Chapter 046 (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 Forty-six
Of course, Feng Ji hadn’t told Su Yuyang that Yan Li had arrived early so Su Yuyang was still very leisurely reading Ling Miao’s update.
“Mm?” Su Yuyang’s eyes went wide. He saw that he had died.
Su Yuyang didn’t know when Ling Miao had written the chapter, but one thing he could be sure of was that Ling Miao had written it after Su Yuyang had killed off Ling Miao #2.
“Ling Miao.” Su Yuyang inexplicably smiled. The smile was probably a grimace but it also showed hints of indulgence, so it looked rather ambiguous. Su Yuyang wrote down on paper the detailed outline of this chapter and his analysis, then got up and walked out of the room.
It was close to noon and Ling Miao was in the kitchen cooking. Su Yuyang walked to the kitchen doorway and watched Ling Miao’s busy silhouette. A great sense of satisfaction made him feel that life like this was what he needed.
After lunch, Su Yuyang called Ling Miao over, which Ling Miao casually refused. Su Yuyang was a little disappointed, which led him to demand a word sprint in the group chat. Nobody replied to him but the great sense of failure turned into motivation and with a cold ‘hmph’ Su Yuyang began to word sprint on his own.
Ling Miao carefully pulled open Su Yuyang’s bedroom door, peeking at Su Yuyang through the crack. Seeing that Su Yuyang was currently completely focused on writing, Ling Miao’s tightly wound heart relaxed.
Ling Miao went to the balcony, took his clothes down, and put them in his suitcase. Then he tidied his storage box, and finally his gaze fell on the suitcase containing his books.
Every book was one he liked, and he also still hoped that one day Shu Yang would sign the books. But now that the chance was at hand, he gave up because he felt that Su Yuyang was too despicable a person.
Just despicable.
Ling Miao tidied all his things and waited for Su Yuyang to come out.
Su Yuyang came out from his room and immediately saw Ling Miao sitting on the sofa. He said, “Mm,” as if not understanding why Ling Miao was sitting there.
“Xiao Miao, I’ve sent you a QQ with the draft. When you have time, edit it. I’m going to the gym.”
Hearing Su Yuyang’s voice, Ling Miao came back to his senses. He nodded and didn’t say anything. Su Yuyang felt that something was off with Ling Miao. His forehead creased and he asked worriedly, “Xiao Miao, did something happen?”
“Ah?” Ling Miao stared at Su Yuyang in a daze, eyes caught between longing and conflict.
Su Yuyang had already opened the door but seeing Ling Miao’s state, he became worried and walked back. Su Yuyang sat beside Ling Miao, placing his hand on Ling Miao’s forehead, and after confirming that Ling Miao didn’t have a fever he relaxed a little. Ling Miao let Su Yuyang put his hand on his forehead, let Su Yuyang’s breath fall on his face, and even though his heart called out for him to punch Su Yuyang so hard he’d be left hanging from the wall, his hands tightened into fists but uneasily hung at his sides. Su Yuyang patted his shoulders, saying affectionately: “Take care of yourself. If you get sick, no one’s there to take care of you.”
“Tcheh.” Ling Miao put up a strong front and let out a cold huff.
Su Yuyang didn’t say anything, only looked at Ling Miao with a smile. Ling Miao felt that Su Yuyang’s gaze was warm, but in the warmth there were hints of a stronger heat. Ling Miao lowered his head to avoid Su Yuyang’s gaze but his heart was pounding like he’d just run a mile. Ling Miao’s lowered eyes met Su Yuyang’s toes. Suddenly he gave Su Yuyang a punch, using a lecturing tone: “Hey, Su Yuyang, don’t you know to change into slippers when you come in the house?! You tracked dirt all over the ground! I have to clean it again, fuck it!”
If Ling Miao’s previous tone was warm, now… even though it was still warm, Su Yuyang couldn’t understand how Ling Miao’s emotional state had changed so fast. Su Yuyang froze. Ling Miao pushed at Su Yuyang’s shoulder and said: “Get out, or change your shoes.”
Remembering that he still had to go out, Su Yuyang hurriedly agreed: “I’m leaving. Don’t make dinner tonight. I’ll treat you to hot pot.”
The door shut and Ling Miao’s heart jumped.
Time passed quietly. Only when Ling Miao estimated Su Yuyang had reached the ground floor did he go over to the window to confirm it. Su Yuyang’s silhouette gradually grew more distant, the ant-sized silhouette finally disappearing before Ling Miao’s eyes.
Ling Miao lay on the sofa, looking at his phone, hesitating as he decided whether to call Ji Linxi.
“Since I’ve decided to go, why am I still dithering?” Ling Miao said self-mockingly, then called Ji Linxi.
Yesterday, Ling Miao had informed Ji Linxi that he needed help to move his stuff today, so Ji Linxi had taken the afternoon off.
On getting Ling Miao’s call, Ji Linxi actually really wished that Ling Miao would tell him, “Linxi, I’m not moving anymore.” But this hope was in direct conflict with reality.
“Linxi, he’s gone.” Ling Miao’s intentions were clear the moment he opened his mouth.
“Roger. I’m on my way.”
This wasn’t Ji Linxi’s first time at Su Yuyang’s house. He knew the roads and quickly arrived at Su Yuyang’s apartment, where Ling Miao had already opened the door.
“Still just these things?” Ji Linxi was stunned.
“If not?” Ling Miao shrugged.
The things were piled by the door. Ji Linxi and Ling Miao took several items each and prepared to move them, but a woman blocked their way.
“Who are you?” The woman leaned against the wall, one leg on the handrail along the stairs, blocking Ling Miao and Ji Linxi’s way.