All The Male Leads Have Blackened

Chapter 22.3: Little Youngster X Flirtatious Girl (7)

But then he heard her say, “You’ve already been here for so long, you still didn’t know about this?”

The next morning, An Zeru got up early and rode his motorcycle to a faraway breakfast shop to buy the breakfast items on the list he was given. His facial expression was incredibly ugly.

He had always been a person who was able to stay up late but can’t get up early, and recently, it was already his limit in getting up early to get to work. Yet, Cen Simiao just had to toss him around like this with her tasks. But there were little people on the road at this time, so he didn’t run into any traffic jams.

He yawned as he walked into the office. Putting down the breakfast items, he looked up, only to find that no one was there.

He frowned and made a call.

Cen Simiao was lying in bed, staring at her phone, waiting for it to hurry up and ring. Suddenly, the ringtone shattered the quietness in the air. The corners of her lips curved and she intentionally made sure she sounded as if she was awakened by the phone, “Who is it, what’s the matter?”

An Zeru was stifled, “You had me get up so early in the morning to buy you breakfast, yet you’re actually still sleeping at home!?”

She tugged at the duvet and felt a little aggrieved. She was awake since five o’clock, afraid that An Zeru would call, but she didn’t manage to pick up, “I’ve already told Li-jie that I would come late this morning, then work overtime for her.”

The voice on the other end of the phone went up a few degrees, “Then why didn’t you f*ck*ing tell me?”

Cen Simiao: “Then why didn’t you know to investigate? Don’t you know that you should do you research the background of what you have to do before you start your work?”

The other side just dropped the call.

Cen Simiao sighed. She really hoped that An Zeru would do more research and investigations before investing in projects in the future, that way, it would have been worth her getting up at five o’clock.

The few days following, An Zeru never once had a good expression when in front of Cen Cimiao. Breakfast was still bought as usual, and he still diligently cleaned the office; it was just that the shadows around his eyes grew deeper and deeper.

He gritted his teeth and persisted through this harrowing period. Wait until he becomes an official employee, see how he won’t toss her around back!

As a result, just two days later, the phone rang at 4 a.m. He was a little dazed, “Who is it?”

Cen Simiao said on the other side, “I’m already at the company. Where’s the breakfast you bought?”

An Zeru: “You f*ck*ng went to work at four o’clock? Who are you? Kobe? Where would I be able to buy you breakfast this early in the morning?”

[T/N: Apparently Kobe Bryant wakes up at 4 to work out.]

The other side was in no hurry, “You can figure it out yourself.”

And so, this was An Zeru’s first time in the kitchen, even though he was already so old. He sneakily made some rice porridge with the pressure cooker using the steps he found on the internet. He couldn’t bear to embarrass himself by asking the auntie. The fact that he got up so early in order to send someone breakfast, if others knew about it, did he still want to live? So embarrassing…

[T/N: this auntie here is the household staff that takes care of the meals.]

Cen Simiao’s working hours became extremely irregular. So An Zeru began to ask her when she would get to work every day, but he only got a response of two words: not sure.

This caused him, when he gets home in the evening, to sit cross-legged on the bed, pulling his hair and pondering when Cen Simiao would start work the next day.

At first, he would guess incorrectly quite often. But after several misses, he finally figured out some trick and managed to keep up with Cen Simiao’s rhythm most of the time.

The only side effect was that it left him very sleepy, listless, and no energy to bicker with Cen Simiao. Every day, after cleaning, he would just want to fall onto the sofa and sleep.

After all, it was enough for him to just muddle through this period of time. So he may as well write himself off as hopeless and act recklessly.

As he was about to sit on the sofa, he heard Cen Simiao call him. An Zeru rubbed his eyes as he slowly walked towards the front of her desk and yawned.

Cen Simiao held the pen in her hand as she raised her eyes to look at him, “Why are you so tired, didn’t rest well at night?”

An Zeru’s heart had a sudden burst of anger and was just about to yell, but then he pursed his lips, lowered his head, and didn’t actually speak. He yawned again, incredibly sleepy.

Then he heard her say, “You have been here for a while, so it’s about time for me to teach you some things. I sketched a design these past few days, you can have a look.”

An Zeru wanted to open his mouth and mock her with a few words, but he didn’t really have the energy. He raised his eyelids and wanted to just take a cursory glance, but he was unexpectedly stunned. His eyes became serious while his previous sleepy appearance disappeared in an instant.

His expression became rather stern, while the unruliness that was typically between his brows was also replaced by a deep focus. He just stared at the sketch on the table with the utmost concentration. And the suit he wore, at this moment, exuded a different flavor.

An Zeru’s technique and skill were never a problem but design was a weak point of his, and he has been trying to make up for it. While he has made a lot of progress, and there had been praises in the industry, but he was still dissatisfied.

Cen Simiao’s eyelashes lowered and felt guilty. This was with the help of the system. Just as she was about to clear her throat, she heard his tone lowered, “This is your work?”

She raised her eyes and met his, which were full of earnest and enthusiasm.

Cen Simiao pursed her lips and picked up her coffee. The cloying sweetness slid past her throat, but she didn’t feel as repulsed by it as before. Her eyes curved, and she placed the cup back in front of her, “Don’t keep staying in your daze. Go get me another cup.”

An Zeru hadn’t had a good rest, so his brain wasn’t functioning very well. Reflexively as if conditioned, he picked up the cup and comment, “There are a lot of people in the lounge at this time, you’ll have to wait a bit.”

His mind only came back after he had turned around.

And so he suddenly frowned and looked towards Cen Simiao. She was leaning against the chair with a smile in her eyes as she looked back at him. An Zeru scowled, “What are you looking at me for?”

Cen Simiao chin was slightly raised, and while still staring at him, her eyebrows quirked up. An Zeru’s brows deeply furrowed, he lowered his head and looked particularly unhappy. He took a glance at her but quickly twisted his head to the other side in unease.