Chapitre 33: THIS CINDERELLA IS FIERCE! (2)

I pushed Meng Bao from my lap once he started fondling my boobs and nestling further in my stomach. He was shameless enough to pinch the fat on my belly!

And after I pushed him, he finally opened his eyes, blinked innocently with his beautiful blue eyes, as he was a mixed Asian-Caucasian. He stared at me and then asked, "Did I do something, Ying Jie?"

'This scoundrel dares to act so innocently!' I clenched the ice pack in my hand. I used this to compress the bruise on Meng Bao's temple. But it didn't seem like he needed it.

"Ying Jie, why is your face so red?" Meng Bao asked again.

"It seems you didn't get hurt when your head hit the wall. Do you want to try it again?"

"Aiya! I'm sorry, Ying Jie! I didn't mean to touch your—"

"MY WHAT?"

"Nothing!" Meng Bao zipped his mouth.

I took a deep breath and pulled him up. He seemed to be alright, just a small bruise on his left temple. Meng Bao scratched his head, "Ying Jie, why did you hit me like that? You almost killed me, you know."

"Don't exaggerate it. You are fine," I rolled my eyes. "Who told you to suddenly steal my key and sneaked inside my house! Are you a creep? Do you want to peek at me!? Don't even try, Meng Bao. Your Jie is powerful. I can gouge your eyes if you dare to do it!"

Meng bao shivered. He gulped and shook his head, "Ying Jie, you dropped your key in that supermarket. I picked it up and was just trying to surprise you. Because you seem to be in a bad mood after I got that phone call."

"That's not how you surprise someone ah! You can just… do something more normal like waiting in front of the door, or call me at least! How could you bypass the old gardener grandpa outside? He is always nosy whenever he saw someone he doesn't know coming to this apartment!"

"Ah… about that…I—I'm not sure either, Jie…"

"Ugh, they really should increase the security here. The rent of this apartment is pretty expensive already. I should get better security!" I complained.

"Wait, you rent this apartment?" Meng Bao suddenly asked.

"Yes, and it's expensive!"

"I thought you own this unit…" Meng Bao said. "Should I give you one unit?"

I crossed my arm, "Oh for real, Meng Bao, why are you acting like a billionaire again. I get it, you want to be rich, but you need to work, not daydream!"

I squinted suspiciously at Meng Bao, "Unless you actually own the whole apartment building. That means you are a real billionaire."

"O—Of course not, haha, I'm sorry, Jie. I just imagined stuff…"

"As expected," I said. Of course, it couldn't be Meng Bao. The apartment building owner was my boss, Yang Zhuhuo, and his son, Yang Menghuo. My boss said that his son was actually far richer than he and his wife combined.

But he was such a waste because he earned all those money from investing and real estate. All he did was to fly around the globe and make deals here and there. He was not working a real job like him or his wife.

'Either way, that wasteful son is still rich as heck. Too bad he's gay,' I thought. 'But maybe, I should befriend him. At least, I can match him with Qiang's friends. She said that she is surrounded by so many elite gays in her office.'

Now that I was thinking about matching two men, my attention immediately shifted to my BL collection. I darted my eyes immediately at my wide-open room since I didn't close my room full of BL collection!

"Meng Bao, did you enter my room when you sneaked in?"

"N—No! Why would I!? I was just here to surprise you, Jie! I have been hiding behind the door the whole time!" Meng Bao defended himself. I peered at him suspiciously. While calculating the amount of hit needed to make Meng Bao forgot what he saw without killing him.

"Really? You didn't see anything, right?" I asked again. Meng Bao shook his head desperately. He eyed the door. Maybe he really thought that I would hit him again.

My room was full of BL merchandises. As a hardcore collector, I often collected all kinds of fan arts, both official and unofficial. So I had plenty of smutty Boys Love fan art poster, from doggy style, man on top, pinwheel…

If someone except Shi Qiang saw those fan art posters, they might have to bleach their eyes with holy water. And my reputation as a proper working woman would be diminished into a fujoshi or rotten girl in front of Meng Bao.

I glanced at Meng Bao, who was terrified and sighed deeply. Well, at least this incident somehow released that weird romantic thought in my head. I should treat Meng Bao like I treat MengMeng. They act very similarly anyway.

'Hehe, imagine if MengMeng is a man.'

"Okay, I'm sorry for glaring at you. It's just some women stuff inside," I said.

"Y—Yeah, Jie… definitely…" Meng Bao nodded in order to save his life.

"Well, since you are here, you can sit back, watch TV or something, and wait for me," I said.

"Huh? What are you going to do, Jie?" Meng Bao asked.

I picked the apron from the hanger and wore it. I glanced at Meng Bao and smiled thin,

"Cooking for our lunch."