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Early the next morning, as Luo Mingjing opened the door, there stood Shi Min once again.
She handed him the flowers without asking how he’d thought things over. Leaning back on the lounge chair, she picked up a book and began reading as if nothing unusual was happening.
Luo Mingjing asked, “Have you had breakfast?”
“You cooking? Then yes.”
The last time, due to various reasons, Shi Min hadn’t had the chance to taste his cooking. This time, she was determined to eat at his place.
Luo Mingjing said, “Then wait here while I go buy groceries.”
“Far?” Shi Min got up. “I’ll drive you.”
“No need. It’s only a twenty-minute walk. I’ll ride my bike.”
Shi Min slowly walked out, standing by as he wiped down the bike, unlocked it, swung her long legs over, and tucked her wallet into the corner of her mouth while organizing the textile bag for shopping.
Autumn leaves fell, painting the ground in golden hues.
He waved, said a quick goodbye, and pedaled off.
As soon as the bike steadied, the backseat dipped slightly. Shi Min reminded him, “I’m putting my hands here.”
Her arms encircled his waist, sending tingles through half of Luo Mingjing’s body.
Even through his clothes, he could feel the warmth of her hands.
“…Is President Shi coming along too?”
“Change your address.”
“Sister.” Luo Mingjing chuckled. “You’re tagging along even for grocery shopping? I didn’t lock the shop.”
“I checked. You don’t have customers.”
Luo Mingjing smiled faintly, “Mhm.”
“What do you live on? Selling clothes or streaming donations?”
“Selling clothes, but I also sell paintings.” Luo Mingjing said, “All online transactions. No one usually comes to the shop to buy.”
“Monthly turnover?”
“Never calculated.” Luo Mingjing replied. “But it’s enough to live on and save some.”
Shi Min said, “Saving is stagnant. Making money flow is what keeps it alive.”
He understood the logic, but Luo Mingjing wasn’t particularly concerned.
Shi Min continued, “You’re unique. Last time, you told me you had no dreams, just the desire to make money. That wasn’t a lie—it’s clear you genuinely think that way—but you aren’t acting accordingly.”
The studio’s decor suggested it was originally intended as a classroom. Clearly, he had once planned to take in students and teach painting.
But he hadn’t.
Near Chang’an Square, there was an elementary school to the east and a middle school to the west. There were bound to be students, yet he didn’t accept them.
Shi Min hadn’t forgotten the peculiar friendly reminder. She observed that the adults around this area were either busy office workers or stay-at-home moms accompanying their children. None had time to learn painting. By refusing underage students, Luo Mingjing had essentially abandoned the possibility of running a painting class in this region.
He claimed he wanted to make money, yet he wasn’t going all out. He still did business at his own leisurely pace, relying on fate to bring income—whether much or little, it was all destiny, and he let things unfold naturally.
Luo Mingjing swerved the bike a few times, finally stabilizing it, and said, “Let fate decide.”
See? Just as she thought.
His demeanor didn’t resemble that of a young person. Instead, he seemed like a retired elder, devoid of ambition, slowly savoring the passage of time and the essence of living itself.
The market was bustling with activity—chickens flapping, dogs barking, and people shouting.
Luo Mingjing asked Shi Min to help push the cart, then shook out the textile bag and started picking vegetables.
Once the fresh produce and eggs were bought, Luo Mingjing asked her, “Do you eat chicken? Fish?”
“No restrictions.”
Most vendors recognized Luo Mingjing. Seeing him accompanied by a well-dressed woman exuding an elite aura, they asked who she was.
Luo Mingjing answered naturally, “My sister.”
Shi Min’s expression turned complex.
After selecting the chicken, catching a fish, and filling the bike basket and handles, Luo Mingjing rode back with the groceries—and the CEO.
On the way, he listed the menu—not just for breakfast, but lunch and dinner too.
Shi Min rested one hand around his waist, her expression inscrutable. “So, you’re planning to keep me here until evening?”
