"Hello, how much is this glass panel from your store? The one that covers the area next to the induction cooktop, yes, that’s the one."
"You replace it for free if it breaks? Okay, great..."
"It’s not broken yet, but it won’t last much longer. I’ll call you again when it happens."
...
After hanging up with the kitchenware manufacturer, Chen Yuan stood in the kitchen, weighing the small hamr in his hand.
He had already formulated a detailed plan on his way here.
First, he needed to get into the apartnt across the hall where Jiangg lived to look for the dical record. It was best not to sneak in. If he were discovered, he’d have no way to defend himself, and it would tip her off.
If he was going to go, he had to do it openly and aboveboard!
Second, a dical record was so small. If it was just stuffed sowhere under the sofa, wouldn’t he have to search for three days and three nights?
So it would be best to find a reason to stay over, which would make searching much more convenient.
However, it was a girl’s private room. Even though he and Jiangg were in a relationship, if she rejected his request to stay over, there was nothing he could do.
A girl could co up with ten thousand perfectly reasonable excuses to turn a guy down!
Shyness, it’s not appropriate, feeling uncomfortable, their relationship isn’t there yet, the house is too ssy...
No matter which one it was, Chen Yuan would have no choice but to accept it, however unwillingly.
It couldn’t be helped. In a relationship, as long as the woman was determined, the man would always be in a passive position.
And so, the small hamr in Chen Yuan’s hand beca the key to breaking the deadlock.
「11:30 AM」
Chen Yuan checked the ti. There was no ti to waste; he imdiately sprang into action.
He first turned on the induction cooktop, placed a pot on it, and brought the water inside to a boil. He took so pig’s trotters from the fridge, blanched them briefly, then moved the pot and the trotters aside.
Chen Yuan put on a pair of gloves, raised the small hamr, and kept a safe distance.
With a slight flick of his wrist...
BANG—
The entire glass panel began to CRACKLE, spiderweb-like fissures spreading out from the point of impact.
’It actually looks kind of artistic at first glance.’
Chen Yuan carefully removed the shattered pieces around the impact point and threw them in the trash.
...
「12:01 PM」
Jiangg Ning had just returned from visiting a few companies she had shortlisted. After parking her car, she reflected on the scale of the last company; it wasn’t as large as she’d imagined. Their promotional materials were a bit of an exaggeration.
’Sigh... I’ve been to several places in a row and only seen their obvious flaws. The one with the best commute has the worst salary.’
Just then, DING-A-LING-LING-LING— a phone began to ring.
She just glanced at the caller ID, and a faint smile touched her lips. This must be the magic of being in love.
The call undoubtedly soothed her fleeting disappointnt. Composing herself, she answered, her voice softening.
"Hello, Chen? Are you off work?"
"Wh... What? Are you hurt?!"
"Wait for , I’m coming over right now."
After just a few words, the smile on Jiangg Ning’s face froze, instantly replaced by tension.
She frantically pushed the car door open and got out, taking two steps before rushing back to grab her bag.
It was clear how flustered she was.
She rode the elevator all the way up to the 13th floor, quickly unlocked her door, and hurried to the kitchen. At a glance, she saw Chen Yuan leaning against the glass door with a white cloth wrapped around his hand.
"Let see... Did you cut your hand? Do we need to go to the hospital for stitches? Your hand is full of blood vessels, how could you be so careless?"
Ningning held Chen Yuan’s hand, biting her lip nervously, her beautiful face etched with deep concern.
Listening to her chiding tone, watching her brow furrow in worry...
Chen Yuan felt a little dazed, and his previously hardened heart began to soften.
He couldn’t help but recall his childhood. Whenever he got hurt, his mother’s tone was just like this—half heartache, half bla, more scared than he was himself.
It was a tone filled to the brim with love.
Even though Chen Yuan was almost ninety percent certain that the multiple personality disorder was fake and Jiangg was lying...
...in that instant, he wavered. ’How could soone so soft and wonderful be a liar?’
Chen Yuan quickly shook his head, clearing the thought from his mind.
"I’m not hurt. I just wrapped this cloth around my hand so I wouldn’t get burned carrying the pot... The real victim is the kitchen."
"You scared to death," Jiangg Ning said, patting her chest. "The kitchen doesn’t matter. As long as you’re okay, that’s all that matters."
With that, she walked inside and looked around.
The countertop was splattered with "carefully prepared" soup and water. The air was filled with the aty aroma of pig’s trotters, and the glass panel was shattered beyond recognition.
"I wanted to make you a nice lunch to show off a little, but I didn’t expect it to turn out like this..."
"That was so thoughtful of you, Chen," Jiangg Ning said, standing on her toes to pat his head. "This glass is really fragile. It’ll break if you drop a pot on it, and it’ll also break if you put a cloth on top and it can’t dissipate heat. It’s just for looks, but it’s actually quite dangerous."
’Ningning really is an experienced little chef.’
Cold sweat instantly beaded on Chen Yuan’s forehead.
It turned out that when his family moved once, his mom had placed a board on the glass next to their induction cooktop. The next day, it cracked the mont they used it, sending shattered glass flying all over the kitchen. That was how Chen Yuan knew this thing was extrely fragile—a total sucker’s buy for a kitchen—and why he decided to target it.
’I can’t believe she knows all this kitchen stuff inside and out... If I’d co up with any other excuse, she would’ve seen right through it.’
’Soone as ticulous as Ningning... is not easy to fool.’
Chen Yuan instantly felt he needed to be more cautious.
"Got it. I won’t replace this glass panel next ti. It’d be better to just renovate the kitchen."
"Mhm," Ningning nodded.
"So what are we going to do for lunch? I’m so hungry."
Chen Yuan clutched his stomach, the very picture of innocence.
"Why don’t we go out to eat? That would be easier."
"Huh? But I don’t want to go out. Look, the pig’s trotters are already blanched."
"Well, we can just put them in the fridge and cook them next ti."
"I guess... I really wanted to eat them, but Ningning, if you think it’s too much trouble, we can go out. I’m not really used to eating out, but if that’s what you want, I’ll agree! So, really, just put them in the fridge?"
Chen Yuan made no move to actually put the trotters away; he was just all talk.
This whole green-tea routine left Jiangg Ning completely baffled.
She quickly said in a gentle voice, "If you’d just said you wanted to eat them, I would’ve cooked for you. Besides, my kitchen at ho is fully equipped."
"Really?" Chen Yuan laughed inwardly.
"Of course. Why not? You carry the pot, and we’ll go over together."
Jiangg Ning pulled out her phone and gave Chen Yuan a small smile.
...
"Code Red!"
"Code Red!"
"Hurry and hide in the guest room! Chen Yuan is coming over for lunch, I can’t explain everything right now! Code Red!"
DING DING DING—
Under the covers, Jiangg Yao was sleeping soundly, only to be jolted awake by the frantic notification sounds.
She frowned, reluctantly opening her phone.
With a single glance, Jiangg Yao tumbled out of bed, her eyes wide. She snatched her slippers from the floor like her life depended on it, not even bothering to put them on as she dashed into the guest room.
Bolting the door, Jiangg Yao smoothed her ssy hair, her panicked hands trembling as she typed out a ssage.
"Why is he suddenly coming over!?"
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