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Cheng Boming was thrown out by Cheng Qiuyi, who grabbed him by the ear. With no home to return to and unable to go back to school, he wandered aimlessly on the streets. Liu Shuhan, feeling sympathetic, had Cheng Qiuyi bring him back.
In the following days, Cheng Qiuyi truly experienced what it meant to be annoyed.
This ten-year-old brat was incredibly clingy, spending eighteen out of twenty-four hours chasing after Cheng Qiuyi, begging to be taken as a disciple. The previous talk of bad women and cheap women vanished; he now called her "Master" with enthusiasm, changing his attitude so quickly that even Cheng Qiuyi was taken aback. As expected from someone raised in the Cheng Family, even if spoiled, he understood the importance of being sensible.
If he had only been a nuisance to Cheng Qiuyi, she might have tolerated it. However, this kid not only clung to her but also had intentions toward Liu Shuhan! He called her "Sister Shuhan" and grinned widely whenever he saw her, trying every possible way to get close to Liu Shuhan. This was something Cheng Qiuyi could not tolerate. After several sleepless nights, she finally settled on a school and arranged for Cheng Boming to leave the next day.
"Sister Shuhan, I'm leaving. I will come back often to see you," Cheng Boming said, forcing his eyes wide open and squeezing out a few tears from the corners of his eyes, looking pitiful.
Liu Shuhan smiled awkwardly and dodged his embrace. "You need to study hard at school and not cause trouble, okay?"
"Mm!" Cheng Boming nodded vigorously, making a promise to Liu Shuhan. "Sister Shuhan, don't worry! I will definitely not disappoint you!"
Cheng Qiuyi impatiently pushed him on the shoulder. "Alright, hurry up and go. Once you're gone, I can relax."
Cheng Boming tugged at Liu Shuhan's clothing a few times to signal her to bend down. When she did, he whispered in her ear, "Sister Shuhan, when I grow up, I will marry you."
Liu Shuhan glanced awkwardly at Cheng Qiuyi and felt a bit speechless towards Cheng Boming. "You... just focus on studying well for now. Older sisters don't like children with poor grades..."
The school Cheng Qiuyi found this time was an ordinary boarding school with relatively strict management. Most of the students were from regular families, and hardly anyone knew about the Cheng Family. Cheng Qiuyi wasn't worried that Cheng Boming would be bullied because of Cheng Tianhong and Shen Wenqin's identities. Ironically, those identities that once made Cheng Boming proud had now become a source of ridicule for him; indeed, life is unpredictable.
"Master, while I'm away, you must take good care of Sister Shuhan," Cheng Boming instructed Cheng Qiuyi like an adult.
Cheng Qiuyi mocked him, "You should take care of yourself first before talking."
This little brat is quite devoted to Liu Shuhan, but unfortunately, Liu Shuhan has long been Cheng Qiuyi's person. If Cheng Boming really recognized her as his master, he would have to call Liu Shuhan "Master's Wife."
After sending Cheng Boming off, Cheng Qiuyi and Liu Shuhan's lives, which had been thrown into chaos these past few days, returned to normal. However, Cheng Qiuyi noticed something strange: Liu Shuhan had been coming home later and later.
Cheng Qiuyi was somewhat of an unemployed drifter and had a lot of free time. For a while, she would pick Liu Shuhan up from work every day. Liu Shuhan had refused several times, saying, "Qiu Yi, the company isn't far from home. You don't have anything to do, so don't keep running back and forth; it's a hassle."
"No way! You're already tired from work every day. Do you want to squeeze onto the subway when you come back?" Cheng Qiuyi suddenly had an idea. "Hey, how about I buy you a car?"
"Get lost." Liu Shuhan was both amused and exasperated. "I don't even have a driver's license; why would I buy one? Right now your money is my money. I'm warning you not to spend it recklessly, got it?"
"Then let me pick you up after work," Cheng Qiuyi said straightforwardly. "Unless you give me a reason that I can accept."
