If You Don’t Go To Hell, Who Will? - Chapter 56

I and Zhong Yuan went to the supermarket downstairs in his building to buy some things, then we went upstairs. When I finished cooking the hot ginger syrup, Zhong Yuan had already taken a shower. He was lounging on the sofa, holding a Grey Wolf plush pillow in his arms, smiling at me. His hair was still damp, and his body seemed to have a layer of moisture, warm and moist.

His expression was lazy, yet there was a mischievous glint in his eyes that made me feel strangely self-conscious. I finally understood that Zhong Yuan’s mischievous smile was innate, and it always made people feel like he was up to no good, and he would blush. I suddenly remembered that Little Second had once told me, “Girls like guys who look a little naughty, not guys who look completely bad.” Now it seemed that Zhong Yuan belonged to the category of guys who looked a little naughty, which explained why so many people liked him.

I sighed a bit because, initially, I liked the honest and sincere type of appearance… >_<

I handed the ginger syrup to Zhong Yuan, but he didn’t take it; instead, he stared at me intently and slowly opened his mouth.

I was speechless, so I held the ginger syrup while scooping a spoonful, blowing on it in front of me, and then brought it to his lips.

Zhong Yuan opened his mouth and drank the ginger syrup, still staring at me without moving his eyes, his gaze like the outer flame of an alcohol lamp, dangerous and scorching. It felt like my cheeks were steaming with blush.

After swallowing the ginger syrup, Zhong Yuan’s throat moved slightly. Then he extended his tongue to lightly lick the residue on his lips. Zhong Yuan always looked exceptionally alluring when he did this action, especially now, just out of the shower, under the soft yellow light of the pendant lamp. His flawless fair skin, impeccable features, and delicate collarbone on his neck were all captivating, each of them capable of ensnaring one’s soul. The combination of all these elements was simply a deadly temptation…

So, I couldn’t help but swallow nervously.

Zhong Yuan lifted the corner of his mouth, offering a smile that could kill; it was like poison, really poison. He softly parted his crimson lips, and a low, poisonous voice came out: “Blockhead, what are you thinking?”

“Cough, cough, nothing,” I stammered, placing the bowl on the coffee table beside me. “uh, I’m going to cook.”

At this moment, Zhong Yuan’s phone rang. I was about to walk away, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me to sit beside him. Then he answered the phone and put it on speaker.

A lazy voice came from the other end of the call: “Zhong Yuan, what’s up, bro?”

Zhong Yuan: “I’m introducing a girlfriend to you.”

The voice on the other end immediately became alert: “Are you kidding me? Since when are you so kind?”

Zhong Yuan: “Good things shouldn’t go to waste.”

The voice on the other end said, “Alright, is she pretty? What’s her figure like?”

Zhong Yuan: “A rare beauty.”

The voice on the other end: “Really, really?”

Zhong Yuan: “When have I ever lied to you?”

The voice on the other end said, “You always make your victims suffer in silence with your jokes.”

Zhong Yuan: “You’ll see when you meet her.”

The voice on the other end said, “Alright, what’s her personality like? You can call me a poet or a philosopher; shallow women won’t do for me.”

Zhongyuan: “Congratulations; she’s like an open book.”

The voice on the other end said, “Is that so? What kind of book is she?”

Zhong Yuan: “You’ll find out when you meet her; talking too much now would ruin the mystery.”

Zhong Yuan and the person on the other end chatted for a while, and then they hung up. I curiously asked Zhong Yuan, “What kind of book is Shi Yunheng?”

Zhong Yuan raised the corner of his mouth with a bewitching smile that was simply intoxicating and replied, “The Aesthetic of Violence.”

Me: “…”

Zhong Yuan then dialed Shi Yunheng’s number.

Shi Yunheng: “Hey, what’s up?”

Zhong Yuan: “I’m introducing a boyfriend to you.”

Shi Yunheng: “That’s unusual; you’re introducing a boyfriend to me?”

Zhong Yuan: “Yes, he’s my college classmate.”

