I'm Just Getting Your Luck - Chapter 17
“I told you those two aren’t normal!”
“Cat-jie, do you know what you’re supposed to wear to a concert?”
“A concert?” Long Qiuqiu was instantly excited. “Did Zhou Chenyi invite you?!”
“No, it was his sister. She said she wanted to thank me for taking care of Zhou Fan and invited me to watch it.” Ying Yu had been digging through her closet forever without finding anything suitable.
A concert sounded so elegant and high-end. Wearing a hoodie and jeans probably wasn’t appropriate.
“I got it. Wear this,” said Long Qiuqiu, sending her a screenshot from a drama she was currently obsessed with. The female lead was attending a concert — the scene was spot on.
The strapless white gown hugged every curve, with diamonds cascading from the chest all the way to the ankles.
“People dress this fancy for a concert?”
Ying Yu almost thought it was a wedding dress.
Sure enough, after she managed to borrow a similar gown, even the woman beside her at the traffic light said the same thing — asking if she was going to get married or trying to run away from one.
Ying Yu just smiled awkwardly and thanked the heavens she hadn’t borrowed a diamond tiara.
When she arrived at the concert venue, she found her seat — dead center in the first row. An amazing seat… also the perfect spot to be stared at.
Grannies and grandpas nearby thought she was a celebrity. Their cameras had lenses longer than mugs, and one nearly jabbed her in the face.
Ying Yu double-checked the room and the seat number multiple times — nope, she was in the right place.
Sister Ping, please show up soon.
Ying Yu silently prayed.
Then she opened her eyes and saw Zhou Chenyi, dressed casually.
“You there yet? I told you to leave early.”
Zhou Chenyi was on the phone, coldly saying, “You told me to leave early. Why aren’t you here yet?”
“Oh, oh, you’re already there? Well, Fanfan suddenly got diarrhea, so we can’t make it. Make sure you stay and enjoy the whole concert, okay?” Zhou Buping shifted guiltily. “Fanfan, say bye to your uncle.”
“Come on, sweetie, smile for the camera!”
Ying Yu gave an awkward smile.
Just as the granny clicked her shutter, a hand came down, covering the camera lens.
“What are you doing?!”
“This is my seat.”
The old lady huffed and moved to another spot, then pointed the camera back at Ying Yu — only to be blocked by Zhou Chenyi again.
Frustrated, she barked, “This isn’t your seat! Who gave you the right to stop me?! So disrespectful to your elders!”
Ying Yu clutched her seat, unsure what to do. Getting photographed made her uncomfortable, but Zhou Chenyi sitting beside her made her feel mortified.
She tried to get up and leave, but Zhou Chenyi wrapped his fingers around her wrist, pulled her back with unyielding strength, and pulled a black baseball cap down over her head.
“You just caught me in your shot,” Zhou Chenyi’s voice was calm but audible to everyone nearby, “Photographing people without their consent is illegal. If I call the police, you could be fined or detained for 5–10 days. It might even affect your grandkids’ chances of becoming civil servants.”
Despite his youth, Zhou Chenyi’s presence was powerful.
He casually scanned the crowd. “Are you all waiting for my lawyer to arrive?”
“Tch. Like we even wanted to take your photo!”
The concert hall returned to calm, and Ying Yu finally exhaled in relief.
“Thank you.” She didn’t know what else to say, but that line felt essential.
“Don’t thank me. You should be asking yourself why you couldn’t stand up for yourself just now.” Zhou Chenyi leaned back in his seat, eyes fixed on the stage.
He hadn’t glanced at her even once since sitting down.
Maybe seeing her here had ruined his mood. Ying Yu placed both hands on her knees like a guilty student. “I didn’t come on purpose. Ping-jie invited me. I didn’t know you’d be here.”
Such a busybody.
Zhou Chenyi lowered his head to text:
“So if I’m here, you wouldn’t have come?”
“…No, I still would’ve. One day as husband, a hundred days of grace. Married couples don’t hold grudges overnight, and love grows with time.”
If they saw each other more and talked more, maybe he wouldn’t stay mad.
