Reborn as the ex-wife of the paranoid male lead Chapter 116

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Chapter 116:



Jian Shiwu was dumbfounded, or to be precise, the whole room was stunned.

At the back, Gu Duan was the first one to explode. He took a big step over, the tips of his ears slightly red, and glared at Donald: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Donald ignored him, just continued to look at Jian Shiwu with a smile and said, "What do you think?"

Jian Shiwu was red in the face.

He thought Donald was crazy, he and Gu Duan were clearly in a serious superior-subordinate relationship!

And......he glanced at the jar of vinegar next to him with some trepidation, and sure enough, the man leaning against the staircase turned to look at him. He standing in the light, a row of bodyguards behind. Shen Cheng's face cold, with a feeling of a mountain rain coming down on him.

Out of his own desire to survive, Jian Shiwu immediately said, "Don't misunderstand, I, I respect the director."

Gu Duan's gaze gave him an extra look.

Donald took a deep breath and looked at his son again, saying softly, "Rui'er, what about you?"

Jian’s gaze then moved to Gu Duan as well.

The man who looked fierce, was called out, too inept at expressing his inner self, or rather, it was the man's pride that was stronger and was unwilling to bow down. Gu Duan said: "I certainly wouldn't look at such a fool either."

There was a moment of silence.

Donald raised an eyebrow and sighed tersely, not knowing what emotion he was in. He smiled at Jian Shiwu and said, "Really, that's a shame."

The white youth standing in front of him, still in an out-of-scene state, blinked innocently before slowly breaking into a smile as he said, "That's okay."

He turned around and prepared to leave, walking towards Shen Cheng. After a few steps, the young man stopped in his tracks again, and Jian Shiwu turned his head, his clear, clean voice calling out, "Director."

Gu Duan suddenly raised his head and looked at the youth standing in the light, standing beside him was Shen Cheng. He rose his eyebrows, as bright and sunny as he had been when they first met: "Thank you."

Only at that time, he was the one who shooed him out. But now, it was Jian Shiwu who waved his hand at him, "I'm leaving."

Outside the window was the sound of rain, and lightning sliced through the glass, as if splitting the whole world apart, and more like a sad instrument of their divided paths from now on.

Gu Duan parted his lips and took a few steps to walk towards Jian Shiwu. Shen Cheng who had always been emotionless, and even after arriving at the Tang family's manor, never showed much, at this moment, the man possessively took steps to stand in front of Jian Shiwu, protecting the person behind him from being touched or looked at like he was protecting a chick.

Shen Cheng opened his lips, light voice: "Thank you for taking care of him."

A simple sentence made jealousy tumble.

Then, Shen Cheng turned around and took Jian Shiwu's hand, saying with a bit of force: "Let’s go back."

When the group got to the car outside, Qiao An and Lui Heng sat in the car in front, Jian Shiwu and Shen Cheng went in the one at the back and the cars drove off. When they reached the junction they had to separate at, Qiao An lowered the window to the other car on the road and said, "How do you want to thank me for helping you so much?"

Shen Cheng raised his eyebrows to look at him: "Didn’t you save your fiancée?"

Jian Shiwu stuck his head out curiously and filled with gossip. He had also been curious about this matter, to say that he and Lui Heng are some kind of iron brothers, how dare he hide it from him that they are dating?

Lui Heng from behind said, "It's his excuse. If he hadn't used it, Donald, that wicked man, might have gotten into trouble with the Kettles."

A pretext?

Jian Shiwu looked at Qiao An again.

As Lui Heng spoke, Qiao An had been looking at him. The Qiao Ann that Jian Shiwu saw in the past was so easy going and smiling. Although there were countless flowers around him, his eyes didn't really stop at any. But this one, when Qiao An looked at the petite young master beside him, Jian Shiwu saw something similar to seriousness in those eyes for the first time ever.

Qiao An said, slightly helplessly, "It seems you've had a pretty good time while you were locked up."

Lui Heng pondered for a moment, "Their cooks make really good pastries."

He saw Qiao An's defeated look, and then looked at Lui Heng’s unaware look, he knew that these two might still have a long way to go in the future.

The car window was lifted, isolating the rain outside, and Shen Cheng said to the driver, "Let's go."

The wind and rain were still blowing outside with no signs of diminishing. The car did not have to drive long before it stopped in front of a three-storey house.

The driver came down to open an umbrella, and Shen Cheng led him out saying, "We are far from your hotel, so you sleep here today."

Jian Shiwu: "Is this the house where you... live in M country?"

Shen Cheng: "Yes."

This was the place where Shen Cheng lived during those four years!

