Chapter 22.1 - These crab claws really are delicious.
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An Zeru continued to stand in place, dressed in a suit with his back upright, his stature appeared especially tall. Cen Simiao's gaze couldn't help but land on his waist, which was hidden behind the two buttons of his suit jacket, very standard, very proper.
But his strong abdominal muscles were still rather conspicuous.
Then lifting her eyes, An Zeru was pursing his lips, and while there wasn’t any irritation in his expression and his brows implied a smile, his eyes were cold. He walked to the front of her desk, treading the ground with his leather shoes.
He stood up straight, and in a rising tone, he asked jokingly, "Are you secretly in love with me?"
There was no way that she didn’t have a hand in what happened today. She was abnormal from the first time he met her. Then later, he had tried all sorts of ways to find her, but it still resulted in no clues whatsoever.
When he saw her again at the An’s family home, he was once again choked until he was full of anger. He originally planned to never see her again, yet unexpectedly, she managed to scheme him here today.
Cen Simiao picked up her coffee and took a sip - it was a bit bitter. She replied, “No.”
An Zeru threw her a glance as if she had a mental problem. Cen Simiao squinted and drank the rest of the coffee "I just want to bed you."
Then she pushed the cup towards him. "Go to the lounge and pour me a cup of coffee. Remember to add sugar."
An Zeru choked and had wanted to retort back, but even after opening and closing his mouth for a while, he still didn’t manage to find the words. So he just took a glance at the coffee cup, grabbed it with one hand, and walked out.
He only recovered after the door had already closed.
On what grounds was he getting coffee for her? He still hasn't decided whether he was going to do this.
Turning back around, he planned to push open the door again when his hand froze atop the handle. Just from remembering her appearance, his heart was particularly vexed. He ruffled his hair a bit and walked sullenly to the lounge.
An Zeru held the coffee as he hid in the stairwell to call his old man.
He was particularly unwilling to give in. "Dad, this is the girl that you said had relied on herself to become full-time? What did you treat her father as?"
His old man was even more temperamental than he was. "No one knew she was entering the company, if she didn’t rely on herself, who could she have relied on!? Don’t be so fussy, hurry up and go work, don’t speak on the phone this much during work hours! If you dare escape at the last minute, you’re not allowed to go out for a month!"
In an instant, the phone was hung.
An Zeru tightly clenched his cell phone, while his face was livid. Walking back to Cen Simao’s office with the coffee, he placed it on the table and with his tone particularly strong, "Drink quickly, what else do I need to do?"
Cen Simao did not look at him and just appeared calm and unhurried. She reached for coffee which was still a little hot and gently blew at it before taking a sip. She frowned and nitpicked, "Too sweet. How much sugar did you put in?"
An Zeru, who was used to being arrogant and proud, raised an eyebrow. "Don’t remember."
The coffee was placed back on the table again, ripples appearing because of the movement. Cen Simiao raised her eyes and cast a glance towards the corner of the wall. An Zeru's line of sight followed her over.
A broom and a dustpan leaned against the corner.
He seemed to have thought of something and his eyes widened, then he heard a particularly bland sentence. "Go and sweep the floor of the room."
An Zeru turned his head and tightened his chin as ridicule flashed across his face. His hair was originally rather stubborn, so now that it was a little disordered, he looked like a hedgehog. "Are you kidding me? I'm here to intern, yes, but you still can't order me around to clean."
"You’re a designer, while I also specifically came to learn that. Yet now you want me to sweep the floor and wipe the tables?"
Cen Simiao didn’t bother to say too much and only added, "Also to get coffee."
After a pause, it appeared as if An Zeru wanted to explode. Cen Simiao pursed her lips and restrained her expression, putting on an indistinct smile instead. She leaned back on the chair, appearing indolent and willful, and lifted her chin. "You don’t agree?"
An Zeru had wanted to get angry at her, but once he saw her posture, his words became firmly stuck in his throat.
Yet Cen Simiao simply had to continue. "Once you’re here, it’s fully up to me how I plan to teach you. If you want to quickly get through this, so you can go back with good news, I can tell you a way. Meet me at the hotel tonight."
An Zeru stared at her with widened eyes and couldn’t calm back down. "You’re f★ck★ng dreaming! I just won’t work anymore, isn’t that enough!?"
Cen Simiao nodded. "Of course. That is, as long as you are fine with saying goodbye to your face[1]. The matter that Young Master An isn’t able to suffer any hardships at all... What would others think if they knew?"
"Also, as long as you can explain to Uncle An, then that’s fine as well."
An Zeru’s two legs which were about to walk out the door suddenly froze. He tightly pursed his lips as the anger between his brows became deeper, then he turned back to glare at Cen Simiao.
Cen Simiao held up her coffee and allowed him to stare. Taking another sip and she was left was a cloying sweetness on the tip of her tongue, it had completely lost all the flavors a cup of coffee should have. As she looked back up, she saw that he was still wearing the same facial expression as before. "Why are you still just standing there? Hurry up and move."
An Zeru went to get the broom with his face still livid and stiffly swept the ground. He even had to try three times before he managed to get the paper ball that was next to the wastebin into the dustpan.
This scene appeared in front of Cen Simiao’s eyes and she couldn't help but shake her head. Even the system couldn’t bear to continue watching by the side and asked while feeling unconvinced, "What do you have to shake your head about? If you were to sweep, you would be about the same and who knows if your skill would be as good as his."
Cen Simiao: "I’ve yet to try it before, so how would you know that I would be inferior to him?"
The system choked and couldn’t say anything more. It opened the world selection screen and pondered for a long while.
[1] For those unfamiliar, ‘face’ is an encompassing term that meshes reputation and credibility, similar to a medieval knight’s honor, not Mulan honor.
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