15 – Thаnks, Sistеr-in-lаw, уоu’rе rеally skillеd!
Во Сhеnjing ponderеd fоr a momеnt, thinking that Sheng Сhuуаng wаs tоо weаk tо run fаr.
Тurning around, hе scanned the rооm and nоtiсеd thе рillow wаs missing frоm thе bed.
Finallу, his gаze sеttled on the wаlk-in clоset.
Two рieсes оf his сlothing werе scatterеd оn thе flоor of thе сlоsеt.
He оpеned the first wаrdrobe dоor by thе entrancе.
Тhеn the sесond, the third…
Finallу, when hе оpenеd the fourth dоor, hе sаw Shеng Chuуang curlеd up inside, wеаring his сlothes and clutching his pillow.
And Shеng Сhuyang was… frantiсаlly sniffing his pillow.
Shеng Сhuyang looked up, her eyes still filled with fascination.
“Your pillow smells so good.”
Actually, his bed smelled even better, but she wasn’t used to sleeping in it—she only liked enclosed spaces.
Bo Chenjing’s hand on the wardrobe door handle tightened slowly. After a few moments of silence, he said expressionlessly, “Sheng Chuyang, are you a pervert?”
Sheng Chuyang quickly searched her mind for the meaning of “pervert.”
Pervert = abnormal.
Sheng Chuyang frowned unhappily. “You’re insulting me!”
Bo Chenjing, his face tense, tossed a shopping bag to her, then turned and left.
Sheng Chuyang opened it to find sanitary pads, heating patches, and… underwear.
…
In the living room…
Rong Zhi crouched beside the coffee table, slurping instant noodles while staring at the staircase.
Seeing Bo Chenjing come down, he craned his neck to look behind him.
Confirming no one was following Bo Chenjing, he sounded disappointed. “Why are you alone?”
Bo Chenjing immediately tried to shoo him away. “Why haven’t you left yet?”
“I’ve been filming on set for two months. I just missed you and wanted to reconnect with my brother.”
Rong Zhi’s occasional glances upstairs made his words utterly unconvincing.
Bo Chenjing didn’t call him out. “Finish eating and leave quickly.”
“Oh.” Rong Zhi immediately slowed down his noodle-slurping.
He even tried to chat with Bo Chenjing to stall for time.
“Cousin, I heard that the Jiang family kid’s fiancée came back to life at the funeral?”
Sheng Chuyang, who had just come downstairs, happened to hear Rong Zhi’s words.
Rong Zhi hadn’t noticed Sheng Chuyang’s arrival yet.
Bo Chenjing glanced at Sheng Chuyang, who was now standing behind Rong Zhi, but said nothing.
Rong Zhi reached up to rub his neck, feeling a chill. “Is the air conditioning set too low? It’s a bit cold. I’ll go turn it up.”
As he turned around, he was startled by Sheng Chuyang, who had silently appeared behind him, letting out a yelp and dropping his instant noodles.
But before the noodles hit the floor, Sheng Chuyang caught them steadily.
“Instant noodles are delicious. Don’t waste them.” Sheng Chuyang said seriously, handing the noodles back to him.
Rong Zhi took the noodles, still shaken. “Thanks, sis-in-law. You’ve got great reflexes.”
Her noodle-catching speed was on par with his cousin’s 26 years of singlehood.
It’s just that she walked without making a sound—a bit eerie.
“My name isn’t sis-in-law. It’s Sheng Chuyang.” Sheng Chuyang corrected him while studying him closely.
A pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, vibrant even without expression, deep-set brows, a tall and straight nose, and a clean, defined jawline—handsome yet bright with youthful exuberance.
He carried the same calm confidence as Bo Chenjing but seemed much more approachable.
Sheng Chuyang could understand why the original host had been so madly in love with Rong Zhi.
With looks like his, even in the City of Eternal Night, many would adore him.Rong Zhi found Sheng Chuyang’s tone a bit odd, even somewhat eerie. But then it occurred to him that a girl who could catch the eye of his worldly-desire-free cousin was bound to be a little peculiar.
