Chapter 9 - Shoes of the same style (2/2)
“Wasn’t you going to play basketball?”
“No.” Liang was just looking for an excuse to go out just now. He was so angry at that moment that he was afraid he would be unable to restrain himself from beating Chen up if he stayed with him any longer.
Liang looked up and down at Chen and his eyes fell on Chen’s eyes. “What happened?”
Chen wiped his eyes, “Nothing. We are going out for dinner. You …”
“Have you eaten?” Qing Bo asked Liang.
“Yes.” Although half of the watermelon was robbed by Cheng Yu, Liang did eat half a big watermelon. And now he was having an excessively full stomach.
Chen gave Liang a pitiable eye. And then he looked down at Liang’s shoes.
“Well …”
“But I’m not full yet.” Liang interrupted Bo. “Uncle, can I come with you?”
“Ok!” Chen reached out to grab Liang’s arm, but was stopped by Bo, who took a casual glance at Liang. “Get in the car.”
Then Bo forced Chen into the back seat of the car and sat in with him.
Chen was still angry about the matter of shoes, so he didn’t talk to Bo all the way.
Liang sensed that there was something wrong between them, but he dared not ask in Bo’s presence. When Bo happened to leave the table for restroom in the middle of the meal, Liang grabbed the opportunity and asked Chen hurriedly, “What’s happening between you two?”
Chen had been pretending to be low in mood just now, so he had to pretend to have lost his appetite even if he in fact drooled with envy over the delicious food on the table. The moment Bo left, Chen immediately picked up his chopsticks and devoured everything ravenously. With bulging cheeks, Chen said vaguely, “You can’t imagine how terrible he is. He bought me a pair of new shoes, but he soon decided to discard it only because I liked it very much. And he forced me to wear another pair … He’s very rich, but does it mean he can do whatever he likes? It’s so annoying!”
“Take it slow.” Liang filled him a bowl of soup. “What kind of shoes?”
“Just the same one with that on your feet. It’s very expensive, isn’t it?” Chen gnashed his teeth with hatred when he remembered the pair of shoes which was still lying in the trash basket in the study. “Why do you think he did this to me? No, to Ke Zhen. Could it be revenge?”
Liang was silent for a while before he opened his mouth, “Revenge?”
“Yes. Hasn’t Ke Zhen cuckolded your uncle before? Even if he hasn’t, there was still something going on between him and other men. Who can stand this kind of thing as a man? I’m just wondering why he suddenly changed his mind and decided not to divorce after the car accident. And then I thought about it; I think it’s definitely for the fucking revenge! So, he keeps me around, and spares no effort in torturing me. By the way, last time when you were not here and there were just him and me having dinner at home, I said I want to eat crabs, but he didn’t allow and ate it all by himself. Alas, I should have thought of this at that time!” Chen took the small bowl handed over by Liang and put a piece of fish whose bones had been taken out into his mouth. “Well, I’m not a person afraid to be bullied. Let’s wait and see. I’ll write his ass up when I catch the chance!”
“You can’t eat crabs.” Liang said, “Ke Zhen is allergic to crabs.”
“Huh?” Chen dazed for a moment, then put another piece of fish into his mouth, chewed it and said, “Then why did he throw my favorite shoes? He’s just set to upset me.”
“Shi Chen?”
“Hmm?”
“You …” Liang frowned, “Forget it. I don’t bother to talk of you.”
“No, come on. I hate it when people say half of their words. Go ahead!”
“Haven’t you said I like Ke Zhen?”
“Yes, then what?”
Liang, “You’re right. I like you.”
Chen, “…”
Chen stared at Liang and didn’t blink until more than ten seconds later. Realizing that he was now Ke Zhen, Chen nodded, “I know. But what does it have to do with what we are talking about now?”
“Well, nothing.” Liang stared at Chen for a moment, heaved a silent sigh and reminded him, “Clean up your plate.”
“Oh yes, I almost forgot!” Intending to act till the end, Chen hurriedly emptied the chicken bones on his plate into the trash basket, wiped the plate with tissues, and put it back.
Scarcely had Chen finished it when the door of their box was pushed open and Qing Bo came in.
Chen switched back to wear the straight face, instantly returning to the previous state he was in.
Qing Bo came over, picked up the suit coat on the back of his chair, and asked Liang, “Have you been full?”
Liang nodded, “Yes.”
Qing Bo turned around to see Shi Chen, who remained silent.
“Well, the driver is waiting down there. You go back first.”
Liang asked, “Aren’t you going back, uncle?”
“I still have something to do with your aunt.”
“Ok, then I’ll go first.” Liang pushed his dining chair backwards, got up and left the box.
Chen snorted aside.
Bo draped the coat in his hands over Chen’s shoulders. Chen asked coldly, “What?”
“It’s too cold here. You’re in bad health. Take care not to catch a cold.”
“I’m young and strong. I’m not afraid! Look at your age. The person who should take care is you instead!” Though retorting on mouth, Chen accept Bo’s coat.
Bo stretched his arms, supported his one hand on the table and the other on the armrest of the dining chair, and slowly leant down towards Chen.
“What are you going to do?” Chen leant tightly against the back of his chair.
“You always ask me what I’m going to do. I’m afraid I’ll scare you by saying it.” Bo smiled and asked him, “I haven’t seen you move your chopsticks tonight. Aren’t you hungry?”
“Yeah, I’m not hungry!”
Qing Bo approached a little closer, and didn’t stop approaching until the tips of their noses touched. Chen was too scared to move. After being in that state for seven or eight seconds, Chen suddenly let out a loud burp, which smelled of braised fish.
He ate too fast just now …
Bo directly buried his face beside Chen’s neck and smiled so hard that his shoulders trembled.
Chen flushed with embarrassment, dreadfully longing to find a seam to climb inside.
Shit, it was so embarrassing!
Chen felt he’d rather be dead!