Chapter 270: Chapter 270: Haste Makes Waste
Afterwards, he quietly took a look and finally realized it was his late-night Weibo post that had caused the stir.
He felt not the least bit displeased, and even a hint of happiness.
At the very least, everyone who saw this Weibo now knows he’s a taken man. Probably the folks at home are still unaware; otherwise, things wouldn’t have been so calm.
With a slight curve at the corner of his mouth, he continued to upload the photos he had just taken to Weibo, adding ’traces of love’. The pictures still didn’t reveal the heroine’s face.
Having done all this, he promptly turned off his phone; as for the impending gossip from the outside world, it had nothing to do with him now.
Lin Mubai, in a very good mood after turning off the phone, walked into the bathroom in the room, ready to freshen up a bit. Whatever uproar might occur outside wasn’t his concern at the moment.
But those consequences, he could easily predict. It was nothing more than getting back on the top of the Weibo search headlines again.
Lin Mubai woke up the next day amidst a bout of pain.
An Nan landed a heavy punch on his belly, face filled with anger: "Explain, why are you here?"
This guy was really sly; he actually climbed into her bed while she was asleep without her permission. It was really too much. The more An Nan thought about it, the angrier she became. In the next moment of surprise to her opponent, she landed a direct kick.
Still a bit groggy, Lin Mubai woke up completely this time. Already prone to waking up grumpy, he forgot to control his temper this time and snapped back: "Why do you have to kick me out of bed?"
Still asking her why, can this man be any more shameless?
An Nan furiously got out of bed and went to the man sitting on the ground, speaking disdainfully: "Tonight, I’ll definitely remember to lock the door. If you want another time, you’re dreaming."
With those words, she turned and walked into the bathroom.
Still sitting on the ground, Lin Mubai pouted innocently: "Come on, it’s just a cuddle and sleep, what’s the big deal."
Because of the morning incident, An Nan gave no one a good face all morning, which made Lin Mubai begin to worry.
In the kitchen: "Nannan, pay attention to me!"
On the living room balcony: "Nannan, I’m sorry!"
On the living room sofa: "Nannan, have a glass of juice to cool off."
Outside the bathroom door in the living room: "Nannan, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, can you please stop being angry?"
From start to finish, Lin Mubai just couldn’t bring himself to promise: "There will never be a next time."
In his viewpoint, only a fool would make such a promise. It’s his exclusive privilege, making such a promise would be like shooting himself in the foot.
And An Nan’s response was like this.
In the kitchen: ignored him, walked past.
On the living room balcony: intensely focused on reading the book in her hand, pretended not to see, put on earphones when it got too noisy, blocking out all external noise.
On the sofa in the living room: At her wit’s end, An Nan finally shouted one word at the man pestering her: "Get out."
Outside the bathroom door in the living room: Inside the bathroom, An Nan rolled her eyes, seemingly muttering to herself: "Haven’t worked in a long time."
This remark was truly a silent killer, the kind that kills without being seen.
Lin Mubai retreated dejectedly to the sofa in the living room.
An Jiayou, sitting nearby, looked at him in this state, shook his head helplessly and said: "You can’t rush things."
When speaking, his eyes didn’t move away from the iPad in front of him at all.