Chapter 018 (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 Eighteen

Su Yuyang was silent. Ling Miao covered his mouth and began laughing—a sad expression, a sorrowful laugh, and tears rolling down his face.

“Yuyang, we’ve been together so long. Do you really still not understand me?”

Ling Miao threw out another line which crashed into Su Yuyang, stunning him.

“Every day I cook for you, edit for you, upload chapters for you. It’s alright that you’re not grateful, but because of that woman, you misunderstood me and Linxi. Su Yuyang, I was wrong about you. Three years we’ve been together, and it’ll end just like this because of a woman.”

Su Yuyang felt as if his heart were being squeezed; it hurt—even though he knew that Ling Miao wasn’t speaking genuinely, Ling Miao’s expression and tone left him feeling helpless.

Su Yuyang reached to help Ling Miao up, but Ling Miao mercilessly batted Su Yuyang’s hand away. Looking at Su Yuyang’s helpless expression, Ling Miao laughed and said: “Su Yuyang, Su Yuyang, I really do love you!”

Having said his piece, Ling Miao started crying again. This time, the description ‘shake the heavens and wake the dead’ would not be an exaggeration.

“I…” Su Yuyang was about to say something to console Ling Miao when he noticed eyes from outside his door: some were curious, others surprised, others angry.

“What’re you looking at? Instead of looking at us, why don’t you console your … uh… your husband!” a woman said suddenly.

Her words invited agreement from many others. Su Yuyang had intended to ignore these people, but then he remembered that they were his neighbours that he saw every day. If they spread word of him ‘abandoning his husband’, his reputation would…

Ling Miao still sat on the floor. Su Yuyang squatted in front of him and said consolingly in a gentle voice: “I was wrong. Stay.”

“Mm.” Since Su Yuyang had invited him to stay, Ling Miao had achieved his objective. In order to prevent Su Yuyang from reneging, however, Ling Miao asked again: “Will you chase me away?”

“No, I won’t.” Su Yuyang’s tone remained soft, but in his heart ten thousand ‘fuck you’ horses thundered by.¹

Now that the ‘happy family’ had reconciled, the people gawking outside the door gradually dispersed.

Slam.

The exterior gate shut tightly, Su Yuyang took a deep breath and prepared to talk this over with Ling Miao, but his expression and movements were all broadcasting to Ling Miao ‘I want to hit you.’

Ling Miao shrank into a corner of the sofa. He hugged one of the armrests and warned: “I’m telling you, hit… hitting people is a crime…”

“I’m not going to hit you,” Su Yuyang gritted out through his teeth. “But I am going to tell you something: right now, at once, immediately get into the kitchen and cook for me!”

Cook?

Ling Miao pulled out his phone to check the time. Ah, it was almost twelve o’clock.