Ying Yu was easily encouraged by the tiniest bit of warmth and brightened up again:
“This morning when I left, the auntie downstairs told me, ‘Girl, girl, you can’t ride your scooter today.’ I said I just charged it last night, how could it not work? Then she said my tire had a problem.”
“I got off and checked. The tire wasn’t flat, just a little soft. Do you know what that means?”
Zhou Chenyi thought for a second. “Low air?”
“Yes!” Ying Yu grinned with eyes like crescents. “So you’re not mad anymore, right?”
“Who said I’m not?”
“But you just said it — you’ve got no air left.”
So lame.
Zhou Chenyi silently curled his lips into a smile, then quickly covered it up. “That’s how you make peace with people?”
“Isn’t this allowed?” Ying Yu hesitated, then pulled something from her bag. “I even brought chocolate today. Want some?”
According to The Taming Guide for Human Caretakers, when your human is upset, you should nuzzle them.
They were sitting right under the air conditioning. The temperature had suddenly risen that day, so cool air felt nice.
But Ying Yu was already lightly dressed. She sneezed — and a jacket dropped onto her head.
Zhou Chenyi leaned over to zip it up. “Wear this. Don’t pass your cold to me—”
He froze.
Ying Yu was nuzzling against his chest.
She looked up. “A pat on the head makes the anger go away. Do you feel better now?”
No. This was not okay.
His ears turned red. He yanked the zipper up to the top — catching her chin.
Ying Yu winced and leaned back.
As expected, he couldn’t let her get too close. She always scrambled his logic.
The concert began with a soft children’s tune.
Zhou Chenyi calmed down, thinking it was time to handle this seriously. “Ying Yu, do you know why I’m upset?”
“…Because I hid something from you?” She paused, wanting to explain. “About the Italian — I really don’t know it. I got dragged in by the secretary and went along with it. I wasn’t trying to lie. And about the tail—”
The piano was too loud; Zhou Chenyi didn’t catch that last part. “The bar incident isn’t part of today’s discussion.”
He knew all the tricks people used in résumés. Take a few foreign language classes, suddenly you’re ‘fluent in eight languages.’ Wash dishes in a restaurant, and it becomes ‘improved communication and manual skills.’
That wasn’t the issue.
Zhou Chenyi said sharply, “I’ve said before: our company doesn’t care about degrees. We won’t fire someone with real ability. The problem isn’t that you padded your résumé — it’s that you made a mistake and still won’t admit it. You always use some excuse to deflect.”
It was a minor thing — yet they hadn’t talked for days.
Wasting time like this? Zhou Chenyi couldn’t stand it.
Oh. So that’s it.
Why didn’t he say so earlier? She would’ve just apologized!
Ying Yu didn’t even know how she’d “padded” her résumé, but if he hadn’t discovered she was a demon, then everything was fine.
She relaxed completely and even started sipping her cola.
Zhou Chenyi: “?”
What’s with that attitude?
“I’ve realized my mistake,” she said while drinking. “Reflecting deeply.”
“You? Reflecting?” Who reflects while snacking?
“I can’t reflect properly on an empty stomach!”
Ying Yu had figured it out — this was a kids’ concert. Everyone brought their kids. It wasn’t formal at all.
She even overheard a kid arguing with their grandpa about being hungry.
Luckily, she came prepared.
Zhou Chenyi couldn’t understand how her tiny bag kept producing wafers, choco pies, strawberry rolls, fries — even three meat buns.
“You didn’t eat lunch?” he asked, balancing a half-open choco pie like a tray.
“Nope. This dress would’ve been too tight. I came hungry. But once it’s on, I can eat — your jacket’s big enough to cover my stomach anyway.”
“Why on earth did you wear this?” Zhou Chenyi finally asked.
“My sister said people dress like this for concerts.” Ying Yu still felt embarrassed. “It’s that dumb TV show’s fault! Everyone on the way here stared at me. One lady even shared her elopement story with me. I told her I was just here for music — she didn’t believe me.”
Zhou Chenyi chuckled. “Is your sister the one from the bar that night?”