“I’m forward-thinking.” Luo Mingjing seemed delighted, humming softly as he said, “Once you’ve tasted my homemade breakfast, you won’t want to leave.”
Indeed, the hearty breakfast was far better than the discounted healthy meals Fiona had bought for her. It felt like home.
True to Luo Mingjing’s words, after eating, Shi Min lingered in the studio, unwilling to leave.
While washing dishes, Luo Mingjing asked her, “Not busy today?”
“Not really.” Shi Min replied, “I don’t have much to do.”
“Aren’t you launching a new game at your company?”
“Dongshi Technology?” Shi Min chuckled. “No rush. Dongshi Technology doesn’t need my constant attention.”
Luo Mingjing paused for a moment, then asked, “How many companies do you own?”
Shi Min glanced down at her phone, typing rapidly. “Not many under my name.”
Not wanting to disturb her work, Luo Mingjing refrained from asking further questions.
After the meal, Luo Mingjing introduced the paintings in the studio. Shi Min asked, “Are all the priced ones for sale?”
Her tone hinted at buying everything. Luo Mingjing tactfully responded, “Sister, please don’t buy them all.”
Shi Min said, “Don’t get ahead of yourself. I just want Zhengzhi Art Studio .”
Luo Mingjing felt her emphasis on the last four words but couldn’t pinpoint why it felt off.
After wrapping the painting, Shi Min asked, “How much is the monthly rent?”
“One thousand per quarter,” Luo Mingjing replied. “Very cheap.”
“Utilities?”
“I pay them myself. Not much.”
“How did you choose to open a shop here?”
“It’s quiet.” Luo Mingjing said. “…And mainly, it’s affordable.”
“What do you stream?”
“Usually painting, sometimes gaming, singing, or chatting.” Luo Mingjing paused, smiling. “Occasionally… makeup.”
“Women’s makeup?”
“Yeah.”
A complete freelancer. Shi Min formed her judgment.
Luo Mingjing started stewing the chicken, while Shi Min lounged in the beanbag chair, reading. Listening to his footsteps coming and going, the rustling leaves outside, she drifted into a drowsy state.
Shi Chu had remarked that Luo Mingjing’s appearance wasn’t advantageous. His sharp features exuded aggression, an unfriendly handsomeness with cold eyes and severe brows, giving off an intimidating and impure vibe.
Now, as Shi Min looked at Luo Mingjing, she thought Shi Chu’s words were nonsense.
Perhaps it was the warmth of the chicken soup or the mist softening his eyes and brows, but Shi Min sensed something homely about Luo Mingjing—restrained, steady, with a touch of suppressed vulnerability, teetering yet gentle.
That stubborn fragility.
Shi Min licked her lips, her gaze growing increasingly fond. The unyielding vulnerability in him was fatally attractive to her.
The wind chimes jingled. A short-haired, doll-faced girl carrying a large cardboard box squeezed in. Shi Min got up to open the door for her.
Fiona placed the box down and happily announced, “Special discount! So many free gifts!”
She pulled a cushion from her backpack: “Here, sis.”
Shi Min pointed at Luo Mingjing. Fiona nodded and handed the cushion to him with both hands.
Luo Mingjing accepted it, puzzled. “Hello…”
Shi Min introduced, “This is my assistant. She’s here to install your dishwasher.”
So that’s what she’d been arranging when contacting her assistant earlier!
Fiona quickly unpacked the dishwasher, plugged it in, and tested it.
“Perfect!” The assistant snapped her fingers. “I won’t disturb you further. See you, sis.”
Shi Min asked, “How did you come?”
“Subway.”
Shi Min tossed her car keys. “Take my car back.”
Fiona was confused. “Then how will you return?”
Shi Min didn’t respond, raising an eyebrow and glancing at Luo Mingjing.
The assistant understood. Her boss meant she wouldn’t be returning to the office today.
Smiling broadly, the assistant said, “Got it. I’ll drive it back to the company.”
After the assistant left, Luo Mingjing said, “Sister Shi… you’re incredibly thoughtful.”
