Chapter 11.2 - What have you relied on to arrive at this day? (2)
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Needed money for his wallet, needed money for his belt, needed money for his watch, and even for his underwear, he stretched out his hand asking for money. Cen Simiao gritted her teeth and withdrew the meagre savings that she had left.
For the first time, she experienced what it felt like to raise a little white face[1].
But the crux of the matter is, he can’t be eaten.
She was actually very cooperative now, but Wu Lichen continued to maintain his upright face, not paying any attention to what she said.
The money was spent so sullenly.
Cen Simiao opened the window of the balcony and lit a cigarette. The end of the cigarette flickered in the dark room. She had her phone in her phone, contacting the person who wanted to buy the variety show.
Now that Wu Lichen’s popularity was quite high, the price had increased significantly.
She narrowed her eyes and was about to reply when she heard a sound coming from the door. Immediately, her back which was leaning against the wall straightened, she turned to look over as she quickly snuffed out the cigarette.
Wu Lichen’s body permeated the scent of alcohol. He reached out to pull off his tie, then kneaded his glabella before turning on the light in the living room as the alcohol rushed to his head. His voice was vague, a bit incoherent. "Cen-jie."
Cen Simiao was wearing a thin nightgown that revealed her fair skin, long and slender legs, and slim waist.
While still standing on the balcony, she turned her head to the side and answered.
Wu Lichen raised his eyes and was stunned. At the moment, the tight frown between his brows had a new touch of foolishness as he continued to stare distractedly, and his drunken gasping turned heavier. Subconsciously, he swallowed as he also unfastened two of his shirt’s buttons as well.
Cen Simiao turned her head to avoid his gaze.
The room was particularly quiet, so the sound of Wu Lichen breathing flooded her eardrums. Cen Simiao didn't look at him and could only hear the sound from the friction of his clothing against the sofa.
"Patter—" There was the sound of the belt buckle being undone.
Cen Simiao lowered her head, her loose strays fell by her ears as she slightly bit her lips, seemingly in a fluster, really provoking one to take a bit of pity on.
The breathing suddenly became heavier.
She frowned and turned to look.
Wu Lichen's face had turned red and his eyes were dark as his gaze stayed firmly fixed on Cen Simiao while his hands kept moving. As his head leaned back, his throat became even more prominent, and the sound of swallowing drilled into her ears.
Cen Simiao stiffened.
Then, there was a sudden low gasp, and his head lowered. Completely leaning against the sofa, his entire person seemed to have lost his strength.
Ha-ha.
Ah, f★ck.
Early the next morning, Cen Simao particularly seriously went to discuss the matter with Wu Lichen.
"Do you know what you did last night?" Her expression was grave.
Wu Lichen drowsily yawned. "What’d I do?"
Cen Simiao appeared cold and indifferent, and responded with a lifted chin, "You rubbed."
Wu Lichen was stumped for a moment, then coughed a few times. "I don’t seem to have the impression."
As he got ready to continue explaining, he heard her say, "You violated the agreement, so I won't give you any money this month."
Rather unwillingly, Wu Lichen raised his eyes to look at her then nodded.
Wu Lichen was particularly attentive as he cleaned the house. He grabbed the garbage bag, planning to change it when his gaze suddenly froze and his eyes narrowed. Inside was a cigarette butt, with a lipstick imprint.
Cen Simiao laid on the sofa after having discussed the matter of earning money for the majority of the day. If everything goes well, she will probably become a rich woman within half a month.
Just after she had closed WeChat, a notification sounded out.
Liu Si: 【Cen-jie, I have a new dish here.】
She chuckled.
Cen Simiao didn't pay attention to this at all. But then, just two days later, Liu Si directly called. She hadn’t saved the other number, and so was taken aback for a moment before finally accepting the call.
The other side’s tone was exceptionally enthusiastic.
Cen Simiao subconsciously wanted to hang up when suddenly her gaze drifted and saw Wu Lichen who was on the side. Her eyes narrowed and her tone subtly shifted as she decided to follow along with what Liu Si was saying.
Even up until the call ended, Wu Lichen still hadn't given any reaction.
[1] I should have mentioned this before. Tend to use to refer to a good-looking young man as a derogatory term, implying that the other is selling themselves. Essentially a male sugar baby.
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