“Yes.” Ying Yu raised her fork in warning. “Don’t
”
“Cat-jie, do you know what you’re supposed to wear to a concert?”
“A concert?” Long Qiuqiu was instantly excited. “Did Zhou Chenyi invite you?!”
“No, it was his sister. She said she wanted to thank me for taking care of Zhou Fan and invited me to watch it.” Ying Yu had been digging through her closet forever without finding anything suitable.
A concert sounded so elegant and high-end. Wearing a hoodie and jeans probably wasn’t appropriate.
“I got it. Wear this,” said Long Qiuqiu, sending her a screenshot from a drama she was currently obsessed with. The female lead was attending a concert — the scene was spot on.
The strapless white gown hugged every curve, with diamonds cascading from the chest all the way to the ankles.
“People dress this fancy for a concert?”
Ying Yu almost thought it was a wedding dress.
Sure enough, after she managed to borrow a similar gown, even the woman beside her at the traffic light said the same thing — asking if she was going to get married or trying to run away from one.
Ying Yu just smiled awkwardly and thanked the heavens she hadn’t borrowed a diamond tiara.
When she arrived at the concert venue, she found her seat — dead center in the first row. An amazing seat… also the perfect spot to be stared at.
Grannies and grandpas nearby thought she was a celebrity. Their cameras had lenses longer than mugs, and one nearly jabbed her in the face.
Ying Yu double-checked the room and the seat number multiple times — nope, she was in the right place.
Sister Ping, please show up soon.
Ying Yu silently prayed.
Then she opened her eyes and saw Zhou Chenyi, dressed casually.
“You there yet? I told you to leave early.”
Zhou Chenyi was on the phone, coldly saying, “You told me to leave early. Why aren’t you here yet?”
“Oh, oh, you’re already there? Well, Fanfan suddenly got diarrhea, so we can’t make it. Make sure you stay and enjoy the whole concert, okay?” Zhou Buping shifted guiltily. “Fanfan, say bye to your uncle.”
“Come on, sweetie, smile for the camera!”
Ying Yu gave an awkward smile.
Just as the granny clicked her shutter, a hand came down, covering the camera lens.
“What are you doing?!”
“This is my seat.”
The old lady huffed and moved to another spot, then pointed the camera back at Ying Yu — only to be blocked by Zhou Chenyi again.
Frustrated, she barked, “This isn’t your seat! Who gave you the right to stop me?! So disrespectful to your elders!”
Ying Yu clutched her seat, unsure what to do. Getting photographed made her uncomfortable, but Zhou Chenyi sitting beside her made her feel mortified.
She tried to get up and leave, but Zhou Chenyi wrapped his fingers around her wrist, pulled her back with unyielding strength, and pulled a black baseball cap down over her head.
“You just caught me in your shot,” Zhou Chenyi’s voice was calm but audible to everyone nearby, “Photographing people without their consent is illegal. If I call the police, you could be fined or detained for 5–10 days. It might even affect your grandkids’ chances of becoming civil servants.”
Despite his youth, Zhou Chenyi’s presence was powerful.
He casually scanned the crowd. “Are you all waiting for my lawyer to arrive?”
“Tch. Like we even wanted to take your photo!”
The concert hall returned to calm, and Ying Yu finally exhaled in relief.
“Thank you.” She didn’t know what else to say, but that line felt essential.
“Don’t thank me. You should be asking yourself why you couldn’t stand up for yourself just now.” Zhou Chenyi leaned back in his seat, eyes fixed on the stage.
He hadn’t glanced at her even once since sitting down.
Maybe seeing her here had ruined his mood. Ying Yu placed both hands on her knees like a guilty student. “I didn’t come on purpose. Ping-jie invited me. I didn’t know you’d be here.”
Such a busybody.
Zhou Chenyi lowered his head to text:
“So if I’m here, you wouldn’t have come?”
“…No, I still would’ve. One day as husband, a hundred days of grace. Married couples don’t hold grudges overnight, and love grows with time.”
If they saw each other more and talked more, maybe he wouldn’t stay mad.
