Chapter 199

"Oh?"

Zhou Yi's smile grew brighter, and Sun Yanzi's expression grew more strained. But since it concerned her "dignity," she felt she still had to struggle a little longer.

For example, flat-out denial.

Besides, none of those boxes had labels.

"By the way, your trash can is pretty impressive—where did you buy it? Get me two too. It automatically cleans up kitchen waste—I didn't even see a single fish scale."

The pink rabbit-fur slippers on her feet gave the man two light kicks. Since her cover was already blown, Sun Yanzi puffed out her cheeks: "Singaporean alien tech. Pay me, and I'll ship you a few."

"Didn't you say the floor's cold? Then why are you still sitting?"

"Just finished cooking—my internal fire's high. Need to cool down."

Zhou Yi finally couldn't hold it in and laughed out loud: "Should I get someone to buy you two bottles of authentic Cantonese cooling tea?"

"Thanks a lot."

Sun Yanzi's lips twitched upward for an instant—she was barely holding herself together—but she forced them back down with immense self-control: "Fine, I admit it—all half-finished products. But how did you find out?"

"I didn't find out. I just went to get rice."

"Don't give me that."

Sun Yanzi sprang up from the floor, frantically patting invisible dust off her backside, and sneered: "I just didn't have time, so I asked Chen Zeshan to buy them for me. Otherwise, I'd have taken you out to eat."

"Oh."

Zhou Yi, unconvinced, smiled and rotated the porcelain bowl in his hand: "I believe you."

"If you'd told me you had work today, I wouldn't have cooked for you at home." Sun Yanzi shifted tactics, eyes darting as she struck first: "You didn't say a word."

Zhou Yi, facing away to serve himself rice, waved his hand without turning back: "I really didn't have work today."

"Oh, I believe you."

Sun Yanzi tapped her shoe against the tile floor and threw his words right back: "Chen Zeshan told me everything."

"Chen Zeshan isn't my agent. You'd believe me more if I claimed I was Qin Shi Huang."

Zhou Yi, utterly without guilt, carried two bowls of rice out of the kitchen, smiled, and handed one to her, raising an eyebrow: "Maybe if I'm in a good mood, I'll grant you a few thousand troops—you can lead them into battle as a female general."

"…"

Sun Yanzi, who had been trying hard to keep a straight face, completely broke. Her attempt to suppress a smile under the bright lights made her look dazzling: "A female general with only a few thousand troops?"

"How many more do you want? Give you too many, and I'm afraid you'll rebel."

"Tsk. Your fans call you 'Emperor Yi' a couple times, and you really start acting like one? Ancient emperors had three palaces, six courtyards, seventy-two concubines."

"Don't rush. I haven't ascended the throne yet. Once I do, I'll have them."

Sun Yanzi sighed with amusement, shaking her head helplessly: "Your skin is the thickest I've ever seen in my entire life." She walked to the fridge and pulled out two drinks—

One cola, one Sprite.

Each bore the half-body portraits of the two as endorsers.

"Here. May your English single blow up in Japan—dominate the charts." Sun Yanzi popped open the cola, sat down, and tossed the Sprite to Zhou Yi.

"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival."

Zhou Yi merely chuckled softly, pried open his lid, raised his bottle to hers: "If you're still not happy, I can't help it."

"You specifically canceled work just to see if I was happy?"

In the instant after the clink of bottles, their eyes met. Sun Yanzi propped her elbows on the table, leaned forward with a grin: "You really did?"

"I was afraid you'd kill yourself and drag me down with you."

Zhou Yi, chewing fish meat, uttered words colder than a Da Runfa freezer: "I'm about to soar to greatness."

Sun Yanzi burst out laughing and cursed: "Get lost—I'm fine! Why would I kill myself? Don't you know how happy my stress-relief methods are?"

"How happy?" The man raised his gaze.

Sun Yanzi set down the cola, burped, met his eyes directly, and smiled with a teasing glint: "You can't even imagine how happy."

"For example?"

"Cutting my hair. Singing."

Sun Yanzi, chewing rice, looked utterly content: "If I hadn't been cooking for you today, I'd have gone to karaoke. Wu Bai's songs? So stress-relieving."

Zhou Yi ladled himself a bowl of chicken soup and gestured: "Tell me exactly how it relieves stress—I'm listening."

Instantly energized, Sun Yanzi sat up straight, struck a few martial arts poses she'd learned from dramas, sank her Qi into her dantian: "Let~me~take~your~heart~away~"

"Cough! Cough!"

Zhou Yi nearly choked on his soup, coughing violently. Sun Yanzi handed him tissues while cackling: "How's that? Tell me—isn't that way more stress-relieving?"

Sun Yanzi's imitation of Wu Bai's singing voice was truly hypnotic.

Zhou Yi took the tissues, wiped his mouth, looked at Sun Yanzi's radiant smile, pressed his tongue against his teeth, and shook his head: "Still not enough. You're missing one thing."

"Missing one thing? What?"

"A fan."

At that moment, Zhou Yi's gaze drifted to the fan sitting in the living room. He got up, brought it over, and turned it to max speed—

A gust of cool wind blasted her, nearly forcing her eyes shut, her short hair whipping wildly!

"What are you doing?"

"Teaching you how to sing Wu Bai for stress relief."

Zhou Yi, a chicken bone dangling from his mouth, stood before the fan, pretending to hold an invisible guitar, eyes closed: "Watch closely. I'll only show you once."

"Let~me~take~your~heart~away~"

"…"

6.

Sun Yanzi, having picked up many of Zhou Yi's odd phrases by his side, widened her eyes in shock—his unrestrained singing had genuinely stunned her.

But honestly, that electric fan seems to be the real essence?

Feeling an itch in her heart, Sun Yanzi stood up and shooed him away: "Your hair isn't long enough; you need hair of my length, do you understand? Watch me, watch me. You keep the beat for me."

Never expecting that her short hair would actually produce a Wu Bai effect in front of the electric fan, Sun Yanzi bared her teeth and laughed like Lady Gaga. She stepped onto a chair, held her left hand like a guitar, and hooked her right hand toward Zhou Yi's chin, mimicking Wu Bai's tone: "Come sing with me!

"Let me pluck your heart out, try to slowly melt it

"See if I am still flawless in your heart

Singing, Sun Yanzi looked down at Zhou Yi's eyes, singing in her mouth: "Do you still care for me thread by thread, still love me so I can't pull myself away

"Is there a place in your heart I've never been to~"

PS: The two scheduled chapters of stored drafts are done; tomorrow I can bring over the three translated chapters.

How about this scheduled time!

PS2: I'm still uploading a video of Sun Yanzi singing Wu Bai's songs and laughing like Lady Gaga; it should pass review tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)