Chapter 13: The Bad Red-Haired Human
One plate of meat and twenty egg tarts.
Crunch, crunch.
“…”
Chengcheng’s lips twitched as he stared at the twenty egg tarts in silence.
Had getting married changed Miaomiao’s tastes too?
Still, he looked much better now than he had before the marriage.
It seemed that although the man was a little poor, he treated Miaomiao quite well.
Besides… he was ridiculously handsome. Miaomiao wasn’t getting the short end of the stick.
A little after six, winter darkness had already settled over the capital.
Chengcheng and Cen Miao pushed the electric scooter toward the school gates.
“Baby, are you trying to change your painting style?” Chengcheng recalled their teacher saying that afternoon that Cen Miao’s new brushwork was still somewhat unpolished, but his use of color had become much bolder than before.
Cen Miao answered guiltily, “…I-I suppose so.”
“That’s a good thing. Our teacher used to say your fundamentals were strong, but you were too confined by conventions.”
“Did you achieve enlightenment after going through hardship? Then from now on, foreign countries will have Van Gogh, while Capital University will have Cen Low!”
“…”
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“Mm.” Cen Miao nodded, firmly remembering his caretaker daddy’s advice to nod first whenever he didn’t understand something.
At the school gates, the two headed in different directions and went home separately.
On the way, Cen Miao was drawn in by a delicious aroma.
The next moment, he accidentally took a wrong turn and entered a street full of food stalls.
When he finally emerged again, there was a black ring around his mouth, he was holding an almost-finished roasted sweet potato, and the handlebars of his scooter were covered in bags.
His WeChat balance had also dropped from 1,055 to 985.
The human world had such an incredible variety of food!!!
He loved being human! (??´)?
Then he remembered his remaining balance and let out a long sigh. Mimicking Chengcheng’s melancholy tone when he had paid for lunch earlier, Cen Miao gazed up at the sky.
“Sigh. I really wish I could win the lottery~”
“Pfft~”
The moment he finished speaking, laughter sounded beside him.
Cen Miao turned toward the source, only for the laughter to grow even louder.
“…”
“?”
The bad red-haired human!
“What are you laughing at?!” Cen Miao demanded fiercely, though he wasn’t intimidating in the slightest.
“Pfft—Hahahahaha!”
With his head of bright red hair, Qin Zexi leaned lazily against a black motorcycle. His foxlike eyes curved with laughter.
“Curly-haired little beggar, take a look in the mirror.”
Half convinced and half suspicious, Cen Miao turned toward the small mirror on his scooter.
“?”
How… How had his face ended up like that?
He reached up and wiped it.
All he accomplished was smearing it even more and turning his hand black.
“…Oh no.”
“Hahahahahaha!”
Qin Zexi had only come out on a whim to buy something to eat. He hadn’t expected to run into someone this entertaining.
He reached into his pocket, only to remember that he hadn’t brought tissues or a handkerchief.
Tsk.
Normally, someone would hand him whatever he needed the moment he reached out.
“Stop wiping, little beggar. You’re only making it worse. Hurry home and wash your face.”
Cen Miao instinctively felt that “little beggar” wasn’t anything nice. But when he looked at the other man’s hair, he grew a little timid.
Back where he came from, zombies with red hair were extremely vicious. They even ate their own kind, including zombies like Cen Miao.
Could red-haired humans in this world be vicious too?
To be safe, Cen Miao cautiously climbed onto his scooter before retaliating.
“Red-haired freak! Bleh, bleh, bleh! (????)?”
Then he hurriedly rode away on his little scooter.
He even accelerated to twenty-five kilometers per hour at once.
Qin Zexi watched the small electric scooter gradually move farther away at a leisurely and slightly unsteady pace.
“…”
Did he think his scooter was so fast that Qin Zexi wouldn’t be able to catch him once he left?
On the fifth floor of the private hospital, Shao Siheng had just stepped out of the patient room when he saw Qin Zexi.