Jian Shiwu didn't know why he was actually a little excited, but as the door opened, that inexplicable anticipation and excitement slowly dissipated on its own again because... this house was really sort of very, blandly decorated, with the universal hue being grey and white, the style very minimalist.

Shen Cheng said, "Go take a shower."

After Jian Shiwu looked around, "It's so clean."

"Why." Shen Cheng glanced at him, "Could I still be hiding something or other."

It was as if he was here for a surprise inspection!

He retorted, "I didn't mean it like that."

Shen Cheng withdrew his gaze, and only then did he explain in a serious manner, "There is usually an aunt who comes to clean the place."

Jian Shiwu also felt that this was a stupid question, so he stopped asking and just said to Shen Cheng, "You got wet too, aren't you going to take a shower?"

Shen Cheng had already taken off his suit jacket, the man's body was very well maintained from years of fitness, under the white shirt was a strong chest, a thin waist, and slender legs. Even when stepping on slippers and slowly adjusted his clothes, every move was very sexy.

"It's been a long time since I came back here, and there's only one bathroom available at home." Shen Cheng glanced at him and opened his lips, "Do you want to join me."

!

Jian Shiwu's entire breathing was uneven, his ears dripping blood red: "No!"

Shen Cheng withdrew his gaze, his breathing was steady: "Then go take a shower, I'll go cook."

He didn’t even realise he was hungry but Shen Cheng remembered.

Jian Shiwu felt some warmth in his heart, he nodded and said, "Okay then, I can come out and help when I'm done showering."

When he hear the word "help", the man who was tying his apron in the kitchen gave a start, turned his head over to look at him and said, "No need, you can help by resting nearby."

“......”

Jian Shiwu chose to be silent, he'd rather not blow up the kitchen, lest he be tragically disliked once again.

When he finished his shower, he came out from the bathroom on the first floor, Shen Cheng downstairs was still cooking, and the smell was so fragrant that his mouth watered. It was most likely roast pork!

The thought of this made him very happy, really Shen Cheng loves him ah, knows what he likes to eat oooh!

The thought of having roast pork later made him happy, but he had a more important problem at the moment, and that was his clothes! He had no change of clothes!

The original clothes are a bit dirty and wet, it is impossible to wear again, now he is draped in a bath towel out, thinking about it, there was no other way. The bathroom was connected to the bedroom so he went to Shen Cheng's cloakroom to find a t-shirt to wear good.

"Where is it ......"

He walked over and opened it, seeing a row of suits neatly arranged.

Jian’s gaze swept from top to bottom, finally stopping at the bottom, where it looked like there would be shirts in a small cupboard.

He squatted down and pulled, originally looking for the shirt, but he accidentally touched a round box, something like a machine, he moved and hesitantly pulled it out and found that it was almost the same model as his own, the virtual helmet that Shen Cheng had given him as a gift last time.

The machine was lighting up on standby mode. Previously, Jian Shiwu would not have played with it, but he had one of his own and was curious about this one from Shen Cheng, because he knew that each console was unique, with a little butler of its own creation, shaped according to the owner's personal preferences.

"What type of person would Shen Cheng like?"

The temptation to ask this question was too great.

Jian Shiwu told himself he’ll just sneak a peek and kowtow if he was caught, he hesitated for a moment before finally putting it on with general determination.

"Ding."

After a sound, the glasses automatically went off standby mode and just as Jian opened his eyes, he heard a familiar voice: "Welcome home dear master, it's been a hard and busy day, but today is another day to love you."

?

Jian Shiwu felt incredulous, why this voice was almost identical to his own, what kind of black technology is this, and... why does his own voice sound so ...... ambiguous when he says such shameful words!

When his eyes were fully opened, the image of the person stepping in front of him was even more surprising to Jian Shiwu.

This was his junior high school appearance, the small chubby image, naive, and smiling. He did not look good at all!

This machine, was it set by Shen Cheng for himself the year he left junior high school?

Next, in front of Jian Shiwu, the robot Little Jian ran out of the room, and the virtual glasses highly recreated the images. In front of him seemed to be a real-life version of the little chubby boy standing beside him, smiling and saying, "Is it a simple chat today too, or do you want to open the game?"

A game?

Jian Shiwu could hardly even imagine that Shen Cheng could play games.

But four years ago in high school, he was addicted to an online game called “A Chinese Ghost Story”, and even met a very sweet, good brother who helped him share his worries and tell his bitterness in the online game. But unfortunately he hadn't played it for a long time since he entered the entertainment industry a year ago.

Jian Shiwu said resolutely: "Game."

Little Jian listened happily and said, "Okay, ready to open A Chinese Ghost story for you."

?!

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