CHAPTER 413: CHAPTER 411: TWO KISSES TO PLACATE

Chu Yan took a deep breath, trying his best to suppress his annoyance. After all, Zhaozhao had only confessed to him yesterday, and he had been planning to make a good impression on Zhaozhao lately.

"But I’m finally not working overtime tonight. Won’t you have dinner with me?"

"What do you mean ’finally’? Don’t you finish work at a normal time every day?"

Zhaozhao glanced at him, exposing his lie.

The guy was obviously free every day!

Chu Yan was indeed very free. The hospital and the company both had people in charge, and he only needed to make important strategic decisions and occasionally solve a few severe cases that the hospital couldn’t handle.

Moreover, he had no greater ambitions, such as making more money or anything like that.

He just wanted to take over everything from the Lu Family and the Xu Family. He was almost done with his goals, so there wasn’t much to be busy with.

To Chu Yan, being by Zhaozhao’s side and spending each day well with her was what mattered most.

"Eating hotpot alone is lonely. I don’t want to eat by myself. Besides, you’re going to Nan Xian’s welcome banquet, which I already dislike.

The thought of him getting to see you while I sit at home eating hotpot alone makes me not want to live."

"Then don’t live. I’ve already bought you a grave plot anyway."

"???"

Chu Yan ground his teeth, "Zhaozhao! Do you really have to go?"

"What else? Everyone is going. Wouldn’t it be strange if I didn’t? You can’t be the exception, you know?"

Su Xiaotong said we’re having Japanese food today! It’s her favorite Japanese restaurant, after all!

"Chu Yan." Zhaozhao looked at him seriously, "As a grown man, you can’t be so petty.

Didn’t I make things clear with you yesterday? Can’t I even attend a welcome banquet now?

Do you want to lock me up at home so I can only see you every day?"

Chu Yan didn’t speak, his face cold.

"You stand here and reflect properly!"

Zhaozhao left him with those words, then took a taxi and left.

Chu Yan glared at the taxi, unable to believe she just left him behind and went, so angry he felt like blowing up that taxi!

Luckily, he still had some sense left and, holding the shopping bag, stormed home.

On the way, he even made a call to Qi Ling.

"My wife just left me behind to go have dinner with another man!"

Qi Ling laughed unapologetically, "Serves you right."

Chu Yan didn’t care what he said, "Is my hotpot not delicious? Why does she insist on having Japanese food? What’s so good about that kind of Japanese food!

She says I’m being petty, but she agreed to have hotpot with me first!"

"Then drag her back home and lock her up to eat hotpot," Qi Ling yawned, gloating.

"Right, I do want to lock her up. Is there anyone in this world who treats her better than I do? I cook for her every day, and she still runs off to eat outside!

If I wasn’t worried about upsetting her, I would have locked her up long ago!

And having me stand still and reflect, does she even realize how heavy the shopping bags are? She doesn’t care about me at all!"

"Why don’t you go eat Japanese food with her? You can have hotpot tomorrow."

"I don’t want to, I refuse to eat with Nan Xian!"

"Chu Yan, are you sick?"

Qi Ling had just finished speaking when Chu Yan hung up the phone.

"..."

So he’s just a trash can for venting?

Use and discard?

Chu Yan stormed into his home, furiously unlocking the door, then put the groceries in the fridge.

Just as he had put away the groceries and was starting to get even angrier, planning to prepare an even better dinner and send Zhaozhao photos to make her regret not having dinner with him, some noise came from the doorway.

Zhaozhao opened the door and entered, "I was only gone for a little while, how did you get home so quickly?"

Chu Yan snorted coldly, "What are you doing back here? Go eat your Japanese food!"

"I was worried that someone would be so angry they wouldn’t be able to eat dinner and then go to bed hungry."

Zhaozhao walked over and tugged at him.

"Come on, let’s go have Japanese food together."

She hadn’t left in the taxi long before it occurred to her that the words she had spoken earlier were a bit harsh; she should really have a proper conversation with him, and she could also bring him along to enjoy the Japanese meal.

So Qin Zhao had the driver turn back the way they came, but since she didn’t see Chu Yan, she went home to look for him.

Chu Yan was crouched next to the fridge, just having put away the groceries.

He moved his arm, not letting Qin Zhao pull on his sleeve, "Don’t touch me, I don’t like Japanese cuisine."

"Not touch you? So tonight when we sleep, I shouldn’t touch you either?"

Only then did Chu Yan stand up, "That won’t do."

"Tilt your head down."

Qin Zhao beckoned to Chu Yan.

"For what?"

Chu Yan asked unwillingly but still lowered his head closer to her.

Qin Zhao stood on her tiptoes and lightly kissed him.

"There, don’t be mad. Come to dinner with me."

His eyes narrowed, and he scoffed, "What do you take me for? A kiss and you expect me not to be mad?"

"So what do you want?"

"Kiss me again."

"...." Childish ghost!

Qin Zhao stood on her tiptoes and kissed him again.

Chu Yan was finally satisfied and went out with her to join the get-together.

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Arriving at the Japanese restaurant, everyone else was already there.

Nan Xian stood up and waved at Qin Zhao, "Zhaozhao, over here."

"Oh, and remember to make him a donut."

Qin Zhao remembered this and gave Chu Yan a reminder.

"Heh."

Chu Yan responded with a cold laugh.

A donut to feed dogs, but definitely not for this Nan Xian!

Seeing he wasn’t pleased, Qin Zhao didn’t insist, especially since she had just managed to pacify him.

Arriving at their seats, Qin Zhao intended to sit next to Nan Xian, but Chu Yan pulled her away.

Chu Yan had her sit on the other side and took the spot beside Nan Xian himself.

Nan Xian, who was enthusiastically waving just a moment ago, suddenly became very uncomfortable.

Mainly because Chu Yan’s presence was too cold and not easy to get along with, making him quite nervous.

"Have you eaten here before? The Japanese dishes here are pretty good."

Su Xiaotong took the initiative to chat with Nan Xian to ease his awkwardness.

"I’ve never tried Japanese cuisine."

Chu Yan interjected abruptly, "I’ll show you how to eat."

Nan Xian replied dryly, "Okay."

There was a dish of vinegar on the table, and Chu Yan squeezed a lot of green wasabi into it.

"This sauce is delicious, have more of it."

"Oh."

Nan Xian, preoccupied, picked up a piece of sushi and dabbed a bit of the wasabi.

Chu Yan stretched out his chopsticks and dunked his sushi entirely into the wasabi, encasing it in a thick layer.

With a kind smile, he said, "It’s tastier with a lot more on it."

Chu Yan, so handsome when he smiled—a little less cold—it eased some of Nan Xian’s tension.

And without any guard up, Nan Xian stuffed the wasabi-covered sushi entirely into his mouth.

"Cough, cough, cough cough cough!"

The next second, Nan Xian was sobbing from the spiciness.

"Did you choke? Quickly have a drink."

Chu Yan said concernedly, swiftly handing him a cup.

"Pfft....!"

Tasting what was inside, Nan Xian started crying again, tears streaming down his face, the drink he took sprayed out.

"What, what did you give me to drink!"