"I... I..." Liu Shuhan stammered for a long time. Finally, closing her eyes and steeling her heart, she spoke the truth. "Everyone at the company is saying that... they say I'm being kept by some rich old man who drives a luxury car to pick me up every day."
Cheng Qiuyi laughed. "What kind of eyes do those people have? Where's this rich old man? Is there one as handsome as me?"
"But... I think what they're saying is true..." Liu Shuhan's brows furrowed deeply. "Qiu Yi, I'm eating your food, wearing your clothes, living in your place; isn't that just being kept by you..."
"Hey, hey, hey! Just now you said my money is your money; how come you're changing your tune now?" Cheng Qiuyi interrupted Liu Shuhan before she could finish.
Cheng Qiuyi was annoyed that Liu Shuhan cared too much about what others thought. She would dwell on a few random words from others for a long time. She sighed and said, "Shu Han, you and I are one; how can I make you understand that we are inseparable?"
Later, Cheng Qiuyi compromised and agreed to Liu Shuhan's request, no longer picking her up and dropping her off at work every day, rain or shine.
Little did she know that this would result in Liu Shuhan coming home later and later!
Cheng Qiuyi stood with her arms crossed, watching the second hand of the clock on the wall tick away methodically. After the second hand had swept past the number "12" for what felt like the umpteenth time, the hour hand pointed precisely at "7."
Good, very good.
Cheng Qiuyi ground her teeth in frustration.
She knew Liu Shuhan's company's schedule better than Liu Shuhan herself; they finished work promptly at five o'clock every afternoon. It took Liu Shuhan half an hour to get home, and adding another half hour as a buffer meant she should be back by six.
Now it was already seven o'clock, and there wasn't even a shadow of Liu Shuhan in sight.
Another half an hour passed before Cheng Qiuyi finally heard the sound of Liu Shuhan opening the door.
"You're back?" Cheng Qiuyi stood at the entrance with a dark expression, resembling a guardian deity.
"I'm... I'm back. Did you... eat yet?" Liu Shuhan's gaze flickered, clearly hiding something from Cheng Qiuyi.
"Where have you been?"
"I've been busy at work these past few days; I was working overtime... You must be hungry, right? I'll go make you dinner!"
Liu Shuhan sensed the dangerous atmosphere in the air and wanted to slip away, but she was stopped by Cheng Qiuyi's outstretched hand.
"Really?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Liu Shuhan nodded vigorously. "So, um, can you let go of my hand? I'm going to cook..."
She pushed Cheng Qiuyi's hand down and dashed into the kitchen like the wind.
Cheng Qiuyi stood at the doorway, silent and motionless, her expression complex. Liu Shuhan was lying; she had never lied to Cheng Qiuyi before. Cheng Qiuyi had already called their company yesterday, and the receptionist had stammered, unable to say what Liu Shuhan had been up to these past few days, clearly having been briefed by Liu Shuhan beforehand.
Seeing Liu Shuhan looking obviously exhausted yet spirited these past two days made Cheng Qiuyi feel both angry and a bit heartbroken. Liu Shuhan seemed to be going somewhere every day, coming home every night so tired that she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, yet each time she returned from work, she looked so happy, as if...
Cheng Qiuyi's thoughts shifted, and she suddenly understood. Her expression finally softened, even revealing a hint of a smile. This silly girl was acting like a thief, all for such a trivial matter.
"Qiu Yi, I bought a fish; it's really fresh. Is it okay if I make it braised?" Liu Shuhan called from the kitchen.
"I want it steamed with less ginger," Cheng Qiuyi replied as she entered the kitchen to help Liu Shuhan wash vegetables and plates. Although she still couldn't cook, she had become quite adept at washing and chopping vegetables. Her knife skills were impressive enough to almost make Liu Shuhan envious.
"No way! Ginger is used to kill bacteria and remove fishy smells; if you use too little, the steamed fish won't taste good." Liu Shuhan placed the fish in the steamer and started frying vegetables. Soon, the aroma of cooking filled the kitchen, bringing warmth to the previously cold room.
This home only felt like a home when Liu Shuhan was there.
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