That jerk may seem cold on the surface, but in the little details, you can tell he's actually a very warm person.
Before I walked over and sat down at the dining table, he even quietly gave the chair a little push to make it easier for me to sit down properly.
Before the meal, he directly handed me the slightly cool tableware.
I used to read a lot of novels and thought that someone as popular as him would be like a prickly rose, all feisty and rude.
But unexpectedly, he's so gentlemanly and considerate.
When the jerk brought two plates of steaming seafood pasta to the table, I thought I was looking at the future husband I'd always hoped for.
Well.
I've learned my lesson.
Gentleness and a homey demeanor might just be a carefully crafted disguise to lure in love - starved women. We should observe carefully and not be deceived by his good looks.
It's time to start eating.
The first bite immediately stunned my taste buds. "Holy cow! This is the most authentic seafood pasta I've ever had!"
For a cheapskate like me, the seafood pasta in budget restaurants usually only has a few tiny shrimps. But this one has abalones, lobsters, and crab meat. It's really blown me away.
Woo. This must be the taste of money. It's so delicious...
I can hardly bear to finish it. It's definitely a sincere compliment. "Compared to your pasta, the chefs in those Western restaurants outside are just amateurs..."
Then the jerk shut me up with a single sentence. "You've never been to a star - rated Western restaurant, have you?"
What the hell?
Who does he think he's looking down on?
Fine.
I really haven't been to a star - rated Western restaurant.
I don't have the money.
A bowl of pasta can cost hundreds or even thousands. That's enough for my monthly food budget.
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Is this jerk just this straightforward, or is he deliberately being so sarcastic?
He's much harder to get along with than any friend I've ever had.
He's not at all easy - going. Someone with a good temper like me is usually very popular among friends.
It's the first time I've had such a hard time making a friend. It feels like I'm just being a nuisance trying to befriend him.
All I want is to expand my social circle and make a friend. Why is it so difficult!
I just tentatively reached out a little toe, and now I feel like pulling it back.
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Maybe my silence was thought - provoking enough because the jerk added, "If you had been, you wouldn't think so."
I quickly looked up from my plate. "Take me to one and try. I guarantee I won't change my mind!"
The jerk didn't respond.
To prove that his cooking was really delicious, I gobbled up the whole plate of pasta.
The jerk couldn't help but smile, though you couldn't tell from his voice. "Alright, stop licking the plate."
I let out a satisfied belch. "I'm not kidding. Even your dog can't lick the plate as clean as I did."
He smiled again.
It was just a faint smile, so faint that you could barely notice it, let alone hear it.
Oh.
It's really hard to melt this ice - cold beauty's heart.
Even after I've made such self - deprecating jokes, he only showed the slightest reaction. His sense of humor is so hard to trigger.
He's really hard to please.
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The jerk is quite domestic. After the meal, he voluntarily cleaned up the mess and stood by the sink to wash the dishes.
He must do housework often. He's not even wearing an apron while wearing such a light - colored sweater, as if he's confident he won't get it dirty.
But after he finished washing the dishes and turned around -
There was a big stain of oil on the front of his sweater.
Hahaha, I really wanted to laugh but managed to hold it in.
The jerk frowned and clicked his tongue.
I pretended not to notice. "What's wrong?"
Jerk: "It's nothing."
Oh, come on.
He's so vain.
Jerk: "Sit down."
Me: "Okay."
I plopped down on the chair next to me.
The jerk pursed his lips. "I'm talking to the dog."
Me: "..."
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Tangqiu had somehow appeared behind me.
Its tail was wagging so fast it seemed like it was about to take off.
It was eager to jump on me.
But unfortunately, its master called it, so it had to sit down pitifully, sticking out its tongue and smiling at me.
So, did the jerk call it on purpose to remind me?
Maybe...
He's not really cold and hard to approach. He's just - slow to warm up?
Since that's the case, I'll take the initiative. "I used to have a dog. It was a very intelligent local dog. It was so loyal. It would wait for me at the school gate every day. If someone patted me on the shoulder, it would bare its teeth and growl at them. It just wanted to protect me. But one winter, it tried to cross the road to pick me up and got hit by a car... It kept spitting blood and couldn't die. I held it on the side of the road and told it for a long time that it was great and should just rest. I kissed it for a long time before it finally closed its eyes and left..."
Damn it.
I'm starting to cry just talking about it. "The relationship between people is so complicated, but the bond between a person and a dog is the purest. Its world only has you. Once it makes up its mind, it will protect you for a lifetime. It's just a pity that dogs only live for about 12 years. I don't want to bury my dog while I'm still young, so I've never had a dog again."
The jerk suddenly said, "Tangqiu is 13 years old."
Me: "I'm so sorry!!! Please just ignore what I said!"
Isn't this just like saying his dog is an old fart right in front of him?!
Jerk: "Tangqiu really likes you."
I wiped the sweat off my forehead. "Really? Thank you, Tangqiu... Thank you for liking me..."
I'm so scared I can barely speak coherently.
Jerk: "It rarely acts so warmly towards guests."
"Really? Hehe..." Maybe it's because all your "guests" are men. You might be gay, but that doesn't mean your male dog isn't straight. "Can I pet it?"
Jerk: "Tangqiu, lie down."
The huge Alaskan Malamute plopped itself down on the floor with a thud, making such a loud noise that it startled me. It happily lay on its back, showing its furry belly.
It looks so cute and easy to pet...
I happily squatted down and petted it. My hands sank into its thick fur like it was a warm and soft blanket. It was so nice to touch.
Tangqiu kept sticking out its tongue and smiling brightly. It's not an Alaskan Malamute at all. It's more like a wolf - shaped Husky... Just as I was having a great time petting it, I unfortunately noticed that its little thing had stood up...
Well.
This dog is definitely straight.
There's no doubt about it.
"Cough." The jerk coughed. "Tangqiu."
The dog reluctantly got up and rubbed against me.
Jerk: "Go to the balcony."
The dog walked away reluctantly.
Me: "What's wrong?"
Jerk: "It's nothing. It's dirty."
Me: "Okay."
Great.
My friendship with the jerk has made great progress tonight.
Next, we can talk about the topics that girls like to talk about...
Jerk: "Can you go downstairs by yourself?"
Me: ???
Why is he suddenly kicking me out?
Did I do something wrong?
Me: "Yes, I can."
The jerk pressed the elevator button.
I walked into the elevator.
I always feel like something's not right. "See you later?"
Jerk: "See you later."
I thought of you as a sister.
But you actually treat me like a massage girl who's always on call?
I've made up my mind. If I don't say what I want to say today, there won't be a future for us!
I reached out to block the elevator door and said to the jerk, "Mr. Cheng, I have something I'd like to ask you!"