Quick Transmigration: The Villain Is Too Pampered and Alluring - Chapter 118
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Fortunately, the line moved quickly. Sheng Nuan bought two cups of lemon passion fruit juice, handed one to Fu Yunxi, then eagerly inserted a straw into her own cup and took a sip, her movement pausing slightly afterward.
Fu Yunxi asked, “Is it good?”
Sheng Nuan paused for a moment, swallowed, and turned to him seriously, “It’s so good, no wonder so many people are lining up.”
Fu Yunxi was skeptical, but when he saw Sheng Nuan’s serious gaze, full of encouragement for him to give it a try, he pierced the straw in and took a sip… In the next moment, the corner of his eye twitched.
He swallowed forcefully, then turned to look at Sheng Nuan expressionlessly. Sheng Nuan couldn’t hold back any longer and burst into laughter, tears almost coming out of her eyes.
This is so damn sour it made him doubt life…
In the end, they had to throw both cups into the trash, and Sheng Nuan took Fu Yunxi to have skewers instead.
After what just happened, Fu Yunxi was now suspicious of her. “Is it good?”
Sheng Nuan nodded vigorously, “This time I’m not lying, it’s really good.”
Fu Yunxi had never had this kind of food before, and he hesitated a bit, but Sheng Nuan had already grabbed a bucket and filled it with skewers. Fu Yunxi was stunned. “Are you going to eat all that?”
Sheng Nuan grinned, “You can’t imagine how much girls eat when they’re having skewers…”
Soon, the pot was boiling, and Sheng Nuan threw a large pile in, then went to prepare a dipping sauce bowl.
“Here, try it, Sheng family’s exclusive secret dipping sauce mix…”
Fu Yunxi initially refused, with three parts disdain, three parts skepticism, and four parts resignation to complete the task. But after steeling himself to take a bite, his eyes lit up.
After a while… the big bucket was soon emptied.
Fu Yunxi looked down, picking through the remnants. “Where’s the ox tripe? Is it all gone?”
Sheng Nuan was robbed of the last piece of ox tripe and felt unhappy. She sneered, “Why don’t you just take your shoes off and dive in to fish it out?”
Fu Yunxi sheepishly pulled back his hand, mumbling, “How would I know it was the last piece…”
Then he suddenly realized, “We can go get more.”
Sheng Nuan kicked him, “You go.”
Mr. Fu sulked and grabbed the bucket to get more…
Half an hour later, he went again…
When they got home, it was already past ten. As they entered, Fu Yunxi still felt like he smelled of skewers.
He was quite disdainful, completely forgetting how indulgently he’d eaten half an hour before.
Fu Yunxi opened the fridge for water, and Sheng Nuan spotted the beer. She walked over and grabbed a few cans, “Wanna go upstairs and have some drinks?”
Fu Yunxi was doubtful, “With your one-glass-and-you’re-down tolerance?”
Sheng Nuan winked at him, “Isn’t it perfect if I get drunk? Then you can do whatever you want, hmm?”
Fu Yunxi paused while reaching for the water, then shifted his hand toward the beer, speaking seriously, “Don’t talk nonsense. I’m not that kind of person… I just really want some beer.”
In this villa area, there were no high-rise buildings for quite a distance, making the land extremely valuable, and for good reason. Lying on the rooftop sofa, Sheng Nuan could clearly see the stars in the sky.
Fu Yunxi sat silently on the other sofa beside her…
“Cheers.” Sheng Nuan raised her beer can to him, then tilted her head back and took a big gulp.
Fu Yunxi also tilted his head and drank more than half the can in one breath…
“Actually, when you think about it, there’s really no reason to be upset.” Sheng Nuan leaned back on the sofa, seemingly talking to no one in particular.
“Everything in the past is over, and the future hasn’t arrived yet. We should focus on the scenery right in front of us, don’t you think?”
Just as Fu Yunxi was about to respond, Sheng Nuan suddenly jumped up and shouted, “Brave Nuan Nuan, not afraid of difficulties… hic!”
Right after shouting, she hiccupped.
Fu Yunxi was caught off guard and nearly spat out the beer he’d just drunk…
Sheng Nuan turned to look at him, “Dog man!”
Fu Yunxi: ?
What did he do now?
Wasn’t it just a piece of ox tripe? Was it really that big of a deal?