Shi Min replied lazily, “I can’t just eat and leave you to clean up. Dishwashing is annoying.”
She couldn’t finish eating and leave him to labor alone, so Shi Min bought a machine to handle it.
Breakfast, lunch, dinner.
Sure enough, Shi Min stayed for all three meals.
Luo Mingjing was in high spirits, happily remarking, “It’s rare for the kitchen to feel lively like today.”
“I have a company going public next year. Days as leisurely as today will be scarce.” Shi Min said, “When I’m not busy, I’ll come here every day for meals like today. Do you mind?”
“Welcome.” Luo Mingjing said. “Three meals a day, all covered.”
Shi Min smiled leisurely. “In the future… there’ll also be late-night snacks.”
Such words shouldn’t be pondered too deeply.
After dinner, Shi Min prepared to leave.
Luo Mingjing said, “I’ll walk you to the intersection. It’s inconvenient to hail a cab here.”
While waiting for the car, Shi Min suddenly asked, “I’ve never asked you this before—I love your type, but what about you? What are your thoughts on me?”
Luo Mingjing only smiled, offering no reply.
Shi Min gently reminded him, “You still owe me an answer.”
Leaning close to his ear, she whispered, “If it’s late, there will be consequences.”
Unexpectedly, Luo Mingjing pulled her into an embrace, lowering his head to whisper near her ear, “Then… punish me.”
Surprise filled Shi Min’s eyes.
They parted, standing side by side, each silent.
When the car arrived, Luo Mingjing said solemnly, “Sister, give me more time to think.”
Shi Min got into the car, smiling faintly. “No more time. Starting tomorrow, I’ll consider you my boyfriend by default.”
“Listen carefully, Luo Mingjing.” Shi Min said firmly. “From now on, when introducing me, don’t call me ‘sister.’ Call me girlfriend. Understood?”
Luo Mingjing slowly walked back to the shop, silently closing the door. He turned on the computer and posted a Weibo update reminding his followers of the upcoming live stream.
His expression was calm, and so was his heart.
Soon, fans gradually filled the live stream room.
Amidst the barrage of comments asking, “Who’s keeping you? Are you getting rich?” Luo Mingjing said, “No sudden wealth.”
He raised his head, his eyes shimmering with light, and smiled. Slowly, he said, “I gave up a chance to get rich and exchanged it for a friend.”
The chat flew by rapidly.
What kind of friend?
Sugar daddy?
Maserati CEO?
You’re stupid for giving up sudden wealth! You’re not our fairy anymore, hmpf!
What kind of friend?
Luo Mingjing said, “A friend who has agreed to eat three meals a day with me.”
The chat reacted swiftly. Soon, the word “cohabitation” flooded the screen.
“The artistic way of saying cohabitation.”
“Everyone, savor this. Eating three meals together is practically marriage.”
“Three meals a day, an essential part of life. This is a veiled confession!”
“Am I the only one who doesn’t understand? Did the whole sugar daddy thing just slip away like that?”
“Male or female?”
“What? Did the fairy come out?”
Luo Mingjing took a deep breath and replied, “Complicated feelings. Let’s draw some R-18 content today.”
The live stream exploded with comments.
Afterward, Shi Min kept her promise. Every day, regardless of how busy she was, she personally delivered flowers. If she had time, she stayed for a meal; if not, she simply dropped the flowers and left.
When Shi Chu found out, he mocked her flower deliveries as superficial, staying only on the surface of romance without grasping its essence.
“Is this what you call love?”
Shi Min retorted sharply, “Yes, this is shallow love. I like his looks. If you disapprove, shut up.”
Over time, Shi Min became addicted to sending flowers.
Regarding her forcefully establishing their relationship and changing titles, Luo Mingjing hadn’t explicitly responded. But since that day, he began smiling at her.
Every time he received flowers, he smiled—a variety of smiles: polite, helpless, happy. Eventually, it became a habit, warm and natural.
Shi Min was reassured. As long as he could accept it, it proved she wasn’t forcing him. As long as he was happy, she was willing to wait, no matter how slow his response.
