You Are Deep in The Stars - Chapter 57

The windows on both sides of the street were filled with gold and silver decorative balls, and reindeer pulling sleighs galloped from a distance, creating a joyful atmosphere unique to Christmas.

Before meeting Mr. Han, Christmas for Bai Xi had been the group dinner party, and the theme probably included beer, hot pot, and barbecue stalls.

After meeting Mr. Han, the first Christmas Eve that was supposed to be romantic could only be allowed to go to waste because it was the day of Mark Li’s prom.

In the cold and windy winter, going to a party with the theme of “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” while shouldering the glorious mission of saving aliens, Bai Xi felt that he could make a fantasy movie in the future.

On the weekend afternoon, Han Zhuo picked up the gorgeous gold-embroidered gown in ancient Greek style that Mark Li had sent from the sofa and asked, “Are you going to apply for a hotel doorman job?”

“Can you let this suit go?” Bai Xi, sitting on the carpet and working on company documents, didn’t raise his head. “It’s really innocent, and it can’t speak.”

“No,” Mr. Han replied matter-of-factly. “Because I’m jealous.”

Bai Xi turned around, holding the document and refusing to participate in this pointless conversation.

Han Zhuo smiled, leaned next to him, and continued to read the information on the computer—so far, everything in the Zhou family seemed to have returned to normal. Zhou Yong went to work normally, and Mrs. Zhou also reappeared in the supermarket, buying vegetables. Although she still looked tired, it at least meant that Zhou Jing was out of danger, allowing her to regain the courage to live.

The sun shone through the window, making the entire carpet warm.

Bai Xi loosened his hand, leaned on Han Zhuo’s shoulder, and fell asleep, letting his dreams be filled with gold.

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This year’s Christmas was very thoughtful; it happened to fall on a weekend with light snow.

The group dinner was reduced to just two people. Yu Jiong and Wang Xiaosen ordered takeout braised chicken, planning to work overtime to celebrate the festival. Liu Chunchun had gotten up early in the morning, bought pork, shrimp, and Chinese cabbage from the supermarket, and planned to make dumplings.

Mr. Wang was puzzled by this. “Why do we eat dumplings on Christmas?”

“Well,” Liu Chunchun asked, “then what do you want to eat?”

Wang Yuanchen thought about it carefully and then said doubtfully, “You seem to eat dumplings on all holidays.” On Dragon Boat Festival, it was rice dumplings; on Mid-Autumn Festival, it was mooncakes and dumplings. Even if there was no holiday, dumplings had to be eaten alone.

“My parents were like this. They always eat dumplings during the holidays, but they don’t celebrate Christmas.” Liu Chunchun patted the flour on his hands. “How about I invite you out to eat?”

“No.” Mr. Wang flatly refused. “I want dumplings with more meat.”

Liu Chunchun smiled and continued to work with his head down.

Wang Yuanchen held a Buzz Lightyear water cup, which contained discounted women’s soy milk powder—the same flavour Liu Chunchun gave him in the office. In this cold weather, it was warmer and sweeter than coffee beans from South America.

Compared with this cozy little kitchen, Bai Xi’s current situation was worse. He stood in front of the mirror and looked at the ridiculous fusion of ancient Greek mythology, Baroque architectural style, and five-star hotel doorman—a fantastic clothes in a style that made him never want to leave the house.

Han Zhuo tidied his collar thoughtfully.

Bai Xi said resentfully, “Are you actually laughing?”

Han Zhuo’s facial expression was stiff. “I’m sorry, I just can’t help it.”

“I refuse to wear this outfit.” Bai Xi squatted on the ground. “It has nothing to do with A Midsummer Night’s Dream theme.”

Mr. Han was in a good mood and couldn’t ask for more.

The masquerade was held in a huge banquet hall. Ninety-nine long clear columns stood on the artificially paved pink grass. The gauze curtains and crystals reflected each other. When the lights were turned on, it was so beautiful that it seemed like a fantasy forest.

The moment Mark Li received the call, he couldn’t wait to get off the elevator and rushed to the parking lot to wait for his soul friend. He even held up the colourful roses again.

“Can we discuss something?” Bai Xi took a step back. “Don’t give me roses casually; it’s very ambiguous.”

“But I really love you,” Mark Li said emotionally, and before Mr. Han could get angry, he added, “But it is limited to resonance in literature and movies. As for loyalty in body and heart, please forgive me; I can’t give it because it belongs to an elegant and mysterious princess.”

“Where is the financial sponsor you wanted to introduce to me?” Bai Xi didn’t want to share his love story at all, so he asked straight to the point.

Mark Li was immediately hurt. “You must at least wait until I finish reciting, The Flow of Light in the Night and the Bright Moon.” This was the disharmony between businessmen and literature.

Bai Xi pressed the elevator button and pushed him in.