Sheng Nuan said again, “Dog man!”
Fu Yunxi raised an eyebrow, “If you insult me again, I won’t be polite…”
“Not polite? You think you can beat me?” Sheng Nuan took a step forward menacingly, then swayed… Fu Yunxi was truly stunned.
Not even two cans of beer, not even half an hour… and she was already drunk?
With that tolerance, she dared to drink?
He helplessly got up and went over to support the person.
Suddenly, Sheng Nuan looked up, “I think I’m gonna throw up…”
Having just eaten so many skewers, now with the alcohol kicking in, her stomach started churning.
Fu Yunxi was truly alarmed this time, “You’re not allowed to vomit. If you dare throw up on me, you’re done, I’m telling you, you—”
Before he could finish his sentence, Sheng Nuan lowered her head, “Ugh…”
Fu Yunxi closed his eyes, veins throbbing on his forehead.
A long time later… Fu Yunxi finally cleaned Sheng Nuan up, wrapped her in a towel, and put her on the bed, then went to wash himself several times.
When he finally lay down, Fu Yunxi was exhausted, staring blankly.
Was it so hard to be a financial backer?
At that moment, Sheng Nuan suddenly snuggled into his arms… Fu Yunxi gritted his teeth but ultimately couldn’t bear to push her away and held the still slippery person close.
Then he heard Sheng Nuan murmur, “Happy birthday, dog man.”
Fu Yunxi was slightly stunned, not knowing whether to be happy or angry… But at that moment, he felt a soft, swelling warmth rise in his heart.
Just hours ago, he thought he’d have another cold, quiet birthday, like before…
After turning off the light, he lowered his head and kissed the person in his arms.
Good night, little lover.
Fu Yunxi’s good mood lasted until he got to work the next day. Not long after sitting in his office, he received a message from Sheng Nuan saying she was going back to the film set today.
Fu Yunxi’s face suddenly turned dark, and he pursed his lips and typed a reply.
Dog Fu: Why didn’t you say earlier?
Seeing his reply, Sheng Nuan was confused and asked, “Isn’t this early enough? What’s the difference?”
Soon, her phone vibrated again.
Dog Fu: There is!
Before leaving the house, he’d thought she’d be home when he got back, and now she was telling him she’d be gone!
Big difference.
Sheng Nuan couldn’t laugh or cry.
Dog Fu: How long?
Sheng Nuan: Three days.
Dog Fu: Three days again?
Sheng Nuan caught on…
Sheng Nuan: Tsk, are you reluctant to let me go?
This time, Fu Yunxi didn’t reply immediately, as if deliberately showing his indifference.
After a while…
Dog Fu: You think too much. I just want to know how long I’ll have peace.
Sheng Nuan: Side-eye smile.jpg
Dog Fu: ……
After finishing her conversation with Fu Yunxi, Sheng Nuan put down her phone, checked the email attachments one more time, confirmed there were no issues, and pressed send.
The global finals theme song competition for the ‘Assassin’s League’ was nearing its end, and the song she was going to enter was finally complete.
This time, Sheng Nuan had written an English song, ‘The Ultimate Battleground’. She liked it very much and wanted to give it a shot.
After sending the email, she went downstairs to have breakfast, then got ready to head out.
Just as she was leaving, her phone rang.
“Hello, Miss Sheng, I’m President Fu’s driver, Xiao Zhao. He asked me to take you. I’m outside.”
Sheng Nuan curled her lips… Hanging up, she walked out and sent another message to Fu Yunxi.
Sheng Nuan: The driver is here, thank you, darling.
Sheng Nuan: Kiss.jpg
When Fu Yunxi saw the kiss emoji pop up on his phone, the corners of his lips raised slightly. He replied with a “Hmm,” then remembered that he couldn’t just send one word, paused, then copied her kiss emoji and sent three of them at once.
This time, she couldn’t say he was perfunctory…
His secretary walked in, handed him some files, then suddenly asked, “President Fu, do you need me to lower the temperature in the office?”
Fu Yunxi looked up, puzzled, and the secretary quickly explained, “I saw your face was a bit flushed, so I was worried the temperature was too high.”
Fu Yunxi’s expression stiffened for a moment before he let out a light cough. “Yes, it’s a bit warm. Please lower it a little.”
“Got it, President Fu…”
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