Chapter 33 ... Shut Up

 Chapter 33 ... Shut Up

Mr. Rong took off his black coat.

Actually, there were some benefits to her role as the White Moonlight substitute. Like right now, he had a legitimate excuse to feed her.

But...

Mr. Rong looked at his right hand in distress.

At this moment, his right hand was in a cast and was practically unusable. He couldn't even hold chopsticks properly.

He tried to use the chopsticks for a while and then became frustrated, eventually throwing them away.

Nan Huang looked up at him.

He was wearing a snowflake patterned shirt, and due to the cast on his arm, he had rolled up one sleeve. After taking off his coat, he had also unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt.

The usual restraint was gone, replaced by a touch of charm and a rebellious, slightly rogueish air.

Everyone addressed him as Fifth Master, but in reality, he didn't look much older than her, perhaps just a couple of years.

He had a mysterious way of capturing people's hearts, earning the respect of people throughout the Z country, except for her.

He seemed to prefer it when she called him "madman."

Overall, he was a peculiar man.

Nan Huang glanced at the chopsticks that had been thrown aside, then at the arm encased in a cast. She couldn't help but smile.

Thinking that he had sustained those injuries just to save her life, she felt guilty for laughing.

So she suppressed her laughter and picked up a piece of braised pork ribs to feed him.

Mr. Rong was lost in thought, and then he suddenly saw another piece of food in his bowl. He was momentarily surprised but realized that it was Nan Huang who had placed it there. His eyes lit up.

He tried to pick up the chopsticks again but realized it was impossible with his right hand. So, he switched to using his left hand, mastering the skill rather quickly.

Soon, Nan Huang fed him another piece, this time a fish. "Eat up, it's good for your calcium intake."

Mr. Rong raised an eyebrow in surprise and looked at her. He questioned her, "You're concerned about my calcium intake?"

Nan Huang sighed. "I don't want my substitute to be a weakling."

Mr. Rong then raised his head and stared at the food in his bowl, slightly furrowing his brow. His concentrated expression made Nan Huang steal a few more glances at him.

Afterward, he grinned and said, "I was just thinking about whether a shirt like this would be enough for you to tear. I might need to get more."

Nan Huang's back teeth almost ached from clenching them. "Do you ever stop talking?"

Mr. Rong raised an eyebrow and teased, "Are you afraid I'll cry if you don't?"

"Shut up!" Nan Huang gave in and said, "Just eat!"

After they finished eating, Nan Huang went back to her room to check that all the surveillance cameras had been removed from her room and bathroom. She relaxed with a hot bath and, upon exiting the bathroom, found Mr. Rong sitting on her red leather sofa.

Mr. Rong sat casually with his long legs crossed, showing a hint of charm and a playful, rebellious demeanor. He was using one hand to support his cast while he casually rolled up the sleeve of his shirt with the other. His phone was in hand, and he seemed to be intently focused on it, causing a faint crease on his forehead.

His expression...

Nan Huang found herself staring at him, intrigued by his appearance.

"You're playing chess?" she asked curiously, noticing the Go game on his phone.

They were using the same online platform to play chess as she did.

"New ID?" she inquired.

"Yep," Mr. Rong replied nonchalantly.

He had observed her playing chess online through the surveillance cameras, so he decided to try Go online. It was quite convenient, and he could play with just one hand.

Nan Huang glanced at his ID: "Five."

"Is it that easy to remember?" he asked.

Nan Huang sighed, "Very."

"Good," he said with a smile. "We're in the same server. You can invite me to play next time."

Nan Huang agreed, "Sure."

"Before I forget, I'm waiting for you to cut my clothes," Mr. Rong said, turning his attention back to her.

"Cut your clothes?" Nan Huang questioned.

"Yep," he responded, leaning back and motioning to a specific spot. "The scissors are over there. If you don't cut my clothes, I can't take a bath."

Nan Huang eyed the scissors he pointed to, laying on a red cloth.

It seemed that even cutting clothes was a ceremony here.

She picked up the heavy pair of tailor's scissors and approached him. However, when she got closer, she realized that he was looking at her intently.

"What are you thinking?" she asked.

Mr. Rong slowly leaned toward her, his voice deep and penetrating as he said, "Considering that there are no surveillance cameras in your bathroom, I'm thinking of taking a bath in your room."

Nan Huang opened her mouth to protest, but Mr. Rong continued, "After all, with all the surveillance cameras in the villa under your control, what if you decide to watch me take a bath? I'm not the kind of man who likes to be watched while bathing."

Nan Huang was rendered speechless.

(End of this chapter)