Chapter 27 - Previous Owner, You Left Me In A Pickle (2/2)
She tugged at it trying to remove the thing that was clinging to her night suit but it only bounced back clinging closer to her body.
She unbuttoned her shirt hastily before holding it in her hand.
As she looked at the little creature sticking to her shirt, she staggered a few steps back.
As Jun Zixuan sat on the head chair of the dining table, Steward Gu walked towards the man.
”She didn't come?”
Steward Gu shook his head, ”Miss Yu seems to be very unhappy about you moving in here. She even asked a servant to take her in as a tenant. She refuses to eat anything.”
”Let her starve then. This is my house, anyways,” Jun Zixuan said nonchalantly, feeling a little awkward at being treated like a virus for the first time in his life.
And that too, by the same woman who would do anything to get his attention.
”But Master, she didn't have her dinner yesterday…”
”Why?”
Steward Gu cleared his throat, ”She said she doesn't give a damn about you. So, I think….she hates to see you. Master, I…I think I smelt blood in her room. But I am not sure…”
Jun Zixuan stood up from the chair, ”Blood?” True enough, this woman would never spare her tricks.
He immediately made his way upstairs. He knocked on the door, ”Yu Mei Zhen, open the door,” His cold voice rang out on the first floor making all the servants curious.
But everybody continued doing their works rather than gathering there. Who knows if they will incur the man's wrath.
When there was no response from inside, Jun Zixuan kicked the door open before stepping inside the room.
Yu Mei was sitting on the bed with her head leaning against the bed rest as she casually read a comic book. This was the scene that greeted him.
The pleasant scent of Chanel perfume in the room could not be any more obvious.
He looked around but there was nothing amiss other than her deathly pale face.
She raised her head to look at him, ”You seem to be lacking manners given that you barge inside a woman's room like that.”
”I knocked,” He narrowed his eyes, ”You did not respond.”
She closed the comic book before keeping it on the bedside table. Pushing the blanket a little higher, she looked at him, ”Am I supposed to open the door when you want me to?” She smirked derisively, ”Your voice makes me so sick that I'd rather not see your face and vomit to death.”
He glared at the woman before taking a few steps towards her, ”The sight of me makes you sick? You didn't say that when you were inclined to self-harming just to get my attention and affection.”
She choked. Previous owner, previous owner, you left me in a pickle here!
”My eyes were pretty defective back then,” She blinked her starry eyes at him, ”I went to the ophthalmologist recently and my view of the world is clearing up right now.''
”You…”