With that thought, he didn’t dwell on it further. Smiling, he extended a hand toward Sheng Chuyang and asked curiously, “I’m Rong Zhi. How old are you?”
“Eighteen.” Sheng Chuyang didn’t shake his hand.
Once Rong Zhi accepted the premise that “it’s normal for my future cousin-in-law to be a bit strange,” he no longer saw Sheng Chuyang’s refusal to shake hands as rude. Instead, he found her quite distinctive.
Rong Zhi deliberately glanced at Bo Chenjing. “Just turned eighteen, huh? Quite a few years younger than me.”
Bo Chenjing ignored him.
Feeling a bit awkward, Rong Zhi pointed to the spot beside Bo Chenjing, gesturing for Sheng Chuyang to sit.
“Have a seat. Don’t just stand there.”
The original host’s DNA stirred once more.
Sheng Chuyang couldn’t resist and walked over to sit beside Bo Chenjing.
After she sat down, Bo Chenjing gave her a cold glance, his expression sour.
Is he still angry?
Sheng Chuyang thought it over and decided it was probably about the pillow incident.
Bo Chenjing was a very honorable opponent; he hadn’t taken advantage of her weakness to finish her off. She felt it necessary to maintain a good relationship with him.
Sheng Chuyang explained, “Next time, I won’t smell your pillow.”
After all, there are still blankets and clothes and such to sniff.
Rong Zhi: “(⊙o⊙)…”
Is this a topic suitable for someone like me, a child of eighteen years plus sixty months?
Bo Chenjing felt a throbbing in his temples. “Shut up!”
Seems like he’s embarrassed and angry.
Forget it. He’s over seventy years younger than me. I won’t hold it against him.
Rong Zhi couldn’t take it anymore. “Cousin, don’t be so harsh.”
Being this harsh will cost you your wife.
Bo Chenjing shot him a look, and Rong Zhi silently closed his mouth as well.
Forget it. I’ll just chat with my cousin-in-law instead.
Compared to my cousin, my eccentric cousin-in-law is much easier to get along with.
“Cousin-in-law, have you heard about the Jiang family kid’s fiancée coming back to life?” I missed so much gossip while stuck in the crew digging mud.
Sheng Chuyang: “Yes.”
Rong Zhi pressed further: “Did she really come back to life?”
Sheng Chuyang: “Do I look like a dead person to you?”
Rong Zhi: “…”
It took a while before Rong Zhi managed to stammer out, “You… you’re Jiang Songran’s fiancée?”
“Not for much longer.” She would break off the engagement with that coward Jiang Songran as soon as possible.
Rong Zhi nodded in agreement. “You should break off the engagement.”
After all, you’ve already hugged my cousin. It’s only right to dump Jiang Songran.
Sheng Chuyang sensed that Rong Zhi seemed to have misunderstood something.
But she couldn’t quite figure out what exactly he had misunderstood, and thus had no way to explain.
After a whole night of commotion, dawn was almost breaking.
Rong Zhi yawned sleepily and, thinking himself quite considerate, said, “I won’t disturb you two any longer. I’m going back to sleep.”
Sheng Chuyang: “Goodbye.”
Having stumbled upon a shocking piece of gossip, Rong Zhi left contentedly.
Having stolen the autopsy report but utterly humiliated herself, Sheng Chuyang also prepared to leave.
Unexpectedly, the moment she stood up, Bo Chenjing yanked her back down.
“Who’s your accomplice?”
Bo Chenjing could deduce that she would go to the crime scene, and naturally, he also knew she had broken into his house to steal the autopsy report.
There was a vampire’s scent on the second floor, but Sheng Chuyang’s human body carried no such scent.
This meant Sheng Chuyang must have had an accomplice.Sheng Chuyang knew she couldn’t hide it from Bo Chenjing, and she couldn’t be bothered to argue: “You have no right to interfere with a vampire who hasn’t violated the Peace Treaty.”