Chapter 118: Yujie, I Really Didn't Play the Hooligan!

What's wrong?

Su Manyao was held in Jiang Cheng's arms, leaning on his shoulder, she lifted her head and asked him.

Jiang Cheng rubbed his nose and said, "I don't know, forget it, let's keep watching TV."

After a while, Su Manyao lifted her head again and looked at Jiang Cheng.

Seeing Jiang Cheng staring at the TV without blinking.

Su Manyao said: "Hand."

"Oh, sorry." Jiang Cheng said seriously, then quietly pulled his hand back.

After the cold war, his and Yujie's relationship not only didn't grow distant, but actually improved.

At least just now, after he came back, Yujie happened to be at home.

He just went over, fumbled around for a while, and actually got embraced!

But that's all.

Jiang Cheng tried it; if he wanted to make any move with his hand, at most it could last a few seconds, and Yujie might pretend not to notice him.

But if it lasted a few seconds longer,

then Yujie would catch his salty pig hand!

"Si Ling will come later, you're not allowed to touch me." Su Manyao said with a cold expression.

Si Ling is Su Manyao's best friend, and Jiang Cheng already knew that.

He nodded and said okay.

People like Yujie with that aloof personality actually care a lot about face.

Having her be with a guy younger than herself is already somewhat difficult.

When meeting her best friend for the first time, she will definitely be a bit reserved.

Jiang Cheng could understand, so he didn't ask further and just agreed.

Take it slow, don't rush.

For example, now.

The hand around her waist tightened a little, and his nasal passages were filled with Yujie's faint fragrance.

If the students from the Music Department saw this,

would they faint on the spot?

would they be so envious they'd go crazy?

Jiang Cheng thought it felt not bad, but if he wanted to experience that pleasure now, Yujie would definitely not be happy.

Likewise, don't rush!

Many things have to be done step by step.

After a while, Su Manyao's arm seemed to touch something; she lifted her head and gave Jiang Cheng a doubtful look, seeing Jiang Cheng staring at the TV without blinking.

She reached out doubtfully and grabbed.

That grab left Su Manyao stunned.

Jiang Cheng sucked in a breath of cold air, widened his eyes at the TV, and said nothing.

Jiang Cheng!

Su Manyao pushed Jiang Cheng away, sat up straight, and her big eyes stared at him:

"You said you wouldn't play the hooligan, but you didn't keep your word!"

Jiang Cheng's face turned bitter as he said, "Really, it's not me playing the hooligan; it's just how it is, okay? If you don't believe me, go search online!"

Su Manyao said: "I won't search, I don't believe it!"

"Really, if you search you'll know."

Jiang Cheng, hunched over, explained.

Su Manyao angrily said: "I don't believe it, show me!"

Can this be watched?

No way!

Jiang Cheng stood up and ran, wearing only one slipper, the other not on, heading for the restroom.

Seeing Jiang Cheng run, Su Manyao rolled her eyes, pursed her lips, and let out a cold snort.

……

The two of them cuddled on the sofa watching TV for a while; time was about up, and Jiang Cheng had Su Manyao call the property management to deliver some ingredients upstairs.

Speaking of which, the property management here is quite convenient; the delivered ingredients are fresh that day, they're on 24-hour call, and basically for daily necessities, if the property supermarket doesn't have them, they'll try to buy them outside.

Not long after, the property management called.

"Hello?" Su Manyao leaned against Jiang Cheng like a lazy kitten, picked up the phone, and answered.

Her other hand was playing with her own toes, not knowing whether she was looking at her nail art or something else.

Jiang Cheng heard the property management staff say over the phone:

"Hello, I'm very sorry, it's currently busy, the items you need are ready but may be delayed by 10 minutes. If you urgently need them, if convenient, you can pick them up at the property office."

"Okay, I know."

Su Manyao replied and then hung up.

Then she lifted her head and told Jiang Cheng, "The property people said delivery will take a bit more time, or you could go get it yourself."

Jiang Cheng had actually already heard what the property person just said.

He nodded and said, "I'll go get it myself."

Saying that, he got up and stretched, then realized something was off and quietly bent over.

It's mainly Su Manyao's close friend Si Ling, who just called to say she has set off.

Jiang Cheng wasn't worried at all; after her friend arrived, the preparations weren't done.

!

It's not that urgent.

What he's worried about is his own condition; he feels like his body is on fire.

He can't even stand straight.

So he plans to go downstairs to get things and also clear his head a bit.

So Jiang Cheng changed his shoes, went out, took the elevator to the first floor, and headed toward the property office.

Su Manyao had already told him the property office was in Building 8.

The community's signs are clear, so Jiang Cheng can easily find it.

But just as he stepped out of the elevator, he met a woman with yellow short hair at the doorway.

The woman had fair skin, big eyes, noticeable lipstick, and short hair that made her look fresh and unworldly.

Jiang Cheng noticed her because, as he lifted his head, he saw the woman staring at his hand.

Then she bounced over and jumped right in front of him.

"Handsome guy, can we add each other's contact?"

Jiang Cheng didn't react at first.

He thought, "Are the girls in this community really that bold?"

"Forget it, I don't have my phone on me," Jiang Cheng said.

The woman looks about twenty-five, older than him.

That's not the point; the point is, just moments ago he was holding Yujie, and now downstairs he's supposed to add another woman's contact?

But as soon as he finished speaking,

the woman's hands were quick—she snatched his phone straight from his pocket.

"Little brother, you actually lied—don't you want to add the older sister?"

Jiang Cheng felt helpless; he couldn't just fall out with her like that.

So he exchanged contact information with the young lady.

Then he went to the property office to pick up the items he had bought earlier.

After giving his phone's last digits, the property staff retrieved his items from a cabinet and brought them to the front desk.

Because Su Manyao had called the property office to have the items delivered, Jiang Cheng sat nearby and didn't see her pay.

So he still held his phone, asking the property office where to scan and pay.

The front desk lady smiled and said, "Sir, we don't collect payment; it will be deducted from each household's living funds."

That's quite high-end?

Jiang Cheng really didn't know such a service existed—indeed, the wealthy live differently.

No wonder—outside, almost everyone wants to make big money; the things the rich enjoy really are different.

The things he had brought up arrived.

He already knew the fingerprint and password for the door lock at home.

So he opened the door with his fingerprint, placed the items on the cabinet, and began changing his shoes.

But he heard Su Manyao's voice.

So he lifted his head to look, and Jiang Cheng froze.

He saw two women sitting on the sofa: one was Su Manyao, the other the yellow‑haired girl!

(End of chapter)