Chapter 29: The Bad Woman I Can’t Compete With
After work, as soon as Sang Zhe got home, he could smell delicious food from a distance.
Thinking about what Zhang Xiaoying must have cooked tonight, he merrily pushed open the door.
“I’m back—”
“Oh, you’re back.”
But instead of Zhang Xiaoying, he was greeted by two cats bouncing around.
And there was Yan Rouwan sitting at the table, barefoot and blissfully licking an ice pop.
Yan Rouwan seemed to have just come out of the shower, wearing a thin, breezy shirt, and her damp hair draped over her shoulders, giving off a steamy vibe.
Her lower half was practically exposed, with just a small part of her thigh covered by the shirt.
Her long, smooth legs swung back and forth in front of the chair.
Sang Zhe paused for a moment before asking:
“Why are you at my house? Your place should be ready by now.”
“Eating dinner!” Yan Rouwan blinked, appearing utterly justified. “Didn’t you say I could come over for dinner? I can’t cook for myself.”
“Can’t cook? Then learn!”
“Eh… too much trouble! If I can mooch off you, why cook myself?”
Wait, are you seriously proud of this?
Mooching because you think it’s reasonable?!
And look at your post-bath appearance.
Do you really think my house is your own?
“I know, I know~”
Yan Rouwan covered her mouth with a giggle, “It’s just a meal fee. I’ll settle it once a year!”
A year?!
Are you planning to mooch for that long?
Sang Zhe was a bit speechless.
But considering this little rich girl probably wasn’t short on money, he’d likely earn a good amount from her food fees.
After thinking about it, he decided to let it slide.
He could compromise on anything, but not on money.
Just felt bad for Zhang Xiaoying having to cook for an extra person…
Thinking of Zhang Xiaoying, Sang Zhe couldn’t help but peek into the kitchen:
“Little Ying, did you cook for three?”
“…No.”
In the kitchen, Zhang Xiaoying was chopping vegetables, coldly responding without turning her head, “I only made dinner for myself and the master.”
“Shouldn’t a cheating cat eat the same cat food as cats? Why do you have the face to sit at the same table as us?”
…What a strong attitude.
Although, in reality, both cats usually ate at the table with the humans. They even fought with Sang Zhe for meat.
Sang Zhe was easygoing, and both cats were quite spirited.
So he had gradually gotten used to it.
But he didn’t dare mention this to Zhang Xiaoying right now.
At the moment, she was focused and silent while cutting vegetables.
She was swift.
With a lot of force.
Chop, chop, chop, as if she wanted to pulverize the ingredients in front of her.
Combined with her cold, indifferent tone, she seemed to hold a deep resentment towards an outsider like Yan Rouwan.
Watching Zhang Xiaoying’s expression as if she had turned dark, Sang Zhe was so scared he fled back to the living room.
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Still, when the food was ready, it was enough for three.
During dinner, Zhang Xiaoying wore a constant frown, not giving Yan Rouwan a single nice look.
Yan Rouwan, however, was completely oblivious, happily eating and continuously praising Zhang Xiaoying’s cooking skills.
Sang Zhe didn’t dare to speak up, fearing that one wrong word would ignite the battlefield.
“By the way, how’s your new house?”
“It’s spacious,” Yan Rouwan replied after thinking, but shook her head in regret. “Just a bit too lonely.”
“Why not bring Jiao Jiao and Hei Xia over to keep you company?”
“That won’t do. Jiao Jiao and Hei Xia must stay with you.”
Sang Zhe could never figure out why.
But Yan Rouwan always refused to explain, just mischievously saying it was a secret.
Just then, the usually silent Zhang Xiaoying suddenly spoke up:
“If you have your own home, just go back! Only a stray cat would run into someone else’s house all day.”
“Eh~ But I really don’t want to cook.”
“Then find a man who can cook for you and marry him.”
“Good men are hard to find!”
“Is it because Senior Sister Yan is getting old?”
“How can that be, Little Ying? I should be a year younger than you!”
The two women exchanged quips, making Sang Zhe feel nervous.
It seemed like Zhang Xiaoying’s every word packed a punch.
Yet Yan Rouwan remained unfazed.
No matter how Zhang Xiaoying attacked her, she giggled as if she hadn’t heard a thing.
It was that kind of vibe:
“As long as my skin is thick enough, you can’t hurt me.”
After dinner, Yan Rouwan happily leaned back in her chair.
“That cat who only mooches for food.”
Zhang Xiaoying coldly said while cleaning the dishes, “The meal is done, so it’s time for you to go back to your cat den.”
“Eh, is Little Ying that eager to rush me out?”
Yan Rouwan suddenly looked at Zhang Xiaoying pitifully, blinking as she slyly asked:
“Are you trying to make me leave so you can get cozy with Sang Zhe?”
Sang Zhe, who was about to go change into pajamas, stumbled.
“No…”
Zhang Xiaoying’s cheeks instantly flushed.
She quickened her movements, her gaze flickering.
Though her expression remained indifferent, her speech became faster:
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m the master’s maid, so if the master wants to get close, it can happen anytime.”
“Besides, it’s completely normal for a master and maid to be intimate, right? I’ve long gotten used to it…”
Yan Rouwan looked at her as she babbled nonsensically, a teasing glint flashing in her beautiful eyes.
“Oh?”
“They’re all sisters, so share a bit with me, will you?”
She mischievously blinked: “Is Sang Zhe’s lips… soft when kissing? Comfortable?”
Kissing…
Zhang Xiaoying seemed to evaporate right then.
Feeling her increasingly flushed cheeks, she stammered, “I-I don’t know…”
“Eh? Didn’t you say you get cozy with him every night?”
“If it’s intimacy between adults, naturally, they must’ve done all the necessary things, right?” Yan Rouwan joked. “It’s okay, just share your experience with me, we’re all girls here.”
“But… but I…”
Zhang Xiaoying stuttered after a long while, ultimately saying nothing.
Instead, she turned red, grabbed the dishes, and quickly fled into the kitchen.
Leaving behind a chuckling Yan Rouwan.
At that moment, Sang Zhe, secretly watching this scene from the bedroom, couldn’t help but sigh.
Sigh, Little Ying.
Give up; you can’t win against her.
Since Yan Rouwan turned dark, she was no longer that innocent and kind senior sister.
Now, she was a downright bad woman.
And the way bad women toy with hearts? Terrifying.
You must absolutely not fall into her grasp.
Just then, Yan Rouwan suddenly turned her head, her gaze locking onto Sang Zhe peeking through the bedroom door.
Then, she revealed a mysterious and enchanting smile.
Her cherry lips parted as she slowly mouthed:
“Tonight. My bedroom.”
…Don’t lock the door, okay?
Sang Zhe’s heart jumped, and he couldn’t help but think this was bad.
Oh no.
I can’t win against her either.
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