Shi Yunheng: “Come on, what kind of guy can you introduce to me? Don’t you know how many people are chasing after me?”

Zhong Yuan: “I know no one is chasing after you.”

Shi Yunheng: “You…!”

Zhong Yuan: “He is a graduate student in the philosophy department at B University.”

Shi Yunheng: “Ph-ph-ph-philosophy?”

Zhong Yuan: “Yes, a philosopher and an artist are simply a match made in heaven.”

Shi Yunheng: “Hmm, if that’s true, then I can allow him to be one of my pursuers.”

Zhong Yuan: “He’s not just a philosopher; he’s also talented in many other things.”

Shi Yunheng: “Really? What else can he do?”

Zhong Yuan: “He’s knowledgeable about ancient and modern cultures and proficient in both literature and martial arts. He can do astrology and fortune-telling, and he can also create seals and handle official documents.”

Shi Yunheng: “Ah ah ah ah, I love it!”

Zhong Yuan smiled with a hint of resignation and said, “I’m glad you like it.”

Next, the two of them schemed together about a special plan to deal with Passerby B, as well as the time and place for their first meeting, and then they ended the call.

Meanwhile, I was still in a state of shock.

Zhong Yuan patted my shoulder and reassured me, “Don’t worry, anyone who can survive at B University for four years without getting ‘harmonized’ must have some deep tricks up their sleeves.”

Me: “…”

I swallowed hard and asked Zhong Yuan, “Is this what they call ‘cutting the grass and digging out the roots’?”

“Yes,” Zhong Yuan said as he casually pinched my earlobe. His fingertip was soft, and my earlobe was soft too. The two soft things pressed together, creating an unusually pleasant sensation.

“But, can this really work?” I always felt that Shi Yunheng and Passerby B were a bit mismatched; they seemed incompatible, and it was hard to imagine them being together.

Zhong Yuan lazily lifted his gaze and looked at me, saying, “Blockhead, you need to have some imagination in life. Even if you lack confidence in Passerby B’s skills in deceiving people, you should have confidence in Shi Yunheng’s intelligence. Even if you doubt Passerby B’s charm, you should have confidence in Shi Yunheng’s taste.”

I struggled to understand his tongue-twisting words, and after a while, I finally got it. So I asked, “So according to you, Shi Yunheng might fall for Passerby B?”

Zhong Yuan nodded with a smile and said, “Eight or nine out of ten.”

“But what if Passerby B doesn’t like Shi Yunheng?” I raised an eyebrow.

Zhong Yuan: “That doesn’t matter.”

Me: “-_-”

I stood up and said, “I really should go cook now.”

However, Zhong Yuan suddenly pulled me into his arms and hugged me tightly. He used his chin to rub my forehead for a while before saying, “Blockhead, there’s something else I need to confess to you.”

“What is it?” My heart sank. Zhong Yuan’s tone was serious, and it made me uneasy.

Zhong Yuan hesitated: “Well, my grandfather…”

I quickly asked, “What about your grandfather? Does he also want you to marry Shi Yunheng?”

Zhong Yuan ruffled my hair, affectionately rubbing his cheek against my forehead, and after a while, he said, “Blockhead, do you remember when I told you that my grandfather works at a bank?”

I laid my head on his chest and nodded, “Yes,” but I still didn’t understand where he was going with this.

Zhong Yuan continued, “Well, he actually holds stakes in two investment banks abroad.”

I scratched my head, still confused. “Inv… Investment banks? Are they easy to control?”

Zhong Yuan replied, “Not too difficult.”

“Um, what are you trying to say?”

Zhong Yuan didn’t answer my question directly but continued, “Besides that, he also controls a sizable consortium in China.”

Consortium… investment banks… control…

These words strung together, and I finally understood what Zhong Yuan was trying to convey.

Finally, Zhong Yuan cradled my face in his hands, looked into my eyes earnestly, and said, “Blockhead, I hope you won’t be repulsed by me.”

Me: “…”