Chapter 881 - 880: Shrimp Red, Jade Green, and Golden Crown

As Sunday passed, a new week quickly arrived.

Cheng Zhirang indeed brought that electronic gift bundle to the little villa, and Mu Qiu sat cross-legged on the floor, studying each item, wearing a pair of silver round-frame glasses, looking just like a student.

Cheng Zhirang stood by the floor-to-ceiling window taking a call, with the scorching sunlight nearly piercing through his white shirt.

Today, he was heading to the studio.

Mu Qiu glanced up at him twice, then lowered her head to continue with her own studies. The post-it notes and pen she took everywhere were beside her, and music was playing from her phone on the coffee table.

She wasn’t picky about the music she listened to; various pure music could loop for a long time. As long as a song could stir her emotions, it could inspire her creativity and was worth listening to repeatedly.

Her hands kept fiddling with the little electronic gadgets when a pair of black slippers walked over in front of her.

"Qiuqiu, I’m heading out now, want to come along?"

Cheng Zhirang squatted down and moved aside some electronic gadgets she had almost figured out, placed behind her.

Mu Qiu looked at the blazing hot weather outside and shook her head decisively, "No, you can go out alone. Lunch might not be possible, so will you be back for dinner?"

"I can’t say for certain now, but I’ll call you before dinner time to let you know."

"Alright then, you go ahead."

After saying that, she lowered her head to continue fiddling with the technologically advanced mite vacuum cleaner.

Cheng Zhirang felt a bit stuck, her words were so calm and indifferent, it seemed as if he was less appealing to her than a mite vacuum cleaner.

He reached out to block the vacuum cleaner, grabbing her attention: "You’re so cold to me."

Mu Qiu, "......"

Wasn’t she usually this way of speaking? This was work, not going out with a female celebrity for drinking and singing, what else could she say?

Why did this guy seem more clingy?

She straightened up and gave him a quick kiss, then removed his hand, "Since it’s not yet noon, you’d better hurry out, or it’s going to get hotter."

"Then what are you planning to do at home today?" He didn’t think a kiss would be enough to console him.

Mu Qiu, cheerful and relaxed, continued her exploration of the vacuum cleaner, raised it and said to him, "Exploring home appliances. I want to get familiar with these big and small things. This mite vacuum cleaner is pretty nice, later I can go from downstairs to upstairs with it."

"..." He was a bit at a loss for words, a bunch of small appliances could capture all her attention.

"So before I head out, I still want to kiss you, is that okay?"

Mu Qiu’s eyes were still on the product label of the vacuum cleaner, she turned her face to the side, "Go ahead."

Cheng Zhirang closed his eyes, laughed at himself out of frustration. He knelt on one knee and pulled her into his arms.

The vacuum cleaner fell to the ground, and before her cry of surprise could escape, it was stifled away.

After a long kiss, Mu Qiu felt almost brain-deprived of oxygen before Cheng Zhirang let go of her, headed to the sofa to pick up two items, and changed shoes at the entrance.

Mu Qiu knew he was still somewhat more important than that vacuum cleaner, she ran over to hug his waist and asked another question.

"With whom are you having lunch?"

"Sister Chen and the others, possibly a few investors." When she occasionally acted a bit coquettish, his tone would always soften and become more magnetic.

Being soft and gentle to someone you love isn’t a bad habit.

She nodded, "Then enjoy your meal, don’t get too close to women, and stay away from people wearing perfume, it’s overwhelming."

Cheng Zhirang chuckled, "Alright, I’ll listen to you. But I’m more concerned about you eating alone at home. Don’t order takeout, there are ingredients in the fridge, make something simple to eat, I’ll bring something delicious for you when I come back?"

"Alright."

After a final kiss, Mu Qiu saw him off, watched him get in the car, then swiftly and neatly shut the door with a bang.

It was too hot; just opening the door for a bit felt like a wave of heat rushed in.

Cheng Zhirang, not yet closed the car door, was startled by the sound, looked back once seated in the car.

Unfortunately, the person who shut the door had no intention of opening it again, he had to settle in and roll up the car window.

Driving was Assistant Liang, hearing the noise, couldn’t help but ask, "Did you two have a fight?"

This sounded like Mu Qiu slammed the door and kicked someone out.

Cheng Zhirang shook his head with a frown, "How is that possible."

He picked up his phone to send her a message.

[Why shut the door so loudly? Happy to see me leave?]

[Qiuqiu: Huh? Was it loud? Too hot, closed the door a bit hastily]

... How could he explain to Assistant Liang, saying she only shut the door quickly due to the heat as he stepped out, leaving him in the sweltering heat while she went back to enjoy the cool air conditioning?

He pursed his lips in a smile, leaned back on the rear seat contemplating what she might have for lunch.

There were plenty of ingredients at home, but she wasn’t particularly keen on preparing a hearty lunch, she’d probably just boil a bowl of wontons, add a couple of greens, maybe fry an egg if in the mood.

She’s like that, could spend several hours making breakfast when interested, but usually solves meals in minutes when not interested.

His thoughts wandered quickly, thought about many things, and looked at the photo on his phone screen, a faint smile always on his lips.

Assistant Liang glanced in the rearview mirror, then quickly averted his gaze.

They apparently didn’t fight, maybe... it’s just a couple’s banter?

During lunch, Mu Qiu had just picked up a crispy edge of a fried egg with her chopsticks and was savoring it when her phone rang with a message notification tone.

It was from Cheng Zhirang.

[Cheng Zhirang: What are you having for lunch?]

She snapped a picture aimed at the still boiling pot, where the thin-skinned, generously filled wontons were almost done, the shrimp visibly turning red, the shrimp-colored wontons undulating with the boiling water.

Felt something missing color-wise.

She thought for a moment, then fetched some bok choy from the fridge, washed, and tossed it into the pot, now it had both red and green, looking very healthy.

Took another photo and sent it to Cheng Zhirang.

[Cheng Zhirang: Didn’t you fry an egg?]

[??? How did you know I also fried an egg?]

She took a photo of the fried egg and sent it over.

[Two pans for one meal, such a hassle]

[Cheng Zhirang: The dishwasher does the washing]

[But who opens the dishwasher? I still did two parts of the work]

[Cheng Zhirang: You’re right, thanks for your hard work]

[Okay, okay, truly the dishwasher worked hard. You eat well too, can you keep using your phone while dining with investors?]

[Cheng Zhirang: Turns out we’re all acquaintances, plus someone’s yet to arrive. It’s very hot; take a nap after lunch]

[Without you, it’s lonely/leaning on hand and sighing.jpg]

[Cheng Zhirang: Then can you save the nap wish for tonight, I’ll make sure to fulfill it]

[Hahaha, I’m going to eat my meal, bye-bye]

Quickly putting the phone away like it’s hot, she immediately turned off the fire, scooped the wontons into a bowl, plopped the fried egg on top, perfect!

Before eating, she took another photo of this meal and posted it on Weibo.

[Mu Qiu V: I named it Shrimp Red Green Top Gold, it feels grand and majestic]