You Are Deep in The Stars - Chapter 52

In another city, the weather was very sunny. It was so beautifully bright that even a hot and fashionable young man like Mr. Wang wanted to imitate a retired old man and go to the park to bask in the sun. So, he was in a good mood and called his little roommate.

“No, I had to work overtime.” Liu Chunchun plugged in his earphones, flipping through documents with one hand and sliding the mouse with the other. “I might not get off work until 10:30 p.m.”

Wang Yuanchen was predictably dissatisfied. “Why do you have to work overtime every day?”

Liu Chunchun answered honestly, because he had already taken a day off that week, and Brother Bai had negotiated a new contract. When he came back, things would only become more complicated, plus—

Before he finished speaking, an impatient “beep” came from the phone.

Liu Chunchun felt a little depressed. He thought silently, ‘plus you want to go out to play on the weekend, so I couldn’t work overtime and had to finish everything before Friday.’

“Chunchun,” before leaving work, a cup of steaming coffee was placed on the table, “New product.” Then came a pitiful and beautiful face. “Please, can’t you really give me the phone number of that extremely handsome guy? I really want to get to know him.”

“It’s really not possible.” Liu Chunchun gave her a bag of plums in return and said sympathetically, “You’d better change your target. His temper is absolutely as bad as you can’t imagine. He won’t even drink more hot water.”

“It doesn’t matter, no matter how bad it is, I can accept it!” The other party slapped the table and then held her cheek to beg cutely. “Please, Chunchun… the best Chunchun in the world…”

Liu Chunchun didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. For the first time in his life, he realized what being like Layman was like—the degree of attracting bees and butterflies was dozens of times higher than Bai Xi, the college student. He raised his hands in surrender. “How about I invite everyone to watch a movie? You can choose any blockbuster movie.”

The other person was reluctant and picked up the coffee with both hands. “Is it really not possible? All the girls in the department are waiting for my reply.”

“It’s really not possible. Go.” Liu Chunchun held her shoulders with both hands and pushed her back to the office next door. “I’ll treat all the girls in your department to pizza and a movie this weekend. Is that okay?”

Wang Yuanchen leaned against the door and said leisurely, “No.”

Liu Chunchun, “…”

Mr. Wang raised the corner of his mouth, and in a second, he transformed back into the sultry bartender on Qiye Road. His smile was professional and charming, his eyes innocent, and his face beautiful. His whole figure was like a huge, shining gem, and Liu Chunchun immediately felt like he had no sense of existence.

Mr. Wang bent down slightly and whispered to the girl next to him, “Can I have a glass of warm water, beautiful lady? The weather is really cold.”

Liu Chunchun was stunned, feeling like he was probably hallucinating.

Only five minutes later, the small coffee table in front of Wang Yuanchen was piled with hot drinks and snacks. He politely thanked them with a prince-like demeanour until all the girls, so happy and in love, returned to their seats and resumed work.

Mr. Wang returned to Liu Chunchun’s office, he closed the door with a backhand, revealing his fierce look.

“I—I—I demand the same treatment as them.” Liu Chunchun squatted in the corner to protest.

“That’s the treatment I give to strangers. Are you sure you want it?” Wang Yuanchen put his hands in his trouser pockets and glanced at him coolly.

“…Well.” Liu Chunchun changed the subject. “Why are you here?”

“Just passing by.” Wang Yuanchen picked up the coffee from his table.

“Don’t drink it.” Liu Chunchun stopped him. “It was given to me by others.”

As expected, Wang Yuanchen put down the cup—he didn’t mind using Liu Chunchun’s water cup, nor did he mind drinking the coffee Liu Chunchun bought, but if it was bought by “someone else,” even if it was brand new and untouched, he wasn’t interested in taking a sip either.

Liu Chunchun didn’t know when he started to master this strange and bad habit of his. He opened the cabinet, took out a packet of soy milk powder, poured it into his Buzz Lightyear water glass, mixed it with hot liquid, and handed it to him. “Wait half an hour, let’s go eat together.”

Mr. Wang looked at the pink packaging bag with a look of disgust on his face. “Lady’s soy milk?”

Liu Chunchun answered honestly, “This one was on sale.” Anyway, the taste was exactly the same.

Wang Yuanchen snorted and confiscated another pack of alphabet cookies from his table.

Liu Chunchun was typing on the keyboard, his eyes bright and focused, his work efficiency doubled. If Boss Xiao Bai knew about it, he would definitely be willing to pay Mr. Wang to be his supervisor.

When the two of them left the company that day, the sky had completely darkened. The half-hour promised ended up being doubled. Liu Chunchun felt guilty and offered to treat him to a feast.

Wang Yuanchen drove his eye-catching red sports car around the office area and then asked, “When you talk about a feast, do you mean braised chicken or spicy hotpot?”

“We don’t have to eat here.” Liu Chunchun said with a smile. “There’s nothing around here except the snack street and the canteen, which you definitely won’t be interested in.”

Wang Yuanchen asked casually, “Then what do you think I should be interested in?”

“…French dinner?” Liu Chunchun used his poor imagination of the life of the wealthy, and finally admitted honestly, “I’ve never been to a high-end restaurant.”

Wang Yuanchen raised the corner of his mouth, drove his car onto the elevated road in a show of force, and sped down the quiet and deserted night road.

Liu Chunchun had been very sincere about treating guests. He even sent a text message to Bai Xi to ask where a “high-end restaurant” was and whether a reservation was needed.

“So, they got along so well?” Bai Xi replied to the message while continuing to let Han Zhuo wipe his wet hair. “I thought Chunchun must have been miserable, having to accept diamonds and Armani with tears every day, but now they actually wanted to eat a great meal together.”

“I didn’t expect it either.” Han Zhuo smiled and wrapped him in a bath towel. “It sounded like a very lovely night, so we shouldn’t tell him about Shi Tian for now. We would talk about it tomorrow morning.”