Tiny Genius Alert! Mom & Dad Better Make Peace-Chapter 491 - 458: Jun, Your Cold Life: The Beginning
My... Tongtong?
Jian Liangtong’s eyes widened, always a little dazed in front of him.
Huo Shaojun spread his palm and gently rubbed her head. His tone was tender yet solemn, also carrying a sort of declaration, "From now on, you are mine."
"..."
The response Huo Shaojun got was a few strange sounds, coming from...
Huo Shaojun raised an eyebrow, looking at Jian Liangtong’s stomach.
Jian Liangtong was so embarrassed she wanted to dig a hole and hide in it!
"Skipped breakfast?" Huo Shaojun furrowed his brows lightly, looking a bit reprimanding at Jian Liangtong.
Jian Liangtong touched her stomach. Given the situation, she hadn’t planned on covering it up awkwardly. That would just make her seem less straightforward.
She nodded, saying, "Didn’t eat."
Huo Shaojun lightly furrowed his brows, leading Jian Liangtong towards the study door, "Do you often skip breakfast like this?"
"I eat if I have a morning class, and don’t if I don’t have a class." Jian Liangtong was being pulled along, her eyes inadvertently glancing at a certain spot on him.
In such a little time, she couldn’t really see anything there.
Wait...
Jian Liangtong bit her lower lip. What was she just looking at, thinking about?
Jian Liangtong, can’t you have fewer "yellow" thoughts in your head!
Jian Liangtong self-reflectively touched her forehead, her expression a bit of a mix between wanting to laugh and cry.
When Huo Shaojun unintentionally looked back, he saw Jian Liangtong with an embarrassed look, almost crying but not quite, about to laugh but not quite, and his thin lips couldn’t help but curl slightly.
Downstairs, in the open kitchen.
Jian Liangtong kneeled on the high chair, her upper body slightly lying on the countertop, watching Huo Shaojun roll up his sleeves and methodically prepare the ingredients.
"Want some pasta?" Huo Shaojun took out the pasta and asked Jian Liangtong.
Jian Liangtong nodded, "I’m not picky."
Huo Shaojun smirked, "Pigs aren’t picky either."
Jian Liangtong felt stifled and puffed her cheeks in a glare at Huo Shaojun.
Huo Shaojun seemed not to notice, focusing intently on preparing the pasta.
Jian Liangtong glared on until it seemed boring, and then she consoled herself internally. For someone making her a meal, she decided not to hold it against him.
Pouting her red lips, Jian Liangtong watched Huo Shaojun’s knife skills while slyly glancing at him from the corner of her eye, "Is what you’re making edible?"
Huo Shaojun’s mouth twitched slightly, lifting his eyes to give Jian Liangtong a cold stare.
Jian Liangtong laughed awkwardly, quickly saying, "Seeing your knife skills are so good, you must be at the master chef level."
"Hmph." Huo Shaojun snorted coldly, "Food for pigs doesn’t need great cooking skills."
"..." So he just switches to his venomous tongue at a snap, huh?
Jian Liangtong rolled her eyes, muttering, "Pigs have aspirations too, you know?"
"What aspirations do pigs have?" Huo Shaojun gave her a sidelong glance.
"Pigs aspire to... eat and sleep, sleep and eat." Jian Liangtong laughed.
Huo Shaojun’s hand paused, lifting his eyes to stare at Jian Liangtong’s smiling face, curling his lips, "Ever thought of living a life of eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating?"
"Who wouldn’t want to?" Jian Liangtong answered frankly.
"Then be my assistant."
Huo Shaojun narrowed his eyes slightly, the glint in his eyes inexplicably made Jian Liangtong’s scalp tighten.
Jian Liangtong lowered her legs to sit on the high chair, avoiding eye contact with Huo Shaojun, and huffed, "I’ve said it, I won’t be your assistant."
Huo Shaojun took out a frying pan, placed it on the heat, poured a little olive oil, and began making the pasta sauce, "Why not be my assistant?"
Jian Liangtong listened to the sizzling oil, propping her chin with one hand, staring at the frying pan, absent-mindedly replying, "Just don’t want to."
Huo Shaojun frowned, glanced at her, and pressed his lips without speaking.
Soon, the pasta, made personally by someone, was ready.
Jian Liangtong couldn’t help but gulp at the aroma, eager to reach out her hand to grab it.
However, just as her hand was about to touch the plate of pasta, Huo Shaojun took it away first.
Jian Liangtong’s heart skipped a beat as she watched Huo Shaojun walk out of the kitchen with the delicious-looking and -smelling pasta; all she could see was his cool and aloof back.
"Uh, wasn’t that for me?" Jian Liangtong, being a little gluttonous, stared longingly at Huo Shaojun’s back and said softly.
Huo Shaojun ignored her.
Jian Liangtong licked her lips, jumped off the stool, and quickly followed, touching her belly.
Huo Shaojun carried the pasta into the dining room and sat at the main seat.
Jian Liangtong, like a small tail, followed behind him, looking at him, then at the pasta in front of him.
"Sit." Huo Shaojun said.
Jian Liangtong, always adaptable, would do anything for a bowl of pasta, so she obediently sat next to him, staring at Huo Shaojun with big, innocent eyes.
"Want to eat?" Huo Shaojun stared at her.
"..." Isn’t that obvious? She was so hungry her chest was sticking to her back!
Jian Liangtong frowned tightly and nodded.
Huo Shaojun raised an eyebrow, "If you want to eat, then tell me why you won’t be my assistant?"
