Your Beloved Sweetheart Is Online
Chapter 2363 - 3: The Young Master’s Temper (Part 3)
She was actually still showering in his bathroom. Did her room not have a bathroom?
"Who told you to hire a housekeeper? No one besides us two has ever set foot in this apartment," Zun Zun was purely feeling annoyed and looking for trouble. He put on a cold face and said, "You wash them. All the housework at home—everything—you’re doing it!"
"Isn’t it a bit of a waste to make me do that kind of thing? I’m in charge of your safety, not your nanny."
Qingqing used what he’d said that night to try to shut Zun Zun up.
"I tell you to do it, so you do it. What’s with all the excuses?" Zun Zun said, "Don’t forget you belong to me right now. If I tell you to go east, you are not allowed to go west; if I tell you to go west, you are not allowed to go east. Otherwise, go home and let your dad beat and scold you!"
This was really over the line. He’d kindly found her a place to stay, and she actually had the nerve to seduce him like this!
What kind of personal guard was this? She was clearly a walking fire hazard, like she wanted to keep him burning all the time!
Zun Zun stood up and strode back to his room to go to the bathroom. The entire bathroom was filled with steam, and there was a scent in the air that wasn’t his. While he was peeing, he lowered his head, his scalp tingling. No way—men really were way too easily aroused in the morning. He needed a shower too, and a cold one at that, or he’d definitely make a fool of himself. Wearing dress pants in this condition, all tented up—he’d be embarrassed to death, right?
Qingqing changed her clothes, sat on the bed drying her hair, and thought about being made to wash dishes and clean the place. Her face darkened; she really didn’t want to do it. After thinking it over, she decided not to take Zun Zun’s words to heart. Instead, she called the captain of the personal guard squad and said Zun Zun needed a part-time cleaner here. She asked him to send a reliable one over. Once everything was arranged, her mood instantly brightened.
She checked her face in the mirror. It was a little swollen, so she dabbed some ointment on, the cool scent spreading. Then she looked at her phone—several missed calls in a row, all from her dad or her mom. Qingqing hesitated over whether to call back. After wavering for a long time, she decided to just ignore it, like Zun Zun said, and wait a few days first.
Anyway, there was no way she was going to live according to the life script her parents had set out for her.
Everyone should pursue the life they want. Besides... should she consider what her uncle had said?
Qingqing sat there zoning out in the room until Zun Zun walked up to her and tugged on her hair. Only then did she snap back to reality. Without realizing it, she’d already been spacing out for an hour.
"Come with me."
"Where are we going?"
"Taking you to buy clothes. You planning to spend every day wearing my underwear and my shirts?"
Qingqing immediately jumped up. "Of course we have to go buy clothes!"
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The two of them were in a big mall in Vancouver. It was the first time Qingqing had been led by the hand by Zun Zun as they wandered around a big shopping mall. The clothes in those stores were all for girls, and yet Zun Zun was even more familiar with them than Qingqing. That was all thanks to the period when he’d been swapping out women every day to go shopping with him. Those women had all dragged him to this mall, and when he swiped his card, the smiles on their faces would blossom like flowers.
Right now Zun Zun was in an amazing mood, holding Qingqing’s hand as they went in and out of one store after another.
Whenever he took a liking to an outfit, he’d just point and say, "Go try it on! We’re buying it!"
He was being so decisive even he was starting to feel drunk on it!
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