently walk next to her but not daring to hold her hands at all.

One day, Cen Simiao felt a little thirsty on the way and wanted to buy a bottle of water at the convenience store. But as soon as she opened her mouth, An Zeru had already gone in.

She kneaded her glabella and just waited outside.

Then suddenly, she felt that someone was approaching, so Cen Simiao gave way, assuming that she was in the other's path. Unexpectedly, the other person actually stopped. She raised her eyes and found that it was Gu Yu who was standing there.

He seemed as if he couldn't quite will himself to put on the right expression, but still deliberately tried to wear a flattering smile. Gu Yu's mother had the intention of getting revenge, but, realistically, even if it succeeded, what good would it be? It would've been better for him to just lower himself and try coaxing the other, that may well be more effective.

Dryly, Gu Yu opened his mouth and started to speak, his voice no longer had its previous gentle warmth, "Xichen, you... Have you been well?"

She raised her eyes. "Been okay."

Gu Yu pursed his lips, then as soon as he was about to speak again, he heard someone say in a bad tone, "How can you be so similar to dog skin plaster? Already sticking before being touched."

[T/N: it's a medicinal plaster (I'm taking it with a grain of salt whether it's real dog or not in history, but obviously not in modern times) known for being super difficult to remove once plastered onto one's skin.]

An Zeru came over with two drinks in hand. His face was ugly while his eyes were also full of sarcasm. "We're not that familiar with you."

He then also turned his head to look at her. "What were you talking about with this one?"

Cen Simiao frowned and opened her mouth, but then he heard him say with great fury before she had the chance to reply, "No need to speak."

Her temper was about to reveal itself when he stuffed the drinks into her hands before picking her up horizontally. An Zeru then bid a farewell with a superficial smile, "We'll head home first."

Walking past Gu Yu, An Zeru didn't spare the other a glance.

Gu Yu clenched his fist tight as the hatred in his eyes became stronger. His mother's words appeared in his mind: even if we are to die, we should still take a bite out of her before dying.

The door opened, and Cen Simiao was lowered until her feet touched the floor. But as she was wearing heels, with the sudden change, she wasn't able to stand very stably and ended up spilling the drinks all over the floor. She felt rather unhappy in her heart. "Everything was just fine, what are you going off about this time? It's not as if you don't know the situation between me and him."

An Zeru raised his chin. "Even if I knew, I can't be jealous? At the beginning, you had hinted right in front of me that you would be willing to break up with me for him."

Cen Simiao turned around to ignore him.

But her arm got caught, and she was hugged from behind. Next to her ear was his deep voice: "Did you think I would be magnanimous to a person who thought about you every day in their heart?"

Cen Simiao was out of breath by his hug and began to struggle but to no avail. Just as she was about to shout, he suddenly loosened his hold on her waist.

Hearing the sound of the belt buckle being unfastened, she turned back and just happened to catch a glance of his abs before she was pushed backward.

She fell onto the sofa with his roasting-hot hands still on her waist.

In her ears was his heavy breathing and his shameless words: "If one does something wrong, then they must be punished. I can't bear to have you kneel on a washboard, then you'll just have to kneel here."

She trembled as she continued to struggle.

Suddenly, her b*tt was slapped. "Kneel properly."

Cen Simiao was completely suppressed. She gritted her teeth. "So despicable."

[T/N: the raws could also have meant 'petty'. There's just not enough information...]

Yet she could only hear his deep chuckle. "I've been thinking about it for a long time. Just blame yourself for giving me the excuse."