The timing of Shi Min’s flower deliveries was unpredictable—once a day, early or late.
Sometimes it was a surprise; other times, it was a shock.
A surprise might be her leaning against the locust tree as he opened the door in the morning, waving the flowers and saying, “Morning, these are for you.” Or, as he closed the shop curtains at night, she’d walk in, drop the flowers, plant a goodnight kiss, and say, “Goodnight.”
A shock would be her showing up during one of his live streams.
Once, while streaming a boundary-pushing fanart drawing, the wind chime rang.
Since it was a drawing stream, viewers could only see the dynamic desktop, not Luo Mingjing’s expression. All they saw was an abrupt line slicing across the canvas, splitting the partially concealed breast.
The chat exploded:
“Poor girl’s chest.”
“Hahaha, the line went crooked from the scare. Can you handle it?”
“Parents checking in!”
“That’s me hearing the door while secretly using my phone…”
“Isn’t Fairy actually quite timid?”
Shi Min handed him a bunch of lilies and left. “Got a dinner meeting. See you tomorrow.”
Always roses, suddenly a bunch of lilies surprised Luo Mingjing momentarily.
Shi Min explained, “Switching it up so you don’t think my house only grows roses.”
Luo Mingjing accepted it with a smile.
When he painted, he wore glasses. The gold-rimmed lenses gleamed, making him appear cold and distant when not smiling. But when he did smile, he transformed into a warm, gentle boy.
That smile made Shi Min linger for ten extra seconds.
“Streaming?”
“Mhm…”
Luo Mingjing was extremely nervous, but thankfully, Shi Min didn’t go into the inner room to check his computer. However… she extended her finger, gently playing with a strand of hair near his ear, slowly sliding it to the tip before letting go.
Luo Mingjing drew in a soft breath and joked, “Stop teasing, my legs are going weak.”
Shi Min chuckled, satisfied, and released him before turning to leave.
After seeing her off and returning to the live stream, Luo Mingjing asked, “How can one maintain dominance in a relationship?”
He believed he wasn’t without counterattack intentions—he just lacked experience.
To his surprise, the chat immediately spiraled into innuendos, jumping from teasing to inappropriate topics, ultimately concluding with advice that left Luo Mingjing utterly helpless.
“Just sit back and enjoy being teased.”
“Being teased is an indulgence.”
After finishing a meeting, Shi Min saw Fiona bounding over with her phone. “Sis, I found it!”
“What’s it called?”
“Mirror Reflecting the Fairy!”
Luo Mingjing finished coloring Qin Ying’s suggestive half-concealed artwork and prepared to wrap up.
As usual, he checked the comments.
At that moment, a newly registered account with the ID “Real Maserati CEO” popped up, leaving a comment: “This pose is pretty good.”
Luo Mingjing clutched his chest, thinking, That scared me. For a moment, I thought it was the actual CEO. Must be an illusion… definitely an illusion, given the tone!
Ever since he crashed into Shi Min’s Maserati, some of his fans had changed their names for fun.
There were accounts like “Luxury Car CEO,” “Maserati CEO,” “Big Maserati CEO,” and now this “Real Maserati CEO.” So he didn’t give it much thought.
After all, this wasn’t anything compared to those adult-themed nicknames like “Fairy Moaning Beneath Me,” “CEO Crushing the Little Fairy,” or “Little Fairy Running Away Pregnant.”
Meanwhile, Shi Min also noticed the blush-inducing fan names on the screen.
The CEO’s new world had been opened: “This works too?”
Fiona quietly covered her face. “There’s also the girlfriend series…”
“Fairy’s Official Girlfriend,” “Fairy Empress,” “Fairy Is My Husband, No Rebuttals Allowed,” and so on.
Shi Min grabbed the keyboard, smirking, and immediately changed her username.
“Pragmatic Eater of Fairies.”
Fiona froze. Shi Min said leisurely, “Daydreaming leads nowhere. Only action fills the belly.”
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