"I just don’t want to." Jian Liangtong showed a helpless expression, as if saying she had already answered this question countless times. How many more times did he need to ask?
Huo Shaojun’s jaw tightened slightly, "Why don’t you want to do it?"
Jian Liangtong pursed her lips, "Not wanting to do it is the reason."
Huo Shaojun looked into Jian Liangtong’s eyes, which had cooled down, and his thin lips pressed into a straight line.
Jian Liangtong looked at his cold and heavy face, and her heart sank along with it.
Suddenly, Huo Shaojun stood up from his seat, "Eat."
With those two indifferent words thrown down, Huo Shaojun left the dining room.
Jian Liangtong stared at his departing figure, her almond eyes dimming slightly.
With an empty plate in hand, Jian Liangtong left the dining room, silently deciding to leave after washing the dishes.
Standing in front of the kitchen sink, Jian Liangtong’s dishwashing posture seemed a bit clumsy, but it was clear she was washing them very seriously.
Jian Liangtong was an only child, and she was the only granddaughter on her grandparents’ side, so she was doted on from a young age.
Although her mother was strict, Jian Liangtong was never made to do housework.
Even the laundry that Jian Liangtong had to do at school, He Xinyun would have her bring back so she could wash them, fearing she couldn’t wash them clean herself.
So in terms of daily life, Jian Liangtong was completely a life idiot.
The fact that she didn’t break a dish the first time washing them was already a blessing.
After washing the dishes, Jian Liangtong seriously placed them on the countertop before exhaling, satisfied as she walked out of the kitchen.
As she walked into the living room, she saw Huo Shaojun sitting on the sofa, holding some sort of document in his hands.
Jian Liangtong stood there, quietly watching Huo Shaojun.
This man had matured beyond the vibrant and handsome young boy in her memories, his facial features more sharp and severe, the lines cold, making him seem unapproachable.
But how did such an apparently unsmiling face manage to create so many vibrant and lively screen roles?
Could it be... he had two faces?
Jian Liangtong’s eyelashes flickered as she realized she was once again indulging in her nonsensical thoughts and quickly stopped herself, walking towards Huo Shaojun.
"Um..." Jian Liangtong hadn’t even spoken yet when her hand was suddenly grasped by his warm, large hand, startling her into a soft cry as she looked at Huo Shaojun in surprise.
"Take a look," Huo Shaojun said, pulling her to sit beside him and stuffing the document into her hand.
Jian Liangtong asked suspiciously, "What’s this?"
Huo Shaojun stared at her, "The stuff is in your hand; you’ll know after looking."
"..." Jian Liangtong’s mouth twitched lightly as she picked up the document to look at it.
Seeing the big words "Employment Contract," Jian Liangtong’s brow furrowed.
When her gaze fell on the parties involved, identified as someone and herself, Jian Liangtong immediately lost interest in looking, turning her head to look at Huo Shaojun, "Do you think that my constant refusal to be your assistant was a joke? Or did I somehow make you think that my resolve is weak, which is why you persist?"
"Won’t you first look at your salary and benefits?" Huo Shaojun said.
Jian Liangtong remained silent.
Huo Shaojun squinted, took the contract back from her hand, flipped to the salary and benefits section, and placed it in front of Jian Liangtong.
Jian Liangtong was forced to see it.
Honestly, even though she was determined not to become his assistant, seeing the terms he offered stirred her emotions considerably.
The terms were just too generous.
Jian Liangtong swallowed, "You, you shouldn’t waste your time; I, I can never agree to be your assistant. Even if you offer me an annual salary of two million, a month’s vacation, and a manager’s title, it would, it would still be in vain."
Huo Shaojun pressed his lips, "Is that so?"
"Of course. I have dreams," Jian Liangtong lifted her chin, said firmly.
"Aren’t your dreams just to eat and sleep, and sleep and eat?" Huo Shaojun said coldly.
Jian Liangtong, "..."
"You don’t have to be in a hurry to refuse me; go back and think it over," Huo Shaojun said.
"I..."
"I said, you don’t have to be in a hurry to refuse me," Huo Shaojun tightened his brows, his tone suddenly stern.
Jian Liangtong’s heart trembled, staring at his lightly composed face, feeling defeated.
West Gate of G University.
Jian Liangtong unbuckled her seatbelt and glanced at the man beside her, "Thank you for bringing me back."
Huo Shaojun looked at her bright little face and those dust-free eyes, his palm itching slightly, uncontrollably reaching out to ruffle her soft hair.
Jian Liangtong backed away, unsuccessfully, and let her face droop a little, pouting as she glanced at him with dissatisfaction.
Huo Shaojun found it amusing; the more she was like this, the more he wanted to do it.
Before long, Jian Liangtong’s silky black hair was ruffled into a bird nest by him.
Jian Liangtong was so angry she huffed and puffed, trying to swat his hand away, only to find her hand caught and enveloped by his palm...
Jian Liangtong’s lashes fluttered as she bit her lower lip, mustering all her strength to yank her hand free.
"If you move again, believe it or not, I’ll take you right now!" He suddenly gritted his teeth and muttered.
Jian Liangtong’s fair cheeks flushed with embarrassment, "You pervert!"
Pervert?
Huo Shaojun wickedly curled his lips, his cold eyes blazing with dark fire as he leaned over and wrapped an arm around Jian Liangtong’s slender waist, lifting her onto his lap, one hand steadying her waist, the other cradling the back of her head, his voice husky, "Since you said so, wouldn’t it be a waste not to live up to it?"
The next second, his lips claimed hers dominantly.
Finally, Huo Shaojun left Jian Liangtong’s lips.