His flamboyant red hair was exceptionally eye-catching, yet somehow stylish rather than tacky.
“Bro! I brought your favorite food to visit you!”
Qin Zexi raised the bag in his hand. Two large words were practically written across his face:
Praise me!!!
Shao Siheng looked at the snacks in his hand, all of which were only Qin Zexi’s favorites, and helplessly gave him a thumbs-up.
“Mm! I happened to be hungry, and you brought food right on time.”
“Hmph! I treat you much better than my brother does, don’t I? He never brings you any of this stuff, right? So from now on, I’m your favorite, aren’t I?”
Shao Siheng: “…”
“Mm.”
“Then stay away from him from now on. Don’t let him corrupt you. He’s incredibly boring, and you have no idea how awful he was to me when we were kids…”
Listening to his childish grumbling, Shao Siheng could roughly guess what had happened.
Qin Zexi had probably bought the food, disliked the environment at the night market, and worried that it would be cold and taste bad by the time he got home, so he had come here instead.
“It’s still hot! Hurry, hurry! It won’t taste good once it gets cold!”
Shao Siheng: “…”
He knew it.
Inside the office, Qin Zexi opened the bag and immediately reached for a piece of fried pork rib with mint.
“Go wash your hands over there.” Shao Siheng frowned and lightly slapped his hand away.
“Sigh~ A little dirt never hurt any—”
Shao Siheng sighed helplessly, took a disinfectant wipe from his pocket, opened it, and handed it over.
“Then wipe your hands.”
“Hey, Bro, only I could tolerate this habit you and my brother have! Once you get married, your wife will probably complain to me eight hundred times a day!”
“Are you going to disinfect yourself before kissing your wife too—Mmph.”
Qin Zexi looked at the milk-skin candied hawthorn suddenly held to his mouth. After taking a bite, he frowned.
“This one isn’t as good as the place you bought it from last time.”
“Mm. Next time you want some, I’ll buy it from that place again.”
“Oh. Then you can finish this one. Their milk skin doesn’t taste good.” Qin Zexi pursed his lips.
Shao Siheng looked at the bite mark on the skewer and lowered his head to take a bite from it.
“Hey, Bro, I ran into someone on the way back. He was hilarious.”
“What kind of person?” Shao Siheng’s fingers stiffened for an instant as he asked.
“Hard to describe… I’ve never met anyone that slow before. He was really cute.” After wiping his hands, Qin Zexi hurriedly grabbed a rib and stuffed it into his mouth.
“You… like that type?”
“Yeah, I do.”
A flash of disappointment crossed Shao Siheng’s face, but he quickly returned to normal.
“If he became my little sidekick, he’d amuse me to death. Hahahaha!” Qin Zexi finished after a dramatic pause.
Shao Siheng gritted his teeth.
“………”
For the first time, he felt an urge to crack open both Qin Zexi’s and Qin Zelin’s skulls and take a look inside.
They were probably about the same. The area responsible for emotional intelligence couldn’t be any bigger than a grain of rice.
The only difference was that his brother at least had an exceptionally high IQ.
A little after seven, Qin Zelin—unaware that his intelligence had just received such high praise—finished a lengthy meeting and left the company.
Half an hour later, the black Bentley entered the villa district.
“Hmm? Is that sir up ahead?”
Qin Zelin, who had been resting against the seat with his eyes closed, opened them at the driver’s words and looked outside.
The weather was freezing. He had no idea what was so appealing about that electric scooter to the little monster.
That morning, Butler Lin had been worried Cen Miao would get cold and tried repeatedly to persuade him otherwise. With Qin Zelin’s tacit permission, he had even taken Cen Miao to the garage and told him to choose any car he liked.
Yet Cen Miao had insisted on riding that electric scooter to school.
The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and tactfully stepped on the brake.
The car window slowly lowered.
Before Qin Zelin could speak, Cen Miao’s face came into view as he was about to pass beside the window.
“???”
