Chapter 64

C64 – Shang Xiaojie’s Vinegar

“Honestly, what’s the reason for your anger?” Mu Sifa questioned. “I did it for your benefit, you know?”

Shang Xiaojie’s lips twitched as he muttered, exuding an air of ‘I have good intentions, but you’re treating me like a workhorse.’

“If you doubt me, go ask the guy inside!” Shang Xiaojie gestured toward the receptionist using a subtle nod.

The staff member seemed somewhat awkward, but his guilty avoidance of Elina’s gaze implied agreement with Shang Xiaojie.

“You see? I’m not just spouting nonsense! This perfume really smells... pungent. Using less of it would be wiser. Mu Sifa was so close to you just now, is his nose alright?”

Concern for Mu Sifa’s well-being crept into his expression, causing Shang Xiaojie’s brow to furrow.

Hearing this, Elina was left speechless. She had been wearing this perfume ever since she knew Mu Sifa, and each time she would deliberately apply a generous amount, hoping to radiate her mature allure. But now she was being told that her signature scent was unpleasant, making it hard for her to contain her embarrassment!

“Hey, hey, hey? What’s the matter? Petrified? Just tell me if you’re okay!”

Oh no, not good! This lady is just way too adorable! Even her simple gestures have the power to captivate souls and charm one to the point of sheer cuteness.

It’s no wonder the principal married her. He indeed possesses the ability to sway a man’s heart.

“Then I’ll just watch the video and wait for him!” It’s quite dull anyhow.”

Ye Zichen retrieved his phone to play a video clip, but he still remained seated. He tilted his head, peered at it with a sullen expression, and eventually just aimlessly swiped through his phone out of boredom.

The staff member who had merely glanced earlier blushed again, hastily averting their gaze.

All of a sudden, the sound of footsteps echoed not too far away. Shang Xiaojie’s excitement prompted her to sit up, her gaze fixated on the source of the noise with anticipation. Soon enough, Mu Sifa approached, accompanied by another man.

Though Shang Xiaojie couldn’t discern their conversation clearly, it was evident the other person held Mu Sifa in high regard.

Was it a patient? Family?

Shang Xiaojie was perplexed, but her discomfort surged when she observed the individual walking and conversing beside Mu Sifa.

“Why do you always engage with others?” She murmured softly, a tinge of annoyance in her voice.