Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
She let him eat and went to shower. Halfway through her shower, Nian Junting called out from outside, “I’m leaving.”
Luosang was astonished. The bathroom door in the hotel had no lock, so she was originally worried that he would walk in uninvited. She was really sleepy. She wanted to go to bed after she showered, but she thought he would find an excuse to stay with her. She didn’t expect him to leave so soon. Did he really not have any feelings for her anymore? He was acting so properly in front of her now. Luosang was vexed as she dried and dressed.
She was already feeling down. When she saw that there were only squid strips left on the table, she nearly vomited blood. She was furious. She had bought so much food, and all he left her was some strips of squid. How inconsiderate.
She was starving. Did he come over just to take revenge on her? She didn’t know how long it would take for delivery services to reach her if she ordered food online now. Forget about it, she thought to herself. She was going to bear with her hunger and go to bed.
After lying in bed for a while, the doorbell rang. She looked through the peephole to see a delivery man standing outside. When she opened her door, he said, “Hello, this is your bird’s nest and mousse cake.”
Luosang was stunned. “I didn’t order this.”
“I’m not sure about that. This is the correct address,” the delivery man said. “You are Miss Xu?”
Luosang nodded.
“It’s correct, then. You are so pretty, it might be from an admirer.” The man handed the food to her and left promptly.
Luosang shut the door behind her and opened the package. The bird’s nest was contained in an elaborate porcelain bowl. The cake was a pink heart-shaped mousse cake that was 13 inches across. It was delicately made, and it made her happy. It would make anyone happy.
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After a while, she dialed Nian Junting’s number. “What?” a cold and hard voice answered the phone.
“I should be asking you that. Did you send the cake?” Luosang was nervous. She was also a little hopeful.
“Were you hoping it was Chi Shengxu? Of course it was me,” Nian Junting said sarcastically.
Luosang bit her lip, and she tried hard not to smile too widely. “Do you know what cake you sent? It’s heart-shaped.”
“What?” Nian Junting sounded surprised over the line. “I was just worried that you would be too hungry to bear me a child. I told the shop to send any cake over. I didn’t know they would send you a heart-shaped one. That’s ridiculous.”
“…”
She found the situation ridiculous.
“Since you already received it, I can’t do anything about it. I’ll give them feedback, not to be so careless in the future.” Nian Junting hung up after that.
Luosang looked at her phone and looked over at the cake again. She couldn’t help but smile. She had misunderstood him, earlier. Now, she couldn’t bear to dig into such an exquisite cake.
After a long debate with herself, she finally decided to succumb to the cake’s temptation, and she stuck her spoon into the cake. It was smooth and velvety. She’d had plenty of cake in the past, but it was nothing compared to this.
Out of curiosity, she looked up the bakery on the cake box online, and she was shocked to find out that the cake cost 12,800 dollars. That bastard, a random cake cost him over ten thousand dollars. Luosang smiled to herself as she ate the cake.
She was planning to eat half of the cake, but now she was determined to finish the entire thing. She didn’t want to let his good-intentions go to waste. After she had her fill, she laid in bed, satisfied. She decided that she was going to bear that bastard Nian Junting a child as soon as possible.
He treated her so well, even when they broke up. He was definitely a keeper.
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