Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

  As she threw the waste papers into the bin, she walked to the man and stared down at him.

  The man happened to lift his head up and he studied her too.

  He seemed to feel that she was a tactful person.

  Even though he had not invited her for a meal together, he had not chased her away either.

  Tan Bengbeng’s clothes and hair were soaked with rainwater, and it would have been very easy for her to contract flu if she continued to wear her wet clothes.

  Furthermore, after doing that kind of thing the previous night, she hadn’t dared to take a bath when she woke up as she wasn’t sure where she was.

  The stickiness of her body felt even more uncomfortable now that she had been caught in the rain.

  She seemed just like a wild cat that had been abandoned beside the waste bin with that sorry state of hers.

  However, her sorry state could not be compared to the awful feeling of having a growling stomach.

  Just as she closed in a little toward the dining table, her stomach growled uncontrollably again.

  If a gentleman noticed a lady being so hungry that her stomach was growling, he would have taken the initiative and invited her to dine.

  However, the man before her seemed to be deaf as he merely took a glance at her and turned around to continue eating.

  Tan Bengbeng would have assumed that he really had not heard her stomach growls if not for the obvious hint of a smile that appeared behind his long, narrow eyes.

  She had realized that the man would not invite her to sit down for a meal after just a short while of standing there.

  She would have to act thick-skinned and take the initiative if she did not want to die from hunger…


  Tan Bengbeng wasn’t a girl who would easily hold back, and her desire to survive was way stronger than anything else.

  Her only thought right now was to return to City H alive and prevent Nian Xiaomu from meeting with any accident.

  Other things did not matter.

  After Tan Bengbeng steadied her thoughts, she turned around and took a glance to confirm the location of the kitchen.

  She walked in, got herself a pair of chopsticks and a bowl of rice, then came out.

  She sat down at the dining table and started to eat.

  Seeing that she had sat down, the man, who was in the midst of having his meal, stopped eating. When he lifted his head to look at her, his gaze turned to be even more playful.

  It seemed as though he had discovered an interesting new toy and was eager to give it a try…


  Tan Bengbeng was famished.

  With her head down, she was digging furiously into her bowl and did not notice the thoughts of the person sitting opposite her.

  She ate quickly, but not in a boorish manner.

  She even displayed pleasant manners despite her rush.

  For example, she ate her meal softly, neither did she let out any ugly sounds as she was gulping her food down with huge mouthfuls.

  After her meal, she did not get up to change her clothes, even though they were soaking wet. Instead, she placed her chopsticks and bowl down politely and said in her awful voice, sounding like a male duck, “I can… Help you to wash your plates… Take it as a form of compensation for my meal.”


  “Hahaha!”


  The man laughed once again.

  She wasn’t sure if he was laughing at her or was he laughing at other matters.

  Tan Bengbeng only felt that the way he laughed looked way better than many others, but it also looked a lot more annoying than many others.

  If not for her feeling unwell, along with her reluctance to bully someone who was disabled, she might have already grabbed the knife before her and slashed his arrogant face!

  In the end, Tan Bengbeng continued to sit on the chair and waited for him to finish his meal. Then, he cleared the plates before heading off to change her clothes.

  “Achoo!”


  As she had been wearing wet clothes for a long time, she couldn’t help it and sneezed when she entered the room.

  When she took the clothes from the closet, the words that the man had said earlier on suddenly swarmed into her mind, “You made me have a strong urge to do something when you wear my clothes…”


  Her hand that was holding onto the clothes stopped moving.

  After she flipped the closet high and low and was certain that there were no other clothes she could wear, she gave up and entered the bathroom with a set of man’s clothing in hand.