ATMLHB Chapter 9.2

Settled on the couch, Cen Si Miao held a glass of red wine, and from time to time, looked at her phone. When the bathroom door opened, Wu Li Chen came out dressed nicely.

Cen Si Miao leaned on the sofa’s armrest and swirled her red wine cup while softly saying, “Your showers are getting longer each time.”

Wu Li Chen grabbed a towel to dry his damp hair and stared at his reflection in the mirror. He hummed before saying, “My health is good.” Turning, he continued, “But it’s not as great as your kindness.”

Cen Si Miao felt an oncoming headache. Clearing her throat, she asked, “What have you been up to lately?”

Wu Li Chen’s hand that was drying his hair paused. Turning around, he noticed the color of her nail polish and frowned. “Why did you change it? It looked good before.”

In response, Cen Si Miao cast a glance at him and said, “The color stands out.”

Her burgundy nails contrasted against her fair skin, making her even more alluring to Wu Li Chen. As Wu Li Chen stared at her, his expression darkened before closing his eyes.

“When we record tomorrow, I’ll help you change the color back,” he said, huskily.

Flabbergasted, Cen Si Miao retorted, “No, I’m not going to change it. What’s wrong with you?” 

“Change it.” Unconsciously, Wu Li Chen’s tone became exceedingly overbearing.

Looking up at him, Cen Si Miao pursed her lips. Placing her wine glass on the coffee table beside her, she stood and walked over to him. Wu Li Chen’s gaze was unmoving, solely fixated on her as she approached him.

“Why?” Cen Si Miao asked coldly.

Wu Li Chen lowered his eyes and blinked before heading towards the sofa. Leaning against it, he crossed his legs and yawned lazily. His persona had flipped entirely. “I don’t think the aesthetic looks all that great.”

Cen Si Miao froze and bowed her head to look at her fingers, before shooting back, “You’re addicted to the control you get over me on that reality TV Show. Have you not snapped out of your on-screen persona yet?” 

Wu Li Chen lowered his gaze before hesitantly saying, “I’ve snapped out.”

Immediately, he stood up and strode over towards the balcony, much to Cen Si Miao’s confusion. 

Wu Li Chen came back with a washboard and a keyboard with one hand holding one item.

With his shoulders back and his head raised, Wu Li Chen’s stride held power. Setting the items on the ground, he raised his chin and made sure to show Cen Si Miao what he was doing.

“Say it. Which one do you want me to kneel on? If you have anger, let it all out. Don’t be in pain.”

“…”

When the TV program ended, Wu Li Chen had already changed the washboard twice. During the day, he was so overbearing that Cen Si Miao couldn’t compete with him, but at night, behind closed doors, Wu Li Chen took the initiative to find the washboards to kneel on.

Being able to admit your faults is a deadly asset.

Glaring at Wu Li Chen, Cen Si Miao threw a durian on the ground as the frustration in her heart built up. Unexpectedly, during filming today, he hadn’t let her wash her own face, and he even brushed her teeth for her. Thinking about that moment made Cen Si Miao shiver. 

Kicking the durian away, Wu Li Chen said, “I won’t kneel on that.”

Cen Si Miao desperately wanted to smack him.

Suddenly, a notification appeared on Cen Si Miao’s phone. Quickly looking at her screen, she saw that Hu Yinli’s name popped up.

“I’m outside of your house. Are you coming home?” 

Upon seeing his text, the corner of Cen Si Miao’s lips curled up. When she raised her head, she saw Wu Li Chen’s especially gloomy expression and couldn’t help but shiver under his gaze. However, his expression was fleeting, and he soon returned to normal and turned around to fetch water.

Lowering her gaze, Cen Si Miao said, “Why don’t you accompany home. After all, we don’t have filming for a few days.”

Wu Li Chen’s figure froze, and he tightly gripped his water cup. Drinking a sip, he hummed an “Ok.”

As they were leaving, Cen Si Miao suddenly panicked, and as a result, the door handle refused to budge. Frowning, she said, “What’s going on? When we got back, the door handle was fine before.”

Wu Li Chen, remaining calm, went to take a look at the door with a tool. All of a sudden, he smashed the door handle with the tool.

Glancing at Cen Si Miao, he said, “Pay for it.”

On the road, the two people didn’t dare to say a word to each other, and the car was only filled with the sound of music. Sitting in the passenger’s seat, Cen Si Miao began to doze off.

She didn’t know how long it was until Wu Li Chen woke her up.

Drowsily, Cen Si Miao pulled out her access card, showed it to the gate guard, and directed Wu Li Chen where to go. The neighborhood was massive, and only after driving for five minutes were they able to reach a single-family home.

In front of Cen Si Miao’s house was another parked car. “Li Chen, why don’t you go home. Today was tiring.”

Instead of answering, Wu Li Chen silently gripped the steering wheel while Cen Si Miao opened the car door. Suddenly, another hand appeared and pulled the door back.

Cen Si Miao fell back into Wu Li Chen’s embrace, his chin resting in her hair. Cen Si Miao’s breathing was erratic, and it fanned across Wu Li Chen’s neck.

When Wu Li Chen loosened his grip to look at Cen Si Miao, Cen Si Miao took the opportunity to wriggle out of his grasp.

“Are you thinking of abandoning me and running away?”

In the car ahead of them, the man in the backseat stared at the scene unfolding before him, gritting his teeth and clenching his fist.

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