Butler Zhu connected the experiences of these past few years together, more and more affirming the persona that “President He is impotent”, and worriedly said the truth without being careful, “No wonder the Second Master never gets close to women. I’ve been saying that all these years the little starlets scrambling to climb into bed came wave after wave, how could it be that unexpectedly not a single person succeeded…”
Chi Ye felt that he shouldn’t allow the old man to keep misunderstanding.
This is very bad.
“He can get it up…” Inside his mind, a certain hard object that he had accidentally kicked that night in the little dark room suddenly flashed into his memory; Chi Ye’s face flushed completely red in a flash, and he whispered in addition, “And it’s quite formidable.”
Butler Zhu didn’t believe it, “Then which step did it get stuck on?”
Chi Ye’s vision darkened, and numbly he said, “It’s because I myself am not striving/unpromising.”
Although the butler gentleman was still extremely perplexed, he ultimately let out a sigh of relief, patting Chi Ye’s shoulder earnestly and with deep meaning, “It doesn’t matter, keep trying and persevere.”
Chi Ye hurriedly waved his hand: “No need.”
I think my current chrysanthemum state is pretty good, it doesn’t need development, and besides, your Second Master probably can’t withstand being kicked a few more times.
Butler Zhu’s train of thought had already bolted like a wild horse and couldn’t be pulled back, “Next time you can change a method, for example, imperceptibly putting medicine into the Second Master’s dinner, or putting it into red wine or coffee will both work. But first I have to go to the kitchen to bribe that little housemaid…”
Chi Ye felt that the old man must have been poisoned too deeply by the eight o’clock family ethics dramas every night, hurting his brain, so he couldn’t bear to argue with him and turned to leave.
Butler Zhu anxiously said, “Where are you going? Lunch is about to be ready, aren’t you going to eat at home?”
Chi Ye waved backward, “No, I’m not hungry!”
Is this a matter of being hungry or not?
Butler Zhu’s heart was so tired.
He had just heard in the morning that Young Master Chi had already regained his freedom, and was so happy that the wrinkles on his face were almost enough to steam steamed buns, bustling up and down to arrange for the Second Master and his wife to have a harmony banquet at noon.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the person arrived in the kitchen, they were hauled out to find trouble for Young Master Chi. Right now the food had already been served on the table, and the Second Master was about to arrive at the dining room, yet Young Master Chi was going out again.
How come trying to patch up two people who are already married is even harder than finding a partner for a programmer.
Butler Zhu chased behind Chi Ye shouting to eat after finishing the meal, at least waiting until he arranged the driver, assistant, and car for going out.
Chi Ye dropped a sentence of “No need,” and trotted down the spiral staircase, running all the way without looking back straight to the carved iron gates of South Bay Villa.
Listening to the sound of the iron art carved gates behind him slowly closing along the tracks, Chi Ye let out a long sigh of relief.
Long-lost freedom.
The joy of finally escaping the cage paralyzed his brain, and Chi Ye couldn’t help but reveal a smile to every tree along the way, happily running out several hundred meters, aimlessly.
Running until tired, stopping, he suddenly realized that it seemed the whole way he hadn’t seen any pedestrians or vehicles passing by.
Chi Ye patted his head, suddenly remembering that he was still currently situated in the world of a novel, completely knowing nothing about this city.
Fortunately, the worldview authored by the author completely coincided with reality, and all life experiences were applicable.
Chi Ye found a large stone along the way to sit down flat on the ground, pulled out his mobile phone map and started pondering.
Unsurprisingly, he discovered that He Lin’s South Bay Villa was indeed built remotely, and the subway or bus station closest to here took over ten minutes by driving.
Chi Ye somewhat regretted not listening to Butler Zhu’s words to let the driver send him, but if he were to turn back to the villa now, he would probably bump right into He Lin who was eating lunch.
Clearly, for Chi Ye, communicating face-to-face with He Lin for ten minutes consumed more physical energy than walking ten kilometers on foot.
Chi Ye gritted his teeth, pulling out the willpower of pulling off five theatrical productions a day from his previous life, and decisively decided to walk to the subway station on his own two legs.
