Chapter 213: Chapter 112 For Anitaqing Fairy Flower Fate +16 Updates
Shi Yang didn’t have dinner, and he was busy in the office, downloading many membership card discounts and design patterns from the internet, storing them in a folder to discuss with the others in the company tomorrow which plan was better. He was bustling around, working overtime alone until now.
Shi Yang took off his outer shirt and top, wearing just a vest and big shorts, standing in the kitchen, boiling water in the pot while skillfully chopping tomatoes and beating eggs.
Zhao Meimei, wearing her cartoon nightdress, stood at the kitchen door, enduring the heat waves from the kitchen, watching eagerly as Shi Yang cooked noodles, turning the tomatoes and eggs into a sauce.
Shi Yang, feeling hot, casually lifted his vest to his chest, exposing his flexible and smooth waist and abdomen. He usually sits in the office for long, having no time to exercise, resulting in no solid muscles, but his slim waist makes him seem robust and flexible.
Zhao Meimei’s gaze followed Shi Yang’s very fair skin, looking at his slightly thin, slender, and well-proportioned body, moving along the curve of his back down to his waist, where the big shorts hung on his hip bones, revealing two dimples in his lower back. The remaining nice, beautiful curves were all hidden beneath the fabric, deeply concealed, not exposing even a bulging curve.
Zhao Meimei stared blankly; suddenly, she recalled the year at the sunlit stadium when Qu Chaozong mischievously pulled down Shi Yang’s sports shorts, exposing most of his round buttocks.
A sudden thought popped into Zhao Meimei’s mind: after all these years, she wondered if Shi Yang’s buttocks were still so round and perky.
As Zhao Meimei watched, two clusters of flames rose in her eyes, her thoughts and emotions flickering, her pupils fixed on his slightly extended neck, struggling to swallow.
Just then, Shi Yang turned his head and called to Zhao Meimei, "Come and taste this. If it’s too sour, I’ll add more sugar."
Zhao Meimei quickly moved over, blowing on the spoon Shi Yang held before taking a bite.
Shi Yang asked, "Does it taste good?"
Looking at Shi Yang’s handsome smile, Zhao Meimei’s heart fluttered, entirely heartfelt, she wrapped her arms around Shi Yang’s neck without any hesitation, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed him.
In the middle of cooking, Shi Yang received a sweet kiss. He was momentarily stunned but quickly recovered, dropped the spoon in the pot, and, with a bit of roughness, hugged Zhao Meimei back, deepening the kiss.
Zhao Meimei was trembling all over. She could feel Shi Yang’s hands trembling too, his hot breath spraying on her face. Hugging her, kissing her, that burning breath seemed capable of melting her.
Shi Yang’s strength was tremendous; his arms powerful. He pressed Zhao Meimei against the wall, kissing her passionately. The layers of nascent sadness in his heart suddenly crumbled, the barren grassland in his heart was brushed by the spring breeze, suddenly growing lush and green.
The two kissed passionately for a long time, pressed closely together like whispers. Shi Yang kissed Zhao Meimei’s lips, again and again, asking, "Why did you suddenly kiss me?"
Zhao Meimei panted heavily, "I, I was just overwhelmed by your charm."
Shi Yang squinted with pride, "What exactly are you charmed by?"
Zhao Meimei’s tone was like a tease, "Face, chest, buttocks, long legs, I’m charmed by everything."
Shi Yang burst into laughter, "Hahaha."
Feeling a bit shy after teasing him, Zhao Meimei said, "Hey, brother! Don’t laugh at me!"
She rubbed her face into Shi Yang’s neck, snuggling closely in front of his face, curling herself in his arms, embracing him in the most intimate way.
Shi Yang and Zhao Meimei held and kissed each other sweetly, and any thoughts and resentment in their hearts dispersed like smoke. He realized how silly it was to be upset over the few years’ age difference, as if he had reverted to a kindergarten-level childishness, it was embarrassing.
Zhao Meimei’s mouth subtly twitched, looking at the tender and honeyed smile on Shi Yang’s face, unable to hide her satisfied and proud thoughts, the two looked at each other, feeling particularly sweet at heart.
The well-prepared tomato and egg noodles ended up being tomato noodle soup, but fortunately, love makes up for it. Sitting across from each other, Zhao Meimei and Shi Yang each held a bowl, scooping and drinking with a spoon.
Zhao Meimei wasn’t really hungry, after a few bites, she lost her appetite, not in a hurry to return to the bedroom to write homework, looked at Shi Yang with a smile as he finished his bowl and then cleared Zhao Meimei’s leftovers into his stomach.
Shi Yang raised an eyebrow, "Is there something on my face? You keep staring at me."
Zhao Meimei said in a slightly coquettish tone, "Brother, will you hold me to sleep tonight?"
Shi Yang readily agreed, "Sure, then you go finish your homework quickly, I’ll clean up and then come with you."
Happy, Zhao Meimei stood up, content, and went back to her room to do her homework.
Afterwards, Shi Yang took the used bowls and chopsticks to the kitchen, started washing the dishes and tidying up. Just after he had finished organizing the kitchenware, his phone rang.
Shi Yang grabbed a tissue to wipe his hands and quickly headed back to the living room; the call was from Wang Tianyu.
Standing by the sofa, Shi Yang answered the phone, "Hello, Tianyu."
Wang Tianyu’s voice was a bit hoarse, revealing a hint of fatigue, "Hey, Mr. Shi, you haven’t slept yet, right?"
Glancing at the wall clock, Shi Yang realized it was already half past ten.
Shi Yang: "Just finished eating, how about you?"
Wang Tianyu chuckled, "I just got home. I was worried you’d be asleep, so I called you first."
Hearing this, Shi Yang knew that things had taken a turn and asked, "Did they finally budge?"
Wang Tianyu’s laughter was filled with spirited pride, "It seems our money wasn’t spent in vain. We’ve secured a spot on the main street right next to the shoe mall, two floors; we can implement President Mu’s plan with sales on the first floor and a photography studio on the second. Plus, half of the second floor can be set aside as a temporary storage warehouse."
Shi Yang praised, "Beautifully done. You handle the rent negotiations."
Wang Tianyu paused, surprised, and asked, "Mr. Shi, you’re not coming over?"
Shi Yang: "No, Meimei’s final exams are coming up soon, I’m staying home with her."
Wang Tianyu teased, "No wonder Brother Chao always says you’re just raising a wife; you’re really attentive to Meimei."
Shi Yang coolly replied, "I’m indeed raising a wife, how could I not be attentive? Alright, it’s late, get some rest, you’ve worked hard these past few days."
Holding the phone with the disconnected line, Wang Tianyu didn’t put it down for a long time, pondering over Shi Yang’s phrase ’raising a wife’. He couldn’t quite put his finger on why, but felt the underlying meaning wasn’t how he used to perceive it.
Unaware of Wang Tianyu’s musings about him, Shi Yang ended the call, took a quick shower, then donned clean vests and shorts and headed to Zhao Meimei’s bedroom.