Chapter 6.1 - Cong Rong Likes Wen Shaoqing
Wen Shaoqing raised an eyebrow. "It seems that I haven't seen you much in the past few days."
Cong Rong answered without any change of expression, "ah... I've been too busy recently, so I slept in the law firm."
Wen Shaoqing stared at her, "It's so dark, why are you wearing a face mask?"
Cong Rong clutched half of his face and answered vaguely, "toothache."
Wen Shaoqing glanced at the lunch box in her hand, "Have you eaten?"
Cong Rong raised the lunch box and showed him, "porridge."
Wen Shaoqing stared at her half-swollen face, "Does it hurt badly?"
Cong Rong nodded his head.
Wen Shaoqing noticed that she wasn’t feeling well, "are you having a fever?"
Cong Rong continued to nod.
Wen Shaoqing put down the garbage bag and approached, "take off your mask, let me take a look for you."
Cong Rong shook his head immediately, "it’s okay, I went to the doctor already. I will get it extracted in a day or two."
She didn't want him to see her swollen face.
Wen Shaoqing did not insist, instead, he asked, "I have made some food, do you want to come over and grab a bite?"
As soon as the door opened, Cong Rong smelled the food. To be honest, she really missed Wen Shaoqing's cooking. She sniffed slightly, comforting herself — I am a patient, just go for it once, then, she nodded at Wen Shaoqing.
Wen Shaoqing smiled and carried the garbage bag into the house again.
This is Cong Rong's first time stepping into Wen Shaoqing's house. It seems that the decoration is specially designed, clean and simple, stylish, and not exaggerated, clean and tidy.
The units on the same floor have basically the same floor plan. However, Cong Rong felt that Wen Shaoqing’s place looks much larger than her’s. His house has a soothing and relaxed aura.
She glanced a few times, and Wen Shaoqing asked her to come over for dinner.
Wen Shaoqing looked at her face covered by a mask, "Take off the mask."
Cong Rong hesitated before taking off her mask, and then looked down and pulled down at her hair unconsciously, trying to cover her half-swollen face.
The next moment, his fingers stretched out, gently lifted her chin, turned Cong Rong’s head to the left, and gently touched the swollen spot, and quickly withdrew his hand. "It's not a problem, let's eat first. "
His fingertips were cold, his beautiful fingers were slender and powerful, but he touched her face without permission. This action, though unreasonable, was irresistible, and he was gentle and polite. She seemed to be able to smell the scent of his fingertips, and also his breath.
Cong Rong watched that same hand hold the chopsticks, and then glanced at his face as if nothing had happened, she started to have questions in her mind.
Would it just be an occupational habit? Will he do the same for everyone else? Don't overthink. Also, don’t you look ugly today? She thought to herself.
Cong Rong absentmindedly picked up the chopsticks, and she couldn't make herself reach out for any of the dishes in front of her.
In fact, she couldn't eat any of the dishes cooked by Wen Shaoqing. She had a terrible toothache. She will experience excruciating pain even when she opens her mouth slightly. And the pain was brought down to her throat, and she was not in a mood to eat.
Wen Shaoqing also noticed that after a few bites, he put down his chopsticks. "I'll steam you an egg custard."
Cong Rong was a little embarrassed, "No need, don't trouble yourself."
Although they knew each other for a few years, they are not familiar.
Wen Shaoqing got up, “you want it sweet or salty?"
"Salty." Cong Rong's head was groggy, and she answered without thinking.
Wen Shaoqing looked at her for a moment and entered the kitchen with a smile.
Cong Rong looked at his silhouette in the kitchen and slowly scolded herself. She was a lawyer, and she fell into the trap of a professional butcher!
It is a certain negotiation technique to not ask open-ended questions like “what do you want to eat”, but ask yes-or-no or close-ended questions such as “are you eating” or “sweet or salty”, to entice the other party to express their true thoughts.
At the moment Cong Rong feels shameful! But after Wen Shaoqing succeeded, he didn't burst her bubble. He seems to be like a big tail wolf who played himself as a pig but ate a tiger!
Cong Rong was thinking in her heart and probably did not control the expression on her face, so Rang Yi Rang kept staring at her. It was probably scared by her expressions.
Cong Rong glared fiercely at him, lowering her voice and mumbling at it: "You shouldn't be a dog! You are embarrassed! You and your owner are both sly!"
Rang Yi Rang suddenly stood up, Cong Rong was startled, she was afraid of dogs. Her move just now can be explained because her anger defeated fear, but now that the Rang Yi Rang has a tendency to counterattack, it made her a little scared.
Unexpectedly, Rang Yi Rang turned around and slipped into the kitchen and squatted near Wen Shaoqing's feet. Wen Shaoqing asked him to go out but it did not budge.
"What are you doing here? Go out and play in the living room."
Rang Yi Rang still did not move. When Wen Shaoqing walked a few steps to wash his hands, Rang Yi Rang also moved a few steps and stuck near to his feet.
Wen Shaoqing wondered, what happened to this stupid dog? Shouldn’t Cong Rong be afraid of it? Why is Rang Yi Rang afraid of Cong Rong now?
Wen Shaoqing was quick, and after a few minutes, he came out with a bowl of egg custard.
Sprinkled with green onion and soy sauce. It was tender and smooth, Cong Rong looked at the egg custard in front of him, and then looked up at Wen Shaoqing, thanking him sincerely: "Thank you."
Under the light, his side face was handsome and polite, and when he heard her thanking him, Wen Shaoqing smiled, "hurry and eat."
