You Are Deep in The Stars - Chapter 58

Hot water was boiling in the pot. Liu Chunchun blew on a dumpling to cool it down, put it in a carrot-shaped bowl, and handed it to Mr. Wang—the bowl was a gift from the supermarket’s yogurt promotion.

“It’s cooked perfectly this time.” Wang Yuanchen nodded, “It’s ready to eat.”

“I was just like you when I was a kid,” Liu Chunchun said with a smile while holding the bowl and chopsticks. “I liked to stand in the kitchen and wait. My mother would cook dumplings and pork ribs. I would be full before they were done. Also, my dad and I loved to nibble on chicken feet. Every time mother stewed chicken, I had to carry the stool to the kitchen in advance for fear that I wouldn’t be able to eat it. It wasn’t until I went to college that I realized my dad didn’t really want to compete with me, he just liked to tease me.”

Wang Yuanchen knocked on his head and said nothing. He just went to the dinning room with vinegar and soy sauce.

Liu Chunchun was stunned, and then he realized that the word “family” for Wang Yuanchen was probably a past he was unwilling to touch until his death. So, Liu Chuncun felt annoyed and blamed himself. He took off his apron and held the dumplings. He went out quietly, wanting to spy on the situation.

Wang Yuanchen put a bottle of wine on the dining table and resumed his condescending demeanour: “Come here.”

“I… um, do you want chili oil?” Liu Chunchun rubbed his hands.

Wang Yuanchen grabbed his face and said displeased, “Why are you smiliing?”

“I’m not smiling,” Liu Chunchun defended vaguely. “It was a smile of friendship.”

Wang Yuanchen snorted, let go, and said, “Eat!”

Liu Chunchun quickly helped pull out the chair, took the initiative to mix the vinegar sauce, and handed over the carrot bowl.

The dumplings were delicious, hot, and chubby, but compared to the ones fresh out of the pan, they seemed to have changed in taste. Although Wang Yuanchen didn’t want to reveal his true emotions, Liu Chunchun was very attentive and could tell the clues whether it was from Mr. Wang’s expression, eyes, or appetite.

The Christmas Eve dinner was not as relaxing and enjoyable as expected, and it felt a little dull.

Liu Chunchun secretly sent text messages to urgently seek help from people outside.

But Bai Xi was busy focusing on his lover over friends and ignored him.

Halfway through the meal, Wang Yuanchen put down his chopsticks and stood up to leave. A minute later, he brought over a blue box with a beautiful ribbon, placed it on the dining table with a bang, and said coldly, “Christmas gift.”

Liu Chunchun was shocked: “Huh?”

But Mr. Wang had already returned to the bedroom—he had actually been preparing this gift for a long time, and had made up his mind to bully Liu Chunchun until he became wrinkled before giving it to him, but suddenly he lost his mood.

Looking at the closed bedroom door, Liu Chunchun wanted to beat his head.

However, in the 215 group chat, Wang Xiaosen was still crying and howling, saying that he felt uncomfortable working overtime and wanted to cry, needing everyone to go crazy too.

Yu Jiong: [No, get out.]

Bai Xi: [No, get out.]

Liu Chunchun: [Brother Bai!!!!!! Help!!!!!!!]

After failing to pretend to be blind, Bai Xi had to make a call during his busy schedule to provide him with short-term humanitarian care.

“Was he really angry?” After explaining the cause and effect, Liu Chunchun said aggrievedly, “What should I do—ah!”

The bedroom door suddenly opened, and his whole body was immediately penetrated by a huge force, and he flew up with a “whoosh.”

Of course, the “swish” speed was very gentle because Wang Yuanchen did not let go of his hand, but directly carried the person to the bed, gritted his teeth, and said, “Next time you call, you can find a place where I can’t hear you.”

Liu Chunchun held his head and screamed to admit his mistake.

“I’m fine,” Wang Yuanchen said proudly. “You can leave.”

Liu Chunchun smiled brightly: “Since everything is fine, let’s watch TV.”

“Don’t look at it,” Mr. Wang refused.

Liu Chunchun suggested again: “Play games.”

“No game.” When he mentioned this, Wang Yuanchen felt quite angry. He had never seen such a stingy person before. He was even reluctant to use the bullets in the game—he was being sniped by a group of people with AKs, and he was still there using a gapped sickle to chop people!

Liu Chunchun knew he was in the wrong and raised his hand to promise, “Let’s go, all the equipment I picked up this time belongs to you!”

With constant ringing in his ears, Wang Yuanchen took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down: “Do you know that I can let you fly out of the sixteenth floor at any time?”

Liu Chunchun shrank his neck: “Then no one will make dumplings for you.”

Wang Yuanchen looked at him solemnly.

Liu Chunchun stepped back with a guilty conscience: “Don’t… I’m a little scared if you do this.”

Wang Yuanchen raised his fingers at him.

Liu Chunchun stood up decisively: “I’m going to open the gift—help!”

Wang Yuanchen grabbed his cheek with force and pushed him down onto the soft and spacious bed. With his other hand, he pulled the quilt over and wrapped Liu Chunchun up like a glutinous rice ball. He brutally and violently ravaged him from head to toe, finally delivering another hard bite, of course, all on the goose down and cotton.

After venting his anger, Mr. Wang said in disgust, “Why do you scream like a pig being killed?”

Liu Chunchun wanted to cry but had no tears. That was because he had been beaten and pinched again, and even now, he was still wrapped in a quilt, pinned down by Wang Yuanchen and unable to move.

He coughed hard. “Please, can you get up from me first?”

The other party did not move. Not only did he not move, but he also did not speak.

Liu Chunchun was dying pitifully, feeling that he was almost going to pass out and had no strength to protest anymore. However, in this silence and darkness, he was keenly aware that the person on top of him seemed to be in a wrong mood.

Five minutes later, Liu Chunchun was shocked and sent a text message to Bai Xi under the quilt— [what should he do? Am I hallucinating, or is he really crying?]

The phone buzzed and vibrated, but Bai Xi didn’t notice it at all. He was sitting in the twinkling and dreamy booth, enjoying a romantic dinner for two with Mr. Han. This was not a high-end restaurant, so there was no need to deliberately lower the sound. The Christmas songs on the radio, the waiters with reindeer antlers, and the extra chestnut cake all made people feel happy.

Daisy called Mr. Han at the right moment to remind him, “This was supposed to be the night before your wedding.”

Han Zhuo handed the phone to Bai Xi and continued to enjoy the food.

Bai Xi kicked him under the table and then said obediently and enthusiastically, “Auntie, how are you… ah? Getting married?”

Mr. Han raised his lips.

“We have no such plan yet.” Bai Xi felt a little embarrassed. “Yes… not next year… the year after? Uh… no, no, no, I’m not hesitant… nor am I going to get married right away… Auntie, hello? Hey, the signal is not good here, bye!”

When he hung up the phone, Han Zhuo dropped his fork and smiled rather unsympathetically.

“When do you plan to marry me?” Bai Xi suddenly asked seriously.

Han Zhuo was stunned when he heard this. “What?”

Bai Xi looked at him silently for a moment and then continued to eat with his head down, a hint of a mischievous smile not hidden at the corner of his mouth.

“You little rascal,” Han Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. “You are prohibited from talking to Daisy again in the future.”

Note

Ah, even the alien also scared of the word ‘marriage’ haha