Chapter 9

Inside the room, Bai Shuruo looked at Han Yangting lying on the bed.

As she took off his shoes, she muttered to herself, "If you can't handle your liquor, why did you have to drink so much?"

Hearing this, Han Yangting couldn't help but roll over.

What kind of lousy ideas did those two bad influences, Ling Feng and Ni Xianglei, come up with?

Now, not only did she mistake him for a drunkard, but a drunkard who couldn't hold his liquor at that!

Bai Shuruo took off his shoes, thinking about how her sister looked when she was drunk.

Her sister would vomit and act crazy when drunk, but Han Yangting seemed different; he was quite quiet.

Forget it, she would go get a basin and bring it in; if he wanted to vomit, he could do it in the basin, and if he didn't, it didn't matter, as they didn't live in the same room anyway, and there was a cleaner to handle the mess.

Her sister had said that one shouldn't worry too much about a drunk person; people must be responsible for their own actions, and if someone were taken care of every time they got drunk, they would only become more reckless.

Bai Shuruo knew that her sister didn't want to be left alone; she just only wanted to be taken care of by the person in her heart.

As for Han Yangting, he was probably the same.

Thinking of this, Bai Shuruo closed the door and returned to her room.

After hearing the "click" of the door closing, Han Yangting on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

Was that it?

What happened to the promise that she would undress him?

And after undressing him, wouldn't she carefully wipe his body down?

Then, he could pretend to be half-drunk and take the opportunity to pull her into his arms.

He must have been blinded by greed to listen to Ling Feng and Ni Xianglei!

Some "expert in love," what nonsense!

……

Bai Shuruo slept until the sun was high in the sky.

When she woke up, she remembered that Han Yangting was drunk last night; she wondered how he was doing now? Should she cook him some noodles?

Thinking of this, she hurriedly climbed out of bed.

However, when she passed the gym on her way out, she saw that he was already doing his morning workout.

The gym was by the window, and the first rays of the morning sun spilled in, shining on his bulging muscles, which were covered in dense beads of sweat, and since he was only wearing a tight tank top and training shorts, his physique was even better than that of foreign male models.

She stared blankly at this scene.

Han Yangting knew Bai Shuruo had come out, but he pretended not to see her.

The impression he left on her last night was truly too poor; he had to make up for it with a workout today.

It would be best if she could say what Ling Feng suggested: "Brother Han, can I touch your muscles?"

Finally, she spoke up: "Brother Han..."

Han Yangting's heart jolted; he turned his head to look, pretending to be indifferent as he asked, "Is something the matter?"

If you want to touch, then come over here.

But she asked: "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat some noodles?"

Han Yangting felt disappointed.

"I can eat."

Then he continued lifting weights, increasing his usual 80-kilogram press to 90 kilograms.

Seeing his indifferent attitude, Bai Shuruo also felt a bit disappointed.

As expected, he still preferred men more; as for her, it was nothing more than responsibility and obligation.

She went to the kitchen to cook noodles.

There were many ingredients in the kitchen; Han Yangting had someone deliver groceries via an app every day, so the refrigerator was full every day, and whatever she wanted to eat was there.

But Bai Shuruo's culinary skills were limited; she only knew how to make simple scallion oil noodles and tomato egg noodles.

She had heard that people who worked out should eat more eggs to supplement protein, so she added eight eggs to his bowl of noodles.

After Han Yangting finished his workout and took a shower, when he came over, he saw two bowls of tomato egg noodles on the dining table, one large and one small; the large bowl didn't have many noodles, but the fried eggs were piled high, sprinkled with a layer of scallions, looking like a small grave mound, with the scallions being the grass on the grave.

Bai Shuruo stood by the table, blinking her big eyes as she said: "Brother Han, my cooking... isn't particularly good, please make do with it, and also, I don't like eating fried eggs, so all these eggs are yours."

Han Yangting sat down and picked up his chopsticks.

Since his little wife made it, he certainly couldn't complain.

Bai Shuruo also sat down and picked up her chopsticks to eat her noodles, watching his reaction as she ate.

He had to start eating from the fried egg on the very top, one, two, three...

He was eating with great difficulty.

"How does it taste?" Bai Shuruo couldn't help but ask.

Han Yangting nodded: "It's alright."

She let out a sigh of relief; "alright" meant it was pretty good.

Han Yangting asked her while eating: "I was drunk last night, I didn't scare you, did I?"

"No," Bai Shuruo said: "Although you were drunk last night, you were very quiet and didn't act crazy."

"Those two friends of mine didn't scare you, did they?" he asked again.

Bai Shuruo shook her head: "No, they left in a hurry, and I don't really have any impression of them anymore."

"Hmm," Han Yangting felt a bit more relaxed.

"Brother Han, do you... get drunk often?" Bai Shuruo asked again.

Han Yangting immediately said: "No, I only get drunk once every few years; the reason was that my friend knew I was married and forced me to drink to celebrate, and at the time I was alone and you weren't by my side, so I was helpless."

Bai Shuruo felt guilty now.

So Brother Han was not some drunkard; he only drank because of the wedding. If she were there, she could have shielded him or found an excuse to make him drink less.

Bai Shuruo said, "Then in the future... if you have friends coming over, call me."

Han Yangting nodded.

Then he continued eating the eggs.

Finally, he reached the last one.

Bai Shuruo's phone rang at this moment.

She was usually in the habit of keeping her phone on silent, but because she had been waiting for a notification from CG for the past two days, she had turned the volume on.

She went to answer the phone, and after only two sentences, she became excited: "... Yes, I am Bai Shuruo... Really? I can start work the day after tomorrow? Mm-hmm, I will definitely be there on time..."

After hanging up, she looked at Han Yangting excitedly: "CG notified me that I can start my internship the day after tomorrow!"

Han Yangting said, "Congratulations."

Bai Shuruo became nervous again: "It's my first day of work, and I don't know what I should pay attention to."

Han Yangting was about to speak, but Bai Shuruo had already dialed her sister Bai Shunan.

In this situation, it was better to ask her sister for advice; her sister was a white-collar professional with six or seven years of work experience.

Han Yangting displeasedly set down his bowl and chopsticks.

Bai Shuruo chatted with Bai Shunan for a while, saying "Mm-hmm" from time to time, listening especially carefully.

Bai Shunan said that once you start working, it is best to wear makeup, or at the very least apply some lipstick; this is a sign of respect in interpersonal interactions.

You should also buy a few outfits in a professional style; you can no longer wear school-style clothes every day. They should be a bit more professional, though of course, they shouldn't be too old-fashioned either.

Of course, the most important point is to have a positive attitude. You are going to work, and at work, you must be diligent and conscientious, bearing any burden without complaint; if you aren't proactive in your work, it doesn't matter what you wear.

Bai Shuruo noted everything down one by one.

She had always listened to her sister the most.

After talking for a long time, Bai Shunan felt that her younger sister was a little silly and hadn't studied how to dress, so she simply said, "How about this: wait for me at the Shangmao Building in the evening, and I'll take you to buy clothes after I get off work."

"But the money..."

"I know you won't take money from me, so just consider it a loan; you can pay me back once you have your salary from work."

Bai Shuruo said happily, "Sister is the best."

Han Yangting, off to the side, took out his phone, opened WeChat, and sent two messages.