Tiny Genius Alert! Mom & Dad Better Make Peace-Chapter 691 - 593: A Love That Penetrates the Bones—Your Exclusive Phone Number, Touched Yet? (2)
Afterwards, Yige took out the things from the suitcase one by one, haphazardly stuffed them into the wardrobe, and then shoved the suitcase into the space at the bottom of the wardrobe.
And then... it’s considered done. o(╯□╰)o
She took off the water-absorbing towel wrapped around her head, as Yige didn’t have the habit of drying her hair. She casually rubbed the towel on her head a few times and threw it onto the bed before heading downstairs.
Just then, the phone rang again.
Yige stopped her steps, turned around, and looked at the remarkably resilient phone lying on the floor.
The phone screen showed an unfamiliar number.
Yige hesitated slightly before bending down to pick up the phone from the floor, swiping the screen to answer the call.
"Awake?" A man’s deep and smiling voice brushed into her ears.
"..." Yige paused slightly, raised an eyebrow, "Lei Yicheng?"
"You make me feel like you didn’t save my number. It’s really heartbreaking." When a tough guy says something so mushy, it really, really feels odd!
Yige shivered slightly at the goosebumps on her arms, sat on the bed, "Oh, please. Is this your new number or what?"
"Heh." Lei Yicheng chuckled deeply, "A number just for you. Aren’t you touched?"
"..." Yige’s lightly lowered eyelashes trembled gently, and she smiled, "Lei Yicheng, I have to say, you’re really old-fashioned!"
"As long as it works, who cares if it’s old-fashioned or not?" Lei Yicheng said.
Tang Yige made no comment.
"Haven’t eaten yet, have you?"
"... I have." Yige said.
"I haven’t either."
"I’ve eaten!"
"I’m on my way to the studio now, should be about fifteen minutes."
"I. Have. Eaten!"
"Get dressed and wait for me nicely."
He finished with a smile and hung up the phone.
Tang Yige, "..."
...
In under fifteen minutes, Lei Yicheng called to tell Yige that he was already at the studio downstairs.
Tang Yige rubbed her forehead and had no choice but to change clothes and head downstairs.
Yige didn’t put on makeup, because she was lazy!
She dressed very casually, a pullover hoodie, jeans, and a down jacket.
Her long, wavy hair was casually tied at the back, fully revealing her delicate, deep-set little face.
Lei Yicheng leaned lightly against the car, watching Tang Yige walk briskly towards him with her hands in her jeans pockets, completely uninhibited. His hard brows raised slightly.
This woman really didn’t seem to regard him as a man.
She just came out like that!
It’s pretty disheartening!
Feeling defeated, Lei Yicheng’s heart welled up slightly, so as Yige approached, he abruptly reached out his big hand and gave her head a rough rub.
Her already somewhat untidy hair was directly turned into a bird’s nest.
Yige was furious, lifted her foot to kick Lei Yicheng, "Lei Yicheng, you jerk, what’s wrong with you!"
Lei Yicheng easily dodged, watching her furious appearance, and only then did he feel a bit balanced inside. He smiled and got into the car.
Tang Yige stood outside the car, glaring at Lei Yicheng, who had just sat down inside.
In her heart, she fiercely reminded herself several times not to take a madman seriously, otherwise she’d end up just as crazy herself!
Feeling a bit less angry, Tang Yige finally opened the car door and sat inside, but still kept a long face, not really wanting to engage with him.
Lei Yicheng lightly curved his lips, shifted gears and started the car, "What do you want to eat?"
Tang Yige gave him a cold sidelong glance.
The curve at the corners of Lei Yicheng’s mouth deepened, "How about hotpot?"
Hotpot?
How long had it been since she’d had hotpot?
Tang Yige was immediately tempted by Lei Yicheng’s "let’s have hotpot," and momentarily set aside her anger. Looking at him, she said, "I want to eat hotpot from Longchen Mansion."
Lei Yicheng gave her a gentle look and nodded, "Sure."
So they drove directly to Longchen Mansion for hotpot.
...
It was just the two of them having hotpot, so they didn’t get a private room and simply sat at a window seat with a broad view in the hall.
"Sir, Miss, would you like your hotpot base to be mildly spicy, medium spicy, spicy, or extremely spicy?" the waiter asked.
"There’s such a thing as extremely spicy?" Yige was surprised.
How "extreme" does someone have to be to eat extremely spicy hotpot!
"Yes, Miss." the waiter smiled and replied.
"Do you want to try it?" Lei Yicheng asked.
Yige shook her head decisively, "Let’s have it mildly spicy."
"Alright, Miss."
The waiter walked away.
Lei Yicheng looked at Yige, slightly surprised, "Mildly spicy? Didn’t you always claim to love spicy food? You always ordered the spiciest when we had hotpot. What’s with the change now..."
"I’m getting older, my stomach’s aging too, can’t handle the stress, so I have to take good care of it." Tang Yige said with a serious tone.
Lei Yicheng raised his eyebrows, unsure if he believed it or not.
