Ye Cheng usually wears a tie, but today he didn’t.
Lin Jiawei instantly recognized that the tie in Zii’s hand was the one Ye Cheng often used.
Her pupils shrank intensely.
Leaving a tie behind in a woman’s room ant sothing that Lin Jiawei didn’t need to think hard to guess.
She staggered a step back, her face turning very unpleasant.
The female celebrity beside was quite struck, yet Zii didn’t even bother to look at her, focusing instead on tying Ye Cheng’s tie. Her nimble fingers skillfully wrapped around the man’s shirt collar, tying a beautiful knot.
The woman’s glamorous face was close to him, her unique fragrance wafting toward him. Ye Cheng slightly lowered his head and could see her concentrated expression while tying the tie.
An unusual feeling suddenly arose in his heart.
This scene resembles a wife tidying up her husband before he leaves for work.
"All done."
Zii released her hand, pursing her lips into a faint smile.
Lin Jiawei watched the two flaunting their affection right in front of her, her hatred making her grit her teeth.
Zii suddenly turned to her, her expression sinking, "Not leaving yet? Enjoy being a third wheel that much?"
Lin Jiawei glared at the two, angrily saying, "Ye Cheng, you’re ruthless!"
Leaving harsh words, she angrily stord out.
"A Cheng, let’s go upstairs," Zii said, lifting the bag of ingredients from the ground.
Ye Cheng looked at her deeply, not moving.
"I helped you out earlier, as payback, shouldn’t you cook a al for ?"
The man remained silent.
Zii thought he was rejecting her, but suddenly an arm reached over and took the heavy shopping bag from her hand.
Zii: "..."
Ye Cheng carried the bag and walked towards the elevator.
Watching his proud back, Zii couldn’t help but lift the corners of her lips, following him with a good mood.
Upon entering, Ye Cheng went straight to the kitchen.
He took out each ingredient, sorting them neatly.
Zii leaned against the door fra, watching the busy Ye Cheng, the smile on her face never fading.
Ye Cheng was definitely a model hobody back when they lived together. Since Zii disliked the school cafeteria food, he always cooked according to her taste, making diverse dishes.
Ye Cheng had a talent for cooking; recipes he learned online were cooked better than those at restaurants.
During that ti, Zii would joke, saying Ye Cheng only needed to open a restaurant to support her.
Ye Cheng put on an apron and suddenly turned as he sensed a gaze behind him. eting Zii’s eyes, he paused slightly.
How did he end up agreeing to cook for her?
This developnt... seems a bit off.
"Do you need help?" Zii walked over and asked.
"No." Ye Cheng replied coldly.
He knew Zii was incompatible with the kitchen. The first ti she entered, she almost shattered every bowl, leaving Ye Cheng deeply impressed.
Since then, he never allowed her to help.
Though rejected, Zii remained unwilling to leave, "Can I just watch you cook then? Maybe pick up a few tricks."
"Your disastrous cooking is only brave enough for you to eat."
"Not true, even Elizabeth liked it." Zii retorted defiantly.
Elizabeth, the stray cat they raised together back then. Zii cooked a fried fish for Elizabeth, and the kitten graciously ate it all.
But when Ye Cheng saw a perfectly good fish turned into a charred ss, he indeed felt a pang of concern for Elizabeth.
Not long after Zii and Lu Shanhu left, Elizabeth suddenly went missing and never returned.
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