Chapter 13.2 - The favorability won’t rise if it wasn’t done.
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Wu Lichen was currently backstage removing his makeup while holding his mobile phone, staring at the screen with a cold expression, his fingers tapping it from time to time.
The make-up artist next to him kept on doing her work. "You two are really loving. These few days, you guys would contact each other as long as there is a bit of free time."
Wu Lichen lowered his eyes and answered. Feeling very irritated, he pursed his thin lips and dialed her phone.
It was turned off.
The makeup artist turned around and was about to speak but was startled by Wu Lichen's expression. His eyebrows were full of anger, his jaw tense, and his eyes were gloomy. It was the first time for her to see him like that.
Cen Simiao didn't return home until it was dark.
The room was pitch black; upon turning on the light, it immediately lit up. She felt that her legs were very tired. After changing into slippers, she went to the refrigerator to grab a drink, took a few sips, and immediately felt much cooler.
Turning on the TV.
Recently, a lot of programs had Wu Lichen’s figure in them. In front of the audience, he appeared upright, outspoken, and well-tempered. Adding on his pair of peach blossom eyes, with just a smile and he could easily collect people’s favorable impressions.
Cen Simiao nestled on the sofa, taking a pack of cigarettes out of her bag. Lighting it with a lighter, holding it between her fingertips, she took a deep sip and blew out the smoke, swiftly feeling refreshed.
Her eyes were narrowed while her posture was careless and languid.
The sound of TV filled the room, but Cen Simiao didn't look up. She took out her phone, before remembering she had turned it off earlier. So only after a while did the screen light up again.
Ready to open a game, suddenly a text message notification sounded.
Missed call reminders.
There were almost dozens of them.
Cen Simiao pondered while on the dialing interface, yet exited back out after all.
The favorability rating was at 97%.
Wu Lichen's voice suddenly sounded from the TV. Subconsciously, she raised her eyes. It was a talk show, which was different from the current popular reality TV. But this program host’s style of rhetoric was quite unique, so the ratings weren’t low.
Wu Lichen was dressed in a suit, his tie done up very orderly, completely different compared to that day when he used it to tie her up. There was a slightly joking tone underlying the conversation, and he was able to keep up even when the host threw out jokes from time to time.
Hypocritical.
Cen Simiao drank a mouthful of the drink and didn't want to continue watching TV. She opened Weibo and scrolled through it for a while. After the cigarette was finished, she lit another. The sound of sparking a lighter always made her uncontrollably excited.
To actually smoke was secondary.
Half of the cigarette had already burned through again, and Wu Lichen was still kindly and pleasantly conversing, even laughing from time to time. She lazily stretched and felt a bit sleepy. Putting down her phone, she massaged her glabella with her fingertips.
Yet all of a sudden, she heard the host ask, "We all know that you recently got married. Then how does it feel to suddenly go from being single to being married?"
Cen Simiao raised her line of sight.
Wu Lichen's lips held a small smile. "The same as ordinary couples. I would be enjoying games at night, she will then throw a tantrum, which I will then hurry to coax."
The host laughed. "Then after coaxing? Will you quickly turn off the game? This family’s training is quite strict. I didn't expect you are actually a fan of games."
Wu Lichen's eyes were gentle. "This game can't be closed. After coaxing, I must take the opportunity to play another round."
The host expressed surprise, then immediately exaggeratedly smiled. "What game do you play?"
Wu Lichen: "Close-range, 1v1 fighting type."
Beast. In. Human. Clothing.
Cen Simiao was still scolding in her heart when her mobile phone rang. She glanced down, it was an unknown phone number. Was this because he thought she deliberately did not answer the phone, and so took someone else's phone to call?
The call connected.
Before she even spoke, the other side already affectionately called out a “Cen-jie.”
Cen Simiao paused and frowned while taking another glance at the phone number, it was not his voice. "Who might you be?"
Her tone was particularly cold, but it did not affect the other’s enthusiasm at all. Still calling her “Cen-jie, Cen-jie,” causing her to become impatient, before finally saying who he was.
"I'm an artist under Liu-ge. The last time we scheduled to meet, you were in a hurry, so we didn’t have time..."
Cen Simiao listened until she was thoroughly confused and was about to hang up when she heard the sound of the bedroom door opening. She looked over in surprise. The hand holding the cigarette quivered. Wu Lichen was standing at the door in his pajamas, his hair messy, his face showing sleepiness.
The TV suddenly became louder.
The host pretended to be mysterious. "In fact, I wanted to ask you. Marriage is actually a very unstable thing, have you ever thought about divorce?"
Wu Lichen was startled. "I have."
Cen Simiao raised her eyes. He didn’t pay attention to the TV at all but just stared at her mobile phone, pursing his lips.
The host shouted, "What?! You actually have?! Then have you thought about what you would do when that day comes?"
"Kneel down."
Cen Simiao opened her mouth and still haven’t spoken yet when suddenly everything went dark, the sound of the TV also disappeared. The power went out.
The room suddenly became quiet, but the voice coming from the mobile phone was very clear.
"Cen-jie, I really miss you. Do you have time to meet tomorrow?"
The author has something to say:
Who’s kneeling?
Kneel where?
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