Chapter 22

After dealing with all sorts of people who had come to inquire and subtly showing off his new plane and yacht, Tang Mingxi realized he was hungry.

Mingxi No. 1 came with a private nutritionist and chef, who could rotate cuisines for an entire week without repeating a single dish.

But Tang Mingxi disliked having too many people coming and going in his home, so only a few days after moving in, he waved his hand and dismissed most of the staff.

He kept only a few efficient, reliable ones, who came by at fixed times every day to clean the house.

Of course, most importantly, Tang Mingxi's nutritionist imposed extremely strict controls on every bit of junk food entering Tang Mingxi's stomach!

He had been here for several months already without a single sip of soda, without a single burger, and he had not even eaten crayfish during crayfish season!

Was that reasonable? TvT!

Tang Mingxi sprawled on a sofa of which only fifteen sets had been released worldwide and ordered takeout. His long, pale fingers slid across the screen as he searched for nearby crayfish restaurants.

Unfortunately, Mingxi No. 1 was located in the center of Ningcheng. Beside it ran the historic Cang River, while the bustling financial district lay right next door. Four major streets crisscrossed the area, luxury boutiques stood one after another, expensive cars flowed constantly through the roads, and even the streets smelled of extravagant designer shampoo.

It was a little difficult for a crayfish restaurant to establish itself here :)

After scrolling to the very bottom, Tang Mingxi finally found two crayfish places.

In the end, he happily chose the one offering a thirty-yuan cash coupon for every four hundred spent.

Note: Be careful when you arrive. Don't make any noise. Just leave it on the ground outside, and I'll come out to get it myself.

Otherwise, his nutritionist would catch him red-handed.

Did he not have any dignity?

An hour and a half later, the delivery guy circled around the entrance of Mingxi No. 1 for ages before finally working up the courage to press the doorbell of this mansion worth hundreds of millions.

After security clearance and facial recognition, Tang Mingxi finally got the crayfish he had been longing for.

The delivery was set on the stone island counter. Tang Mingxi put on two disposable gloves and looked at the huge basin of fragrant, appetizing crayfish before hesitating.

Should he call Ye Heng downstairs to eat with him?

After all, Ye Heng had treated him to meals a few times. He ought to return the favor.

For the past half year, Tang Mingxi had been busy with intensive swimming training and had not gone looking for trouble with Ye Heng again.

Their relationship had gone from mutual destruction at the beginning to complete indifference now.

After all, the male lead was not a pervert. If Tang Mingxi did not bother him, he could not be bothered to pay Tang Mingxi any attention either.

Besides, by this point in the original novel's plot, Ye Heng had already gotten in touch with the old steward in Cloud Capital and begun a series of business moves.

That was also why Tang Mingxi could so righteously fleece Ye Heng!

After hesitating for a moment, Tang Mingxi knocked on Ye Heng's door.

When the door opened, Tang Mingxi saw a faintly surprised expression on Ye Heng's usually cold face.

Tang Mingxi got straight to the point, his reserved tone carrying a hint of arrogance. "I ordered takeout. Want some?"

Ye Heng stared at him, as if trying to determine whether Tang Mingxi, who was helpless in daily life, was actually capable of ordering takeout.

"What takeout?"

"Crayfish!"

At that point, their conversation fell into a brief silence.

The next second, Ye Heng seemed to understand something and showed a fleeting expression of just as I thought.

He said coolly, "Next time you want me to peel crayfish shells, just say so. No need to beat around the bush."

Tang Mingxi:?

Very well, man. You asked for this yourself :)

Social Death

After Tang Mingxi finished eating the crayfish Ye Heng had peeled for him, he immediately turned hostile and pulled Wang Min out of his blacklist again, launching into several hundred words of abuse aimed at Ye Heng.

He said Ye Heng did not know what was good for him and treated kindness like donkey liver and lungs. Couldn't he simply have been inviting Ye Heng to dinner??

Ye Heng had even killed him in his dream last night, and he had not gotten angry about it.

Yet Ye Heng had actually maliciously slandered his character :)

After sending several hundred sweeping words, he received Wang Min's reply:

[Did he peel them?]

[He did.]

[Did you eat them?]

[I did.]

Wang Min's rapid-fire replies exploded across the WeChat screen like cannonballs:

[Can you be a little nicer to someone who just got dumped? (smile)]

[What kind of new personality-based humiliation is this? Fun fact: humans can't eat dog food. (smile)]

[All right, I know you and your husband are deeply in love. Anything else? (smile)]

Tang Mingxi: [?]

The next second, Wang Min sent another message.

A painfully familiar red exclamation mark appeared on the WeChat screen:

Message sent, but rejected by the recipient.

Ridiculous.

Tang Mingxi blacklisted Wang Min again. Even after setting down his phone, those two words still filled his mind.

He had clearly gone to insult that dog of a male lead. Where exactly had Wang Min seen him showing off affection?

He was getting goosebumps, okay? :)

Thinking of Wang Min's taste in men, then thinking of that scumbag Tang Yu.

Tang Mingxi was sure now. Wang Min must have had a problem with her eyesight. Only someone blind would think that was showing off affection.

After eating his fill, he saw Ye Heng still busy by the stone island counter.

The electrical box at Mingxi No. 1 could not be fixed anytime soon, so the dishwasher was not running, and Tang Mingxi had not called the servants in to clean up either.

Thus, the leftover bowls and plates were piled in the sink, waiting for Ye Heng to wash them by hand.

From Tang Mingxi's perspective, there was nothing to fault about Ye Heng's looks as the male lead.

He was tall and slender, looking lean in clothes but well-built without them.

His lashes were straight, long, and thick; his nose bridge was high; his complexion porcelain-pale; and his air hovered somewhere between boyhood and manhood. Tang Mingxi wondered what he would look like once he had fully grown into his features.

Looking at Ye Heng's foam-covered hands, Tang Mingxi somehow recalled the way Ye Heng had peeled the crayfish just now.

A tiny bit of guilt rose in his heart. Well, although Ye Heng had asked to peel them himself...

Still, after eating the crayfish someone else had peeled, making that person wash the dishes too did not seem very nice.

Just as Tang Mingxi was agonizing over it, Ye Heng received a call from the company.

This undoubtedly gave Tang Mingxi an out. The guilt in his heart overcame reason, and he decided to condescend to wash the remaining few plates.

Well, accepting food from someone made one indebted.

It was only washing dishes.

It was not like it was some terribly difficult task!

"Tell him the annualized return rate must be at least 23%. If he can't achieve that, have Chen Gongmin go directly to HR and complete the procedures. The company doesn't keep useless people."

Hearing Ye Heng's reply, He Wenfang let out a sigh of relief. "Understood."

He was about to say something when a burst of crashing sounds suddenly came through Ye Heng's phone—the sound of bowls and plates falling to the floor and shattering.

On the phone, Ye Heng's breathing noticeably paused.

He Wenfang chose his words carefully. "Director Ye, is everything all right?"

"It's fine."

"I heard something on your end that sounded like—"

"Don't meddle in things that don't concern you."

Ye Heng decisively hung up, then stood where he was for a moment.

He took a deep breath and decisively turned toward the living room.

The floor around the stone island counter was a complete mess, with four or five bowls and plates shattered everywhere.

Meanwhile, the culprit had somehow teleported back to the sofa and was staring fixedly at the LCD television, pretending nothing had happened.

Following the principle of "as long as I don't speak, you're the one who'll be embarrassed," Tang Mingxi remained perfectly still with complete righteousness.

Ye Heng spoke. "Did you wash the dishes?"

Tang Mingxi's back moved slightly as he slowly turned around.