Not Free for a Relationship
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After Yang Chen left, Lin Ruoxi and Li Jingjing played with the children for almost an hour, before President Cha urged the young kids to obediently have their meals.
Lin Ruoxi and Li Jingjing could finally leave. Although they were reluctant to do so, their body strengths were limited being women. After saying goodbye to the president, they left the orphanage together.
Outside the building, Lin Ruoxi said, âJingjing, Iâll send you home. The sky has gotten dark.â
Smiling, Li Jingjing shook her head and said, âNo need, Sister Ruoxi. I live very near, it doesnât take much time to walk home. Youâll reach home much later than I do. You should drive home immediately.â
Lin Ruoxi knew that Li Jingjing lived rather near. Nodding, she said, âThen do you want to have dinner together?â
âI bought some groceries yesterday, they arenât used up yet. I think Iâd prefer eating at home. Sister Ruoxi, do you want to go to my place? My culinary skill is respectable,â Li Jingjing suggested.
Lin Ruoxiâs eyes shone. âJingjing, are you good at cooking?â
âYeah, why?â
âCan you⊠teach me? I can pay for the ingredients,â Lin Ruoxi said.
Curious, Li Jingjing asked, âSister Ruoxi, didnât you mention that Wang Ma was really good at cooking?â
âYeah, but⊠but I donât want to be seen by the detestable fellow,â Lin Ruoxi said embarrassingly.
Li Jingjing lowered her head and kept quiet for a while. She said, âAlright, but Sister Ruoxi will have to invite me over to your place after you learn how to cook. Treating me a meal you make yourself will act as a small gift to me as the young master.â
Lin Ruoxi nodded happily. âSure! But youâll need to teach me properly. I really know nothing at all.â
âDeal!â Li Jingjing offered her pinky.
Lin Ruoxi smiled sweetly and made a pinky promise with Li Jingjing. The two of them laughed together like little girls.
At the same time, Yang Chen actually didnât go home for dinner. Bored, he was walking on the quiet streets at Dongcheng District.
On this day, he met Yang Jieyu in the morning and Li Jingjing later in the afternoon. He felt like there was a huge rock pressing on his heart. Having no appetite, he informed Wang Ma before he went walking alone in the city.
Since he wasnât having a good mood, Yang Chen naturally didnât want to visit the irritable night markets. He picked an old street with the least people. It was a place where the old civilians in Zhonghai stayed in. At night, it was so sparse that only a few residents would pass by from time to time.
The cold wind in the dark poured into Yang Chenâs collar, which he didnât mind at all. Walking slowly at a badly lit street alone, one would think that he was a homeless folk unless observed closely.
Just as Yang Chenâs mind went blank, his phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket. Taking it out, he saw that it was a phone call from Mo Qianni.
Ever since they came back from Sichuan, this workaholic who was as crazy as Lin Ruoxi hadnât contact Yang Chen. Although they would stick to each other privately, she would ignore his presence in the company, making Yang Chen feel rather helpless.
Picking up the phone call, Mo Qianniâs intimate and teasing sound resounded. âLover, where are you?â
Listening to her flirting, Yang Chen smiled as he leaned on a utility pole before taking a deep breath of the cold air.
âIn your heart.â
Mo Qianni got into silence for a while before bursting into laughter. âWhat should I do? You make me have the urge to ignore everything and contribute my body to you.â
Yang Chenâs eyes shone. âReally? Donât just get the urge, put it into practice.â
âThen tell me a few more urging lines and Iâll put it into practice,â Mo Qianni said in discompliance.
âMadam, lines like that can only be said when love is concentrated. How do you expect me to say so many of them out of thin air?â Yang Chen said, depressed.
Mo Qianni laughed. âAlright Iâll stop joking around. I have something serious to ask you.â
How are you joking when you talk about something this significant?! Yang Chen thought.
âWhat is it?â
âWeâre getting near the end of the year. Where will you be going for the companyâs year-end trip?â Mo Qianni asked.
Yang Chen thought for a while. He said, âThe people from human relations department helped me register already. I remember itâs⊠Why?â
Mo Qianni said regrettably, âEveryone from finance department is going on a local trip. Itâs sad that I canât follow you there.â
Yang Chen snickered. So she called me just for this.
âWhat? Are you really happy that no one will be keeping you from messing with the women there?â Mo Qianni asked angrily. She wasnât too happy when she heard Yang Chenâs laughter.
âWhat are you thinking about? Am I that thirsty?â
âYes!â Mo Qianni exclaimed confidently.
Yang Chen almost choked himself as he couldnât speak a word.
Mo Qianni heard that Yang Chen wasnât talking. Faintly, she said, âActually, itâs not my problem if you want to mess with them. Being an outsider myself, extending my arms that far out is meaningless. I only said it casually. If you really do it, the only thing I can do is to bear with it.â
Yang Chenâs nerves got a bit tense. He consoled, âWhy do you say it that way? Being taken care of by my Little Qianqian is my honor. Iâm really happy in my heart.â
âIs it true?â
No itâs fake⊠he thought. But he said, âOf course! Do you expect me to lie to you?â
After chatting with Mo Qianni for a very long time, he finally managed to please the madam and ended the call.
Yang Chen felt that trying to please women can be really tiring. He didnât feel like eating earlier, but his stomach was growling after the phone call.
