Chapter 008 (1/2)

The Complete Guide to the Use and Care of a Personal Assistant

Translator: Jury

Editor: NomNom

First Published on Chaleuria

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Chapter Eight

Su Yuyang placed the elbow of his left arm on the table at his side and propped his chin on the back of his hand. He crossed his right leg over his left and placed his right hand casually on his right thigh. He leaned slightly against the back of his chair. His entire person radiated an air of indolence, but there was a crafty look in his eyes.

Ling Miao was a lot smaller than Su Yuyang. But Ling Miao was standing, so Su Yuyang had to look up at Ling Miao’s face from below. He took in every change in Ling Miao’s expression.

Ling Miao looked at his phone with his head bowed, and the furrow between his brows grew deeper and deeper. His fingers continuously slid over the screen, and it was over a minute before he put his phone back in his pocket.

Ling Miao took a slow deep breath. He moved his leg forward and stood upright in front of Su Yuyang.

Su Yuyang’s eyes showed suspicion. He was about to open his mouth and ask a question when Ling Miao yelled at him: “Su Yuyang, you gigantic bastard!”

Ling Miao had called him a bastard again. Su Yuyang was indignant, but more than that, he did not understand: How am I a bastard for protecting my privacy?

Su Yuyang sat up straight and prepared to reason with Ling Miao, but Ling Miao started yelling, again. “Su Yuyang, you’re not only a bastard but also an idiot! Aren’t you very concerned about your privacy? Then why did you mention me?! Don’t you know that some of your fans really want to know everything about you? When you mentioned me you put me right in the line of fire! So… what the hell are you looking at? Quickly, delete that post! I’m changing my handle now!” Ling Miao resembled a cat whose tail had been stepped on. All teeth and claws, he wanted to teach a good lesson to the offender who had stepped on his tail.

Only after Ling Miao had let out all his rage did he exhale heavily. Ling Miao’s chest heaved slightly, and the sound of his breathing was audible. All through his rant he had not stopped or drawn breath.

Compared to the raging Ling Miao, Su Yuyang was much calmer—his expression had not changed in the slightest.

And Su Yuyang had actually realized something. He felt that it seemed to be raining in the room, and this rain was very strange—with every word Ling Miao said, a drop fell on Su Yuyang’s face.

The rain had now stopped, and Su Yuyang reflexively reached up to wipe it away. When his hand slid over his chin, Su Yuyang realized something—ah, it was Ling Miao’s spit.

Su Yuyang did not know where to put his hands.

Ling Miao saw Su Yuyang’s dilemma, but he did not realize his spit had spattered all over Su Yuyang. Even if he had known, he would have only said: “You deserve it.”

Su Yuyang looked around the room. He held back an impulse to curse: Goddamn it, there isn’t even any toilet paper! Out of frustration, Su Yuyang could only pick up the clothes Feng Ji had left on the bed to wipe his hand.