Cut the Crap, I Don’t Like Being Disobeyed

"I'll drive you." Nian Junting stayed silent for a short while, then said slowly, "We're going out for breakfast."

"But where I live and your company aren't in the same direction. Plus, the breakfast is already ready," Luosang said. Still, she felt flattered.

"It's alright. I own that company, so I can go to work anytime I want. Cut the crap; I don't like being disobeyed." After saying that, Nian Junting walked downstairs.

Luosang had no way to change his idea. After saying goodbye to Sister Lan, she packed her bags and followed Nian Junting to the parking lot. It was eight o'clock in the morning. 

The sweet corn had been boiled. To avoid wastefulness, Luosang had grabbed some sweet corn before she left and was now eating while walking.

Nian Junting turned to look at her before getting into the car. He saw that she had a piece of corn on her cheek. It made her look adorable under the warm sunlight.

He frowned slightly and reached out to pick off the corn without thinking. Luosang gave a start, then turned her face. Because of this sudden action, the tips of his fingers swept across her red lips. He felt that her lips were as soft and juicy as the jellies that he had touched when he was little.

Both of them paused.

Nian Junting blinked, then took his hand back swiftly, as if he had been hit by an electric current. "Eat, eat, eat, you know nothing but how to eat. You must have been a pig in your previous life," he said with a dark face.

"I just don't want to waste it," said Luosang while pouting with an innocent look on her face, like a child.

Nian Junting snorted, then turned to get into the car. He believed that he must have lost his mind, and that that was why he felt that this old woman looked like a child when pouting.

A while later, Nian Junting glanced at Luosang's small bag, then asked, "Is that all of your stuff?"

"Yeah," she answered.

Nian Junting knitted his brows. He now recalled that she had been wearing the same few clothes the whole time. Sometimes, he tired of looking at her clothes.

"You can't live like this," he sighed, feeling that he was worrying too much about her. "Women need to spend some time to make themselves look prettier so that they can catch a man's attention."

Luosang thought of Yi Jingxi, and a trace of scornfulness flashed across her eyes. Hadn't she tried hard enough to make herself look pretty before? It used to be an accepted fact that she was the prettiest girl in her faculty. But at last, her fiance still cheated on her and chose Zhong Yi, who was less so.

"I think… Men care more about how women act in bed," she said.

"Are you saying that you're good in bed?" Nian Junting gave her a faint smile and added, "But no matter how good you are in bed, you need to be pretty to get men into your bed, right?"

"I'm not good at anything," she said.

That was why she lost everything.

She dropped her eyes and pressed her lips together. The atmosphere suddenly turned a little sad.

Nian Junting rubbed his nose, thinking that he might have touched a sore spot. He wasn't trying to criticize her. Instead, he just wanted to give her some advice from a man's angle so she could live a better life in the future.

He coughed slightly, then took out a stack of money from his billfold, handed it to her, and said, "This is your reward for saving me at the hospital the last time and pointing out the mistake in the contract."

Luosang paused in shock. There was more money here than what she had been given by Murong Cheng.

"Mr. Nian, I can't take this. Mrs. Nian has already paid me much more than I earned. You shouldn't give me more. I don't deserve this."

"Luosang, do you know what I hate about some Chinese people the most?" Nian Junting said with a deep voice, sounding like a strong and successful man. "It is that when they obviously want something, they have to pretend that they don't want it. Do you want me to try to persuade you to accept this money? Don't make me angry, or you won't even be able to leave. Take it or don't."

Luosang was speechless.

She really felt that she didn't deserve the extra money.