Looking at the surroundings, Yang Chen saw that most stores were closed already, except for a few small restaurants which looked dirty and displeasing. As he continued down the street, he found a trolley stall at an intersection of the streets.
Yang Chen used to eat these kinds of spicy and deep fried foods often. Although they werenât the most hygienic, they were really affordable and diverse. He really liked them.
At this moment, there werenât many customers in front of the trolley stall. There were three plastic stools and a box of strong liquor of an unknown brand. During a cold day like this, eating snacks and drinking liquor seemed like a good choice.
âSir, what do you want to order?â The voice of the stall owner was crisp. It was a young girl.
Yang Chen pulled a stool over and didnât pay much attention to her. When he raised his head, he almost burst into laughter.
âWhy is it you, Little Girl?â
The girl in front of his eyes was the one who pickpocketed him in the bus during the day. It was unexpected that she would set up a stall to sell snacks. The oil barrel she carried around this morning was really used for her business.
When the girl saw Yang Chen, she got shocked for a moment. Cautious, she said, âUncle, are you stalking me?â
âWhy would I stalk you, to bring you to the police station? If I wanted to, I wouldâve done it this morning. I was just walking around with my hungry stomach and bumped into you coincidentally,â Yang Chen said as he took out a skewer of spicy seaweed before chewing away. âIt tastes rather good. Since we are acquaintances, can you give me a discount?â
âOne skewer will be one buck,â the girl said mercilessly.
âKiddo, can you not be this stingy while you run your business? You should give discount when itâs necessary,â Yang Chen said smilingly.
âI said that Iâm not a kid. Uncle, eat if you want to. Stop talking nonsense. Leave if you donât want to. Leave the money for the seaweed before that,â the girl said unhappily.
Yang Chen felt that this girl was really interesting. Born with bright skin, she was petite and cute. The expression she gave when she talked brought the taste of chilli peppers, especially when she stared at Yang Chen with her black, reflective, huge eyes. It was rather pleasing.
âAlright, alright. I want to eat, okay? You still hold such a bad attitude when I give you money,â Yang Chen complained before taking out a small bottle of liquor from the box. Happily, he got himself a plastic cup and filled it up.
â5 bucks for one bottle,â the girl said.
Yang Chen shook his head smilingly and took a few more skewers of other snacks in front of her. As he picked his food, the girl would report to him the cost of each item.
After eating more than ten skewers of food and drinking two mouthfuls of liquor, Yang Chen felt warmth in his stomach. Looking at the girl who was frying a type of white and red food which seemingly included spicy sauce and cabbage, sniffing at the sour and hot smell that got blew over, he asked curiously, âWhat are you frying?â
âFrying rice cakes,â the girl replied without raising her head.
âI tried fried rice cakes before, but I havenât seen anything quite like this,â Yang Chen said.
âThis is Korean style fried rice cakes. My mom taught me how to make this dish. I included cabbage and Korean hot sauce,â the girl said.
Yang Chen asked smilingly, âIs your mom a Korean?â
The girl raised her head. Under her thick curved brows, it could be seen in her eyes that she was irritated. âUncle, you talk too much. Canât my mom be a Korean?â
Yang Chen raised his hand with a smile, saying, âItâs not what I meant. I was wondering why you didnât look quite like a Chinese. You exert a different aura. So youâre a half-breed of a Korean.â
âHumph! Half-breed, aura, Uncle, youâre really good at talking. Doesnât the Chinese love to call Koreans sticks? How can I have an aura?â the girl asked with a smile.
âDonât stereotype. At least I know that Koreans treat the elders with respect. Little Girl, why are you always so fierce towards me?â Yang Chen asked smilingly.
The girl gave him a death stare. âLet me tell you one last time. Iâm not a little girl. Iâm 20 years old already!â
âAlright, alright. Iâll call you a small lady,â Yang Chen said with a bitter smile.
âAre you seeing me as a prostitute? Although I donât have money, Iâm poor, I wonât ever betray my body!â
âThen what should I call you?â Yang Chen asked helplessly.
The girl took a deep breath. She seemed to have gotten annoyed by Yang Chen. âCall me Xu Zhenxiu. You can call me Ah Xiu.â
âAh Xiu? Not good, itâs not cute enough. Iâll call you Zhenxiu. Your name sounds very Korean, did your mom give it to you?â
âYesâŠâ
âIâm Yang Chen. You can call me Uncle or Yang Chen,â Yang Chen said smilingly.
The corners of her lips suddenly moved. She seemed like she wanted to laugh but couldnât. âUncle, did I ask for your name? Why do you take so many initiatives? Donât think that I donât know what youâre trying to do. Iâve seen too many men like you. Are you trying to pick me up? Let go of that thought. Iâm very busy now. Iâm not free to get into a relationship with Uncle who has nothing to do all day. Continue eating if youâre still hungry. Leave if youâre done. Donât burden my business.â
This lady was really straightforward. Although she looked very pretty, Yang Chen didnât have any interest in her. He just enjoyed listening to how she talked. Smiling, he said, âZhenxiu, I indeed have nothing to do, but I definitely donât have that type of interest in you. Itâs just that I had been in a bad mood today, but I feel much comfortable now when I talk to you for unknown reasons. I wonât burden you, you may continue what youâre doing. HeheâŠâ
Zhenxiu couldnât do anything to Yang Chen. She shook her head as she sighed. As she continued putting a heck lot of hot sauce into her Korean rice cakes, she suddenly frowned as she looked at the area behind Yang Chen.