Ying Yu was easily encouraged by the tiniest bit of warmth and brightened up again:
“This morning when I left, the auntie downstairs told me, ‘Girl, girl, you can’t ride your scooter today.’ I said I just charged it last night, how could it not work? Then she said my tire had a problem.”
“I got off and checked. The tire wasn’t flat, just a little soft. Do you know what that means?”
Zhou Chenyi thought for a second. “Low air?”
“Yes!” Ying Yu grinned with eyes like crescents. “So you’re not mad anymore, right?”
“Who said I’m not?”
“But you just said it — you’ve got no air left.”
So lame.
Zhou Chenyi silently curled his lips into a smile, then quickly covered it up. “That’s how you make peace with people?”
“Isn’t this allowed?” Ying Yu hesitated, then pulled something from her bag. “I even brought chocolate today. Want some?”
According to The Taming Guide for Human Caretakers, when your human is upset, you should nuzzle them.
They were sitting right under the air conditioning. The temperature had suddenly risen that day, so cool air felt nice.
But Ying Yu was already lightly dressed. She sneezed — and a jacket dropped onto her head.
Zhou Chenyi leaned over to zip it up. “Wear this. Don’t pass your cold to me—”
He froze.
Ying Yu was nuzzling against his chest.
She looked up. “A pat on the head makes the anger go away. Do you feel better now?”
No. This was not okay.
His ears turned red. He yanked the zipper up to the top — catching her chin.
Ying Yu winced and leaned back.
As expected, he couldn’t let her get too close. She always scrambled his logic.
The concert began with a soft children’s tune.
Zhou Chenyi calmed down, thinking it was time to handle this seriously. “Ying Yu, do you know why I’m upset?”
“…Because I hid something from you?” She paused, wanting to explain. “About the Italian — I really don’t know it. I got dragged in by the secretary and went along with it. I wasn’t trying to lie. And about the tail—”
The piano was too loud; Zhou Chenyi didn’t catch that last part. “The bar incident isn’t part of today’s discussion.”
He knew all the tricks people used in résumés. Take a few foreign language classes, suddenly you’re ‘fluent in eight languages.’ Wash dishes in a restaurant, and it becomes ‘improved communication and manual skills.’
That wasn’t the issue.
Zhou Chenyi said sharply, “I’ve said before: our company doesn’t care about degrees. We won’t fire someone with real ability. The problem isn’t that you padded your résumé — it’s that you made a mistake and still won’t admit it. You always use some excuse to deflect.”
It was a minor thing — yet they hadn’t talked for days.
Wasting time like this? Zhou Chenyi couldn’t stand it.
Oh. So that’s it.
Why didn’t he say so earlier? She would’ve just apologized!
Ying Yu didn’t even know how she’d “padded” her résumé, but if he hadn’t discovered she was a demon, then everything was fine.
She relaxed completely and even started sipping her cola.
Zhou Chenyi: “?”
What’s with that attitude?
“I’ve realized my mistake,” she said while drinking. “Reflecting deeply.”
“You? Reflecting?” Who reflects while snacking?
“I can’t reflect properly on an empty stomach!”
Ying Yu had figured it out — this was a kids’ concert. Everyone brought their kids. It wasn’t formal at all.
She even overheard a kid arguing with their grandpa about being hungry.
Luckily, she came prepared.
Zhou Chenyi couldn’t understand how her tiny bag kept producing wafers, choco pies, strawberry rolls, fries — even three meat buns.
“You didn’t eat lunch?” he asked, balancing a half-open choco pie like a tray.
“Nope. This dress would’ve been too tight. I came hungry. But once it’s on, I can eat — your jacket’s big enough to cover my stomach anyway.”
“Why on earth did you wear this?” Zhou Chenyi finally asked.
“My sister said people dress like this for concerts.” Ying Yu still felt embarrassed. “It’s that dumb TV show’s fault! Everyone on the way here stared at me. One lady even shared her elopement story with me. I told her I was just here for music — she didn’t believe me.”
Zhou Chenyi chuckled. “Is your sister the one from the bar that night?”
“Yes.” Ying Yu raised her fork in warning. “Don’t