After all, the way he looked at people could be downright nasty, as though he were looking at trash. Just like now...
Zhou Siyu looked up into those disgusted, disdainful eyes and immediately felt wronged and humiliated.
He had seen that look before... At a jewelry exhibition, he had accidentally bumped into a rich man's son, who had spoken to him very rudely.
And he would remember the ugly looks from everyone around him for the rest of his life... They were just like the look in Ji Chi's eyes now.
Were all rich people like this?
No, there was probably one person who wasn't: his boss, Xie Zhengci. At least he was simply indifferent toward everyone, rather than looking down on them...
Suddenly, Zhou Siyu felt that being exploited at work was nothing.
Ji Chi irritably watched Zhou Siyu lagging far behind, his eyes full of disgust.
What a useless thing... What on earth was there about someone like this that could make him fall madly in love?
Ji Chi couldn't understand it. He only felt that if he kept waiting like this, all his time would be worn away by the other man's sluggish steps.
He looked toward a café on the distant shore and headed inside.
Seeing that Ji Chi had finally stopped walking under the blazing sun, Zhou Siyu slowly let out a relieved breath.
Thank goodness. He was saved...
Zhou Siyu dragged his feet into the café. Ji Chi had already ordered two coffees, and there were some desserts on the table.
Zhou Siyu cautiously sat down across from him, but before he could speak, Ji Chi cut him off.
"Eat by yourself. I'm heading back first. It's already paid for. Have fun?"
He drained his coffee in one go, then left first.
[Holy shit, I'm fucking done. What the fuck is wrong with this guy?]
[What a toxic guy. So gross!]
[I'm done. I have no words for people like this. Our Xiao Yu came here to date, not to put up with your attitude.]
[Are all rich people this rude?]
[Rich people are only polite to people who benefit them.]
[My heart aches for our baby Xiao Yu. Even his lips have gone pale. He must be so tired...]
[Good thing this is live. Otherwise, once the production team edited it, who would know how much our Xiao Yu suffered!]
[Good riddance! Our Xiao Yu can enjoy the scenery by himself. We don't need that toxic guy!]
Ji Chi lowered his eyes to the messages on his phone. They were still stuck at this morning; the other man hadn't replied.
J: Who are you on a date with?
J: Why aren't you replying?! What are you doing?
J: Hellooo~?
J: "Head smash" sticker.
J: "Head smash" sticker.
J: "Head smash" sticker.
J: "Head smash" sticker. x20...
16:39
J: What do you want for dinner? The production team probably won't provide dinner?
There was still no message...
After hesitating for a moment, Ji Chi returned to the café.
Zhou Siyu had just finished a small dessert when he saw that the evil dragon, who had finally left, had suddenly returned.
The macaron he had just put in his mouth suddenly lodged dry in his throat. He hurriedly picked up his coffee and gulped it down before finally swallowing it.
Naturally, Ji Chi noticed what was happening over there too. He merely mouthed a word silently at Zhou Siyu.
Useless.
Reading his lips, Zhou Siyu's ears reddened. He lowered his head and drank his coffee, avoiding that mocking, taunting gaze.
What a useless thing. He could even choke while eating.
After having a box of macarons packed to go, Ji Chi left again, and the cameraman following him hurried out as well.
Only after he left did Zhou Siyu dare cough quietly to ease the discomfort.
[Aaaaah! What did that demon dragon come back for?!]
[He almost made our Xiao Yu choke!]
[No, seeing how he treats Xiao Yu, I seriously can't understand why he voted for him?]
[I can't figure it out either!]
It wasn't just the viewers who couldn't understand. Grandpa Ji, watching behind his screen, understood even less.
"That little brat! He doesn't know the first thing about treating a delicate beauty gently!"
Angrily, Grandpa Ji tossed the rosewood cane in his hand onto the sofa.
Even the butler found it puzzling. The young master clearly seemed interested in Xiao He.
Yet he hadn't voted for him... And now that he had finally gone on a date with Xiao Yu, whom he had voted for, he acted completely indifferent and even made him walk under the sun with him for over an hour.
Wasn't this just making trouble?!
Grandpa Ji was so angry that even his mustache bristled.
"That little brat has been spoiled rotten! Hanging around with those little brats over there! He doesn't know his place!"
The butler stood beside him, chuckling along.
Who else could have spoiled him... if not you, sir...
But he absolutely did not dare say that aloud.
J: Why haven't you replied yet?
J: What on earth are you doing?
Looking at his empty phone screen, Ji Chi suddenly felt bored.
He put his phone facedown and, without waiting for the production staff, drove away on his own in his globally limited-edition sports car.
The cameraman wasn't the only one left eating exhaust fumes; so were the livestream viewers.
"Uh..."
[Uh...]
[Uh...]
[Uh...]
[Important things have to be said three times?]
[I'm switching streams. Anyone coming with me, guys? I reckon the production team won't catch up to him anytime soon.]
[Agreed.]
After driving all the way to the castle beyond the suburbs, Ji Chi picked up the beautifully packaged macarons he had casually tossed onto the passenger seat and headed into the house.
As expected, there was no one inside.
He entered the second-floor hallway and headed straight for the last room.
Knock, knock, knock-
No response...
Knock, knock, knock-
Only this time did a faint sound come from inside.
"Who is it?"
Wen He had thought it was someone from the production team, but he hadn't expected Ji Chi to be standing at the door...
His hair had been tousled slightly by the sea breeze. He raised the macarons in his hand and squeezed his way into Wen He's room uninvited.
The soft bed bore creases, and a tablet lay on it. It wasn't hard to tell that the boy had probably been lying on his stomach on the bed, playing on his tablet.
"Why didn't you check the messages I sent you?!"
The young master's first words were an accusation.
Wen He looked at the displeased Ji Chi in complete bewilderment.
He didn't think they were that close yet...
"I was working. My phone was on silent."
"Oh~ I bought macarons. Want some?"
Hearing his answer, Ji Chi withdrew the fingertip he had been about to use to flick the stray tuft of hair on Wen He's head and instead waved the packaged desserts in his hand.
Macarons... Wen He had never eaten them, but he had drawn them.
Ah... what should he do? Should he eat one? Reason told him he couldn't accept food from Ji Chi, or he would only get worse.
But emotionally... he had never eaten a macaron before...
Seeing him lapse into endless daydreaming again, Ji Chi roughly opened the box and stuffed a small strawberry-pink macaron straight into his mouth.
The soft cake layers and sweet-tart strawberry jam quickly filled his mouth.
Wen He's blank pupils instantly widened, his eyes turning round.
They looked just like a kitten's eyes...
A little cute.
Ji Chi rubbed his fingertips together, as though feeling the lips he had accidentally brushed just now.
Very soft.
Very sweet.