Chapter 33
“What’s wrong, Brother? Are you feeling unwell?” Zuo Bian asked, worriedly looking at Zuo Yuan’s pale face.
Zuo Yuan wiped his face, tucking the large gold chain back into his shirt as he lowered his hand. The cold metal made him shiver.
“I’m fine, just a little thirsty.” Zuo Yuan always wore a smile when facing Zuo Bian.
Zuo Bian nodded and took out a carton of apple cider vinegar from her bag. “Here, Brother, have a drink.”
“Thank you, Xiao Bian.” Zuo Yuan happily accepted it, not even bothering to check what kind of drink it was before taking a big gulp.
The sourness almost made him choke, and his handsome face turned green.
“Is it not good? I’ve recently taken a liking to apple cider vinegar. I think it has a very unique flavor.”
Zuo Yuan forced himself to swallow the incredibly sour drink and smiled. “It’s very good.”
“Qin Ai, do you want one?” Zuo Bian rummaged through her bag.
Qin Ai politely declined. “I prefer something sweet.”
“I only brought sour drinks today. Then I’ll drink it myself.” Zuo Bian said as she took out another carton of apple cider vinegar.
Qin Ai glanced at Zuo Yuan, a fake smile on her face. “Mr. Zuo, are you going to keep following us? I believe you must have a lot of work to do.”
Zuo Yuan had already suffered enough. He didn’t want to be hurt any further, so he said, “Now that you mention it, I do have some things to take care of. I’ll be going now.”
“Goodbye, Brother.” Zuo Bian waved at him.
Zuo Yuan, outwardly happy but inwardly crying, left with his assistant. In reality, he decided to leave because he wanted his sister to be happy. She finally had some alone time with Qin Ai; he had made his appearance and it was time for him to exit.
Although he disliked Qin Ai, she was at least better than those awful men.
Thinking this, Zuo Yuan completely forgot that he was also an awful man.
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After Zuo Yuan left, Zuo Bian sipped her apple cider vinegar while browsing the plushies. Once she bought one, she couldn’t stop herself from picking out a whole bunch more.
Her bodyguards once again became her porters, each carrying three or four plush toys in their arms.
The bodyguards didn’t dare to advise against it. Both 555 and Qin Ai were encouraging her to buy more, one whispering in her ear, the other in her mind.
【This one is cute! Buy it! That one is good too! Buy, buy, buy!】
“This one is adorable. It looks a bit like you.”
Zuo Bian picked up the long-eared rabbit plushie Qin Ai pointed at and held it next to her face, asking with confusion, “Does it really look like me?”
Qin Ai smiled. “It looks like you when you’re being good.”
Zuo Bian blinked, her ears turning slightly red.
“Then let’s buy this one too.” She handed the plushie to a bodyguard.
After buying twenty plushies, they finally moved on to other areas. Although Zuo Bian was from ancient times, her shopping prowess was no less than that of a modern person.
She seemed to like everything and wanted to buy everything. Every time she hesitated, she would hear Qin Ai say, “Buy everything you want.”
Eventually, Zuo Bian’s bodyguards couldn’t carry any more things. Qin Ai simply had someone note down everything Zuo Bian wanted and arranged for them to be delivered to the Zuo family home. It was proof that money could buy anything.
After leaving the mall, Zuo Bian was quickly attracted by a cotton candy machine on the street.
“Qin Ai, let’s go check it out, okay?” Zuo Bian tugged at Qin Ai’s hand.
The gentle tug seemed to reach Qin Ai’s heart. She smiled and said, “Okay.”
The elderly man operating the cotton candy machine might be old, but his hands were nimble. He spun colorful, cloud-like cotton candy onto long bamboo skewers.
“This is a new type of cotton candy machine. The cotton candy it makes is very beautiful. Would you ladies like to buy some?” the old man asked as he worked.
Zuo Bian watched intently as a fluffy, colorful flower took shape in the old man’s hands. Brainwashed by 555’s “Buy it!” and Qin Ai’s “Buy it if you like it,” Zuo Bian replied without hesitation, “Yes, we’ll take two.”
“Alright!” The old man said cheerfully.
Soon, the old man had created two fairy-tale-like cotton candy flowers. Each one was as big as Zuo Bian’s head.
Zuo Bian took the two cotton candies, and Qin Ai paid.
Holding a cotton candy in each hand, she faced Qin Ai and asked, “Qin Ai, do you want the strawberry milk flavored one on the left or the orange vanilla flavored one on the right?”
Qin Ai pointed at Zuo Bian, who looked at her with confusion.
Then Zuo Bian saw a smile slowly bloom on Qin Ai’s face. Her finger moved to the left, landing on the strawberry milk flavored cotton candy. “I want the left one.”
“Mm-hmm, here you go.” Zuo Bian handed the cotton candy to Qin Ai and took a bite of the yellow and purple one. A bit of sugar stuck to her soft cheek.
The sweet aroma of cotton candy filled the air, even without tasting it. The old man was still spinning cotton candy, with new customers lining up. The air seemed to be infused with a sweet scent, seeping into their skin and reaching their hearts.