He Lin at this moment was indeed in his own villa’s dining room.
Yet he wasn’t eating, but instead sitting upright in the main seat of the Chinese-style round table, facing a table full of finely crafted delicacies with great color and flavor, standing rock-solid and motionless.
He was waiting for someone.
Lin Yishui and Butler Zhu were sitting respectively on the left and right sides, both focusedly staring at the rice bowls in front of them, successfully creating the strong sense of sight of chief cannon fodder.
He Lin was actually not too particular regarding diet, seldom dining at home, and when busy often resolving a meal in the office or airport.
Today counted as an exception.
What was even more exceptional was that he actually proactively invited his assistant and butler to share the table.
He Lin had once explicitly expressed that he did not like dining together with others, and therefore apart from very necessary banquets, he had always eaten alone.
Yet the assistant and butler gentleman invited to share lunch at this moment didn’t feel much of being flattered.
Before coming, Lin Yishui had gathered data on He Lin attending banquets over many years, rigorously analyzing that the purpose of his sitting at the dining table was merely to alleviate He Lin’s awkwardness and tension facing Chi Ye alone.
The Second Master He would also feel nervous? Lin Yishui was genuinely startled by the conclusion he himself had drawn.
Butler Zhu looked with a heartache at that urn of Supreme Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, the small candle underneath having burned until only a flickering, intermittent faint wisp of flame remained.
Yet He Lin still had no intention of moving his chopsticks.
Butler Zhu raised his head and rapidly exchanged glances with Lin Yishui, the two of them so tacitly understanding for the first time, shaking their heads with a shared, unspoken vicissitude.
The person He Lin was waiting for obviously couldn’t come.
Butler Zhu now thoroughly regretted it, and shouldn’t have casually mentioned preparing the harmony banquet when running into the Second Master in the morning.
The old man originally just casually spoke, wanting to help Chi Ye—who had finally regained his freedom—build up some presence, not expecting He Lin to actually take it seriously, not only nodding in agreement, but also arriving punctually in the dining room.
Now background actors gathered happily together, while the protagonist was inexplicably absent.
A bit unable to step down from the stage.
Lin Yishui turned his face away, ruthlessly rejecting Butler Zhu’s cross-space cry for help, throwing him a look of “whoever dug the hole should fill it himself.”
Butler Zhu knew he was in the wrong, bearing He Lin’s north-wind-chilling air pressure, and braced himself to pick up the serving chopsticks, “Second Master, this dish is going to get cold if we don’t eat it.”
He Lin swept a glance at him and didn’t speak.
Butler Zhu immediately shut his mouth, put down his chopsticks, and pulled back his hand.
Lin Yishui hated that iron couldn’t become steel, and having no choice had to personally top the spot, hardening his heart and speaking straight out: “I just saw Young Master Chi go out, estimated that he won’t be able to come back temporarily.”
He Lin’s hand reaching toward the table napkin abruptly paused, turning his head to look at Butler Zhu, his gaze cold and stern, questioning in a deep voice: “What is going on?”
“Because… because Young Master Chi is shy!”
Butler Zhu used his wit in an emergency, thinking of the correct answer within a mere half second: “Young Master Chi was originally extremely looking forward to this harmony banquet, but because he hadn’t dined at the same table with you for too long, he was both nervous and apprehensive, struggling several times without any way to calm his excited heart down, and finally truly afraid of disturbing your mood, he had no choice but to sneak out by himself.”
He Lin raised an eyebrow, “Is that so?”
It’s a ghost!
Lin Yishui rolled a relatively restrained pair of eyes, thinking in his heart “If this old man doesn’t go be a screenwriter, it really truly wastes a body of talent.”
Butler Zhu single-handedly struggled to set off the atmosphere, picking up the pastry in the middle of the table and placing it in front of He Lin, “This was specially ordered by Young Master Chi to be made by the kitchen right before he went out, saying that sweet foods make people produce feelings of pleasantness, and hoping you won’t be affected in mood because of his absence.”
He Lin slightly nodded, not knowing whether he believed it or not.
He wiped his hands, put down the table napkin, picked up his chopsticks, and spoke, “Eat.”