Atlas Studios

  Atlas Studios

  By the time lunch ended, the man had gotten an inkling of what the woman on his right side liked to eat.

  As long as the food was spicy, sweet, salty or all three, she would surely like it. Simply put, she liked savory dishes.

  Of the three, sweet-tasting food was her all-time favorite.

  On the other hand, she did not like mild-tasting food.

  “Ziming, you should be returning to your work soon, right?” The two were now in the living room. Presently, she was sitting before the coffee table as she carefully sipped the green tea from her teacup.

  Peering at her, the man coldly asked back, “Why? Are you chasing me away?”


  “When did I? How is it even possible for me to chase you away? Since this is your house and not mine, I’m not thick enough to chase you away.” She waved her hands offhandedly as she continued to a smile at him. “I’m just thinking that it’s still the working hours.”


  “Hmph!” he coldly harrumphed. Sweeping her with his cold eyes, he asked, “Do you think that I’m like you and need to report to work on time?”


  “.……” Her lips twitched at his arrogant words, and then she laughed dryly. “He he…… Of course, not.”


  , she sarcastically spat to herself.

  The two sat opposite each other in silence as they sipped their tea.

  Without warning, the man broke the silence, which was starting to turn awkward.

  “You like to eat sweet stuff?” He placed his cup down and looked at her.

  He initially thought that she was like any other woman in purely liking dessert.

  He totally did not expect for her to like sweet dishes as well.

  “I do.” She nodded with a smile.

  “Why do you like sugar-high food so much?” he asked casually.

  “That’s…… When I eat something sweet, I feel my mood improving and turning blissful.” Her lips curled into an innocently happy arc.

  He could not help but frown at the look on her face.

  “Eating too much sweet stuff is bad for your body,” he coldly reproached.

  “It’s fine. I’ve been eating sweet things since I was young, and my body’s been completely fine so far. I am honestly healthy!” She waved off his concern and smiled reassuringly at him.

  Her nonchalance only served to deepen his frown, however.

  “I forbid you from eating anything sweet from here on,” he coldly ordered.

  “Why?!” she screeched. Her smiling face turned grumpy in an instant.

  “It’s bad for your health,” he answered coolly.

  She froze at his words. She was just wondering if this annoying fellow was concerned for her health when his next words smashed that idea into rubbles.

  “I don’t wish to see you fall sick during our contract period.”


  “.……”

  The corner of her lips twitched several times.

  She was about to make a protest when she recalled Qin Qitong’s phone call earlier today about having desserts together with Mother Ji.

  “Right. I think I should tell you something.”


  With her hand getting injured earlier in the kitchen, all thoughts of that incident fled her mind. Only at his mention of sweet did she remember it.

  “What is it?” He looked at her questioningly.

  “Cough. Do your parents know of my existence?” She coughed lightly and looked at him nervously.

  “Mhm.” He nodded, not bothering to hide this fact.

  “.…… All right, then.” She sucked in a deep breath at his affirmation. “Qitong called me earlier today to say……”


  She paused as she felt awkward.

  “What did she say?” He pressed on, frowning slightly.

  “That your mother wants us to go at a dessert shop this weekend……” She blinked at him and mumbled inside,

  ‘As a commoner from a low-class family, you clearly don’t match up to my son. This is a million-yuan check. Leave my son—’


  She, who was so absorbed in her imagination, was returned to reality by the man’s shout.

  “You’re not allowed to go!” he said icily.

  Her senses regained clarity at his resolute order. Nodding her in all seriousness, she said, “I will definitely not go! I’m not your real girlfriend, after all. Why would I meet your mother—”


  The man interrupted her mid-speech with his next words. “You’re not allowed to go to a dessert shop.”


  “.…… Huh?”

  “You can go if mom wants to meet you, but you’re forbidden from setting foot into a dessert shop.” The man did not seem to notice her shock.

  When he really said what was on her mind, her mouth twitched for the umpteenth time.

  “I can meet your mother?” She pointed at herself and asked for confirmation.

  “Mhm. Is there a reason you can’t?” He nodded affirmatively and even asked her this back.

  “.……”

  “We are a fake couple. We’re not in a real relationship.”