You Are Deep in The Stars

“What do you want to do now?” Bai Xi felt the heat of Wang Yuanchen’s two burning eyes, which made the hair on his back stand up.

“Where did the cup come from?” he asked.

Bai Xi replied, “It’s a gift from Chunchun.”

Liu Chunchun also said quickly, “I gave it to you. Last time I went to Disneyland, I bought a dozen of them at once.” All good friends had them, including Mr. Wang. Of course, he had dropped them with his own hands the night before.

Wang Yuanchen clenched his fist in the air, and the ashtray flew away.

Liu Chunchun decisively took two steps back to ensure safety.

Bai Xi became more and more confused. “What’s wrong with Chunchun giving me a cup?!”

“Don’t use it!” Mr. Wang ordered childishly.

But the domineering Mr. Bai obviously would not be threatened by him. Instead of putting down the cup, he propped his cheek up and said, “In addition to this water cup, the sofa you are sitting on was also given by Chunchun, as well as this lamp and the cup in the cabinet behind me. Books, and every Friday before work, Chunchun would treat me to a cup of pineapple juice.”

Wang Yuanchen slapped the table hard, causing dense lines of spider webs to crack on the glass countertop. His whole person exuded strong dissatisfaction and haze, and a sense of oppression almost filled the entire office.

Liu Chunchun was about to cry but didn’t know why he, despite being so good, had become the troublemaker like a white lotus, who started a war between the two men. He signalled Bai Xi to be quiet with his eyes, pushed Mr. Wang back to the sofa, and coaxed, “I’ll buy you a new cup as soon as I get home, two.”

Wang Yuanchen continued to look at him quietly.

Liu Chunchun stretched out his finger. “Three.”

Bai Xi, behind him, said, “Pfft.”

Wang Yuanchen waved his hand, causing a tornado to fly out of the folders on his desktop.

“What are you doing?” Han Zhuo had just entered the office and reached out to catch the brick dictionary flying toward him.

“Take care of your people!” Wang Yuanchen said angrily and dragged Liu Chunchun back to the next door.

Bai Xi laid on the table laughing, looking like a child who had succeeded in making trouble.

“Did you bully him again?” Han Zhuo threw his coat on the sofa and picked up the documents flying around, page by page.

“I really didn’t; it was him who exploded first,” Bai Xi said. “Speaking of which, the first time I saw Mr. Wang in a bar, I thought he was a promiscuous love expert.” After all, he was really good at being mysteries. He knew how to talk, playing games, and was flirtatious when bartending. He seemed to get along with every guest like a lover. It was just that he never expected that under his playboy appearance, there was such a violent and childish soul hidden.

“It means he no longer regarded you as a stranger.” Han Zhuo put the file back on the desk. “I would rather see him now than when he was a bartender.”

“Drink coffee.” Bai Xi handed over the cup. He had received a call from Han Zhuo before and probably knew the content of the afternoon conversation, so he asked, “What do you think?”

“I can accept Liang Yi’s reasons,” Han Zhuo said. “So, there was an 80% possibility that I would agree to cooperate with him. However, what other specific requirements did the other party have, and what kind of plan did it have to make? It’s a lot of tedious work that require enough patience and time to handle.”

“Is it a bright future?” Bai Xi leaned back in his chair. “Just like in the movie, at the critical moment, there are always helpers who join the protagonist in saving the world.”

“Maybe.” Han Zhuo nodded and smiled again. “Do you need to celebrate?”

“Yes, so let’s go home tonight.” Bai Xi patted the side of his face. “Aunt Li just called and said that she had cooked a lot of mutton soup to drive away the cold… By the way, Chunchun and the irritable Mr. Wang will go too.”

Han Zhuo couldn’t help but think of the tragic scene last time when Wang Yuanchen had suffered from vomiting and diarrhoea after eating Aunt Li’s Love Pork Ribs.

So, he said from the bottom of his heart, “My infinite sympathy.”

At seven o’clock in the evening, steam rose in the villa, and Aunt Li was busy in the kitchen. Mrs. Bai sat on the sofa, sorting out the photo albums of Bai Xi’s childhood.

“Mom and Dad, we’re back!” Bai Xi dragged Han Zhuo in, holding a large bouquet of flowers, as well as many snacks and fruits. It looked like a grand ceremony of two people returning to their parents’ home.