Stubborn Love Of A Roguish Scion Chapter 269 - Fancying A Girl With Micromastia

Chapter 269: Fancying A Girl With Micromastia

“Aren’t they the same thing?”

“Uh-uh… Yes, the same thing.”

“…”

She gave up. Wearing a tiny smile on her face, she asked him as she continued having dinner, “What do you want to eat?”

“Rice!”

“Then can I order whatever is on the menu?”

“It’s a waste to have only a single portion of takeout,” he retorted coldly.

She did not know how to object anymore. “There’s bread inside the fridge. Eat that first. I’ll bring dinner back for you later.”

“I don’t eat bread.”

“Hmm… There are also simmered eggs inside the fridge. Heat them up for dinner first.”

“I don’t eat eggs.”

“I personally simmered these eggs about two nights ago. Try them. They should be fine to consume, but the taste may not be as good as before.”

“Oh!”

“Get a servant to heat up the food and add some garnishes for you.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll try my best to come back early tonight. I should get home after 10 pm or so. If you do not want the bread or the eggs, you can cook yourself a bowl of noodles instead.”

“I don’t know how to cook.”

“Get the servants to help you.”

“They are all asleep by now.”

While nibbling on the pork rib she was holding in her hand, she uttered with a sigh of resignation, “Alright. I’ll be back by 9.30 pm.”

The man acknowledged this through pursed lips. “Okay.”

“I’ll hang up now.”

“Alright.”

After putting down the phone, she was able to finally tuck into her dinner. The two companions next to her had ignored her phone conversation totally. They were used to the couple’s lovey-dovey act by now.

“Where’s Red Bean?”

“WOOF!” A flurry ball of red color tumbled into the empty seat next to her just as she finished her words.

“Come have your food now.” The woman placed the dog bowl in front of the creature.

“Arf! Arf!”

…

Meanwhile, at the residence, Mo Jiangye used the stairs to find the fridge downstairs after the phone call.

True enough, there was a small bowl of simmered eggs inside the drawer. He took out the bowl, put it in the microwave, and stood staring at the electrical appliance for some time. Somehow, he just could not figure out how to use this thing but was too lazy to call the maids to help him. Finally, he managed to get the equipment to work after pressing some b.u.t.tons…

With his arms folded across his chest, he leaned against the kitchen cabinet and waited for the eggs to be ready.

Three minutes pa.s.sed, then five, but the microwave was still heating up.

By the time the equipment stopped working, the dish had turned the shade of charcoal.

Furrowing his brows, the man took the bowl out of the oven. The soft, fluffy egg pudding was beyond recognition by now. Still, the man followed the instructions of his lady and garnished it with some onions and coriander before walloping down the crusty mess.

It tasted funny and bitter, as if it was burned, but he managed to finish off the dish except for the blackest lump found inside the bowl.

…

By the time Ye Erruo finished dinner, it was already 8.30 pm. There was only time for her to sing a duet with Yao Tiao in the bar before she needed to head home.

On the psychedelic stage, the two ladies belted out a pa.s.sionate popular ballad that got everyone listening to join in.

Red Bean sat obediently on the seat just below the stage, its eyes never leaving the protagonist as she performed on the stage. Sitting not far away were two gentlemen, Bo Jinyan and Yu Lingfeng, who would shoot occasional glances at the lady on the stage as they drank their wine.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! Everyone cheered for an encore when the song was over.

“Again!”

“Encore!”

Yao Tiao took the microphone and told the crowd, “I’ll be singing solo next.”

“Wow! Hey, pretty girl!”

“Let me sing along with you! Nothing beats a pair of long, slender legs and a tiny waist!”

Suddenly, a commotion was heard at a close distance, getting everyone’s attention.

In walked a lady in a black cupcake dress, complemented by a pair of long, lacy stockings. The heels on her knee-length boots seemed to be at least three inches tall. A flaming red coat was draped over her shoulders, its color matching the woman’s lipstick, which was an equally flamboyant, ruddy shade. Her long, wavy hair hung down to her waist, bringing attention to voluptuous b.o.o.bs that one simply could not get enough of.

“So this is the bar that belongs to Ye Erruo?” drawled the woman.

The lady boss replied with a raised brow, “I’m Ye Erruo.”

There was a brief pause before the other lady opened her mouth again and made a sarcastic remark. “I didn’t expect Brother Jiangye to fancy a woman with micromastia.”