You Are Deep in The Stars - Chapter 53

Mr. Wang drove the car straight home.

The promised meal once again became a home-cooked meal. Liu Chunchun, wearing an apron, stood by the pot and concentrated on frying the meatballs. The golden and plump meatballs tumbled up and down in the boiling oil, exuding a charming aroma that made Mr. Wang and the neighbour’s Amy feel itchy.

The meatballs were fried until they were crispy. After they were cooked, Liu Chunchun raised his fingers and said, “Come in.”

Wang Yuanchen put down the cold coffee cup in his hand, walked over with a solemn expression, and opened his mouth before the meatballs were handed over.

Liu Chunchun blew on it, carefully fed it into his mouth, and then asked, “It tastes good, right?”

Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with plenty of juice, it was a great pleasure for the tongue and teeth. Wang Yuanchen nodded, “Yeah, it tastes average.”

Liu Chunchun smiled and served him a small bowl, then went to work on other dishes. There was a row of Ultraman figurine on the kitchen windowsill. They were small ornaments he had bought online after learning Bai Xi’s identity. However, they were strongly disliked by Mr. Wang and were not even allowed to be placed in the guest bedroom. In the end, Liu Chunchun had no choice but to let these superheroes who saved the Earth, to temporarily squatted in the kitchen.

Wang Yuanchen asked, “Which one is me?”

Liu Chunchun turned around, “Ah?”

“There are three,” Wang Yuanchen pointed to the row of Ultraman, “without me?”

“Well…” When Liu Chunchun was shopping, he didn’t actually have such profound meaning. It was just because there were three in a set. But since Mr. Wang specifically asked about it, he said tactfully and sensibly, “There is no you, you are better looking than these.”

Wang Yuanchen said disdainfully, “Tsk.”

“It’s true.” Liu Chunchun continued to lower his head and chop vegetables. “I didn’t lie to you.” As he said this, he couldn’t help but laugh. He felt that this kind of conversation was really childish. Wang Yuanchen walked up to him leisurely, stretched out his hand, and poked the waist wrapped in a plush apron.

White mist, smiling faces, and hearts hastily drawn on the glass, with the smell of food, Ultraman figurines on the windowsill, and two busy people—one busy making, the other busy eating—all these combined to create the most tender pictures in winter.

Wang Yuanchen was very satisfied with everything. Of course, he would have been even more satisfied if he had not received a call from Han Zhuo early the next morning.

“While I go to the laboratory, Xiao Bai will stay with you temporarily,” Han Zhuo said. “If you have any questions, please feel free to contact Daisy.”

“Are you sure you want to go?” Wang Yuanchen asked impatiently. “Why do you have to compromise with that bastard?”

“Because I have to ensure Zhou Jing’s safety first,” Han Zhuo said. “She is innocent and has a special status.”

“Your concession will only make him push further,” Wang Yuanchen reminded him. “At least let you have some interferon in your blood.”

“Shi Tian is not that easy to deceive, and I don’t want any more accidents to happen.” Han Zhuo shook his head.

“Then what happens next?” Wang Yuanchen asked. “Will you always let him forces you like this?”

Han Zhuo didn’t answer.

In this long and depressing silence, Wang Yuanchen sighed, finally showing his kindness, and softened his sharp tone, “Be careful.”

Han Zhuo nodded, “Thank you.”

When he hung up the phone, Bai Xi was waiting behind him with his coat in his arms. He smiled and bent his eyes, as if he hadn’t heard the content of the conversation just now.

“Won’t you comfort me?” Han Zhuo took the coat from his hand and pulled the person into his arms with his other hand.

“It doesn’t matter,” Bai Xi said. “I support whatever decision you make, and the future is long.”

Han Zhuo smiled, lowered his head, and pressed a kiss on his forehead.

From Friday to Saturday, time flew by almost in an instant.

Han Zhuo drove to what Shi Tian called the “old place,” which was a laboratory hidden in the city centre. Outside, there were customers selling internet celebrity coffee. Going deeper, he found a terrifying and silent white prison.

The fingerprint lock at the door had not been changed, and Han Zhuo had an unimpeded journey. When the employees in the laboratory saw him, they were not surprised at all. Instead, they lowered their heads and called “Mr. Han” as before.

Time seemed to have frozen there. Familiar scenes, familiar people, and familiar voices all awakened familiar memories from before. No matter how pungent the perfume was, it couldn’t cover up the blood in the air. All this made Han Zhuo feel both repulsed and disgusted.