Qin Ai took a bite of the cotton candy. The image of a cold and aloof woman eating cotton candy should have been incongruous, but because of Qin Ai’s gentle expression, it didn’t seem strange at all.
Zuo Bian enjoyed her cotton candy immensely. She had only read about it online, but she had never actually tried it before.
Her first experience with cotton candy was like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit (a Chinese idiom for not savoring something precious). She finished one stick in a few bites.
Zuo Bian licked her lips, still wanting more. Her eyes longingly looked at the cotton candy in Qin Ai’s hand, but she quickly forced herself to look away.
How could she be so shameless as to ask for Qin Ai’s food? Would buying another one make her seem like a glutton?
A delicate and pitiful young lady should have a small appetite, feeling full after just a little bit of food.
Zuo Bian’s expression was too obvious for Qin Ai to ignore. She offered the cotton candy she had taken a bite of to Zuo Bian. “My tooth hurts recently, I can’t eat anything too sweet.”
“Thank you, Qin Ai!” Zuo Bian happily accepted the cotton candy, completely forgetting about her supposed delicate appetite.
Seeing Zuo Bian’s happy expression, Qin Ai couldn’t help but smile.
The cotton candy was so big that it kept sticking to Zuo Bian’s face. After finishing it, she felt that her lips were sticky with sugar.
Suddenly, a slender, white hand cupped her chin, the touch firm and irresistible.
Zuo Bian met Qin Ai’s gaze and saw her lean down, her soft red lips landing on the corner of her mouth.
Qin Ai’s warm tongue licked away the sugar, and Zuo Bian’s eyes widened in surprise, her heart pounding in her chest as if it wanted to jump out.
After a moment, Qin Ai pulled back slightly, her eyes narrowing as she parted her lips. “So sweet.”
Only then did Zuo Bian seem to come back to reality. She instinctively covered her chest and mumbled, “Why didn’t you use your hand…?”
Qin Ai chuckled. “The sugar is sticky, it’s not convenient to use my hand.”
“Oh, I see.” Zuo Bian couldn’t refute that reason.
“Mm, that’s right.”
555, who had witnessed everything, knew that this was just an excuse for Qin Ai to kiss Zuo Bian. Didn’t she have tissues or a handkerchief? Don’t think it didn’t know that she had a handkerchief in her pocket.
After its internal complaining, 555 started giggling. Hehehe, this was good progress.
After dinner, the CEO drove her innocent little wife home. The little wife was reluctant to part with the CEO and said she would definitely call her at night.
The CEO, who doted on her little wife, couldn’t possibly refuse, naturally agreeing.
555 noted all this down in its little notebook with satisfaction. The mission progress had reached 27.6%. If its host and the female lead could have sex, it would probably jump to 50%.
555, its mind filled with NSFW thoughts, didn’t notice that Zuo Bian had been staring at the back of its head for a long time.
“555, what are you writing? Why are you making such a creepy laugh?”
555, sitting at the desk, stiffly turned its big, soft head and gave a dry laugh. “What are you talking about, Host? How could someone as cute as me laugh creepily? You’re so mean, Host, you’ve hurt my little heart~”
Zuo Bian felt guilty. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”
555 waved its chubby plush arms. “It’s okay, Host, you can continue reading.”
“Okay, then you can continue writing your diary.” Zuo Bian picked up her book and continued reading. The more she learned, the more she realized how little she knew. She wanted to know more, to explore the unknown.
In the cozy room filled with the scent of candy, the chubby and soft 555 sat on a high stool, its legs dangling, clumsily but diligently writing its “Diary of the CEO’s Pampered Little Wife.” Little Frog, round like a ball, counted as it swam among the pile of plushies Zuo Bian had bought. Zuo Bian sat by the small bookshelf, reading and sipping her drink.
Zuo Bian had had the bookshelf brought in temporarily. It was filled with books she was interested in.
Suddenly, Little Frog started croaking loudly. Zuo Bian subconsciously glanced in its direction.
Little Frog was desperately trying to headbutt a frog-shaped alarm clock. The alarm clock was adorable, and most importantly, it looked like Little Frog.
“Little Frog, what’s wrong?” Zuo Bian bent down and picked up Little Frog, who clung to her hand and started sobbing.
“You don’t love me anymore, ribbit. You’ve got another frog behind my back, ribbit.”
Zuo Bian saw the round frog alarm clock and realized, “Little Frog, don’t be sad, I bought it because it looks like you. You’ll always be my empress, and it will always be a concubine as long as you’re alive.”
“Really?” Little Frog’s eyes were filled with tears.
“Really!” Zuo Bian nodded resolutely.
555, who had forced Zuo Bian to watch “Journey to the West” (a classic Chinese novel), wrote in its diary: The little wife is smitten with the puppy-like second male lead (Little Frog). When the CEO finds out, the little wife will definitely be punished in bed all night!
555 looked at its diary with satisfaction and closed it, locking it with a small padlock. Keeping up with the times, 555 used a combination lock. The password, of course, was its name: 555.
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