Not even knowing where the other party lives, is this relationship not plastic?
More plastic than plastic!
...
The next morning, before Qiao Xi had fully woken up, she was startled awake by the shrill ring of her cell phone.
She squinted and answered the phone, "Who is it?"
Her voice, which was sweet and soft when she called him 'husband' yesterday, now carried a hint of sleepy laziness.
"Forgot your own husband so soon?" Shen Dang said teasingly, suddenly wanting to poke fun at her.
Qiao Xi was sleep-deprived and had been woken abruptly, her voice took on an irritated chill, "Shen Dang!"
"Looks like you haven't forgotten me after all."
Qiao Xi glanced at the time and said with some impatience, "Nine o'clock, why so early, what are you doing?"
Shen Dang picked up his wristwatch from the bedside table to put it on, his fingers playing with the lighter's wheel in a nonchalant manner.
"Forgot what you promised me last night? Miss Qiao really is a noblewoman with a short memory, huh."
Qiao Xi ruffled her hair, "I haven't forgotten. Grandfather's birthday feast is in the afternoon, just look at the time now!"
"It's nine o'clock."
How annoying!
Was he doing this on purpose?
Qiao Xi hung up the phone in anger.
Probably knowing that Qiao Xi was angry, Shen Dang sent her a message on WeChat.
Actually, when it came down to it, Old Master Shen was quite good to her.
When everyone was questioning her relationship with Shen Dang, Old Master Shen had spoken up for her. Although she didn't need to prove anything to them, she didn't want to worry the old man.
Qiao Xi replied impatiently with a "Got it."
Looking at the word 'husband,' she found it glaring to the eyes and immediately changed the nickname.
Since they added each other on WeChat, until the day before yesterday, both had been quietly "playing dead" in each other's friends list. Qiao Xi had labeled "husband" just to prevent incidents like Zhou Junqi from happening.
She had to applaud her own cleverness, but even so, she now felt that "Mangy Dog Man" was a more fitting name for Shen Dang.
Just after Qiao Xi applied her lipstick, the mangy dog man called.
"I'm at the entrance of your apartment complex."
There was an access control system outside, and visiting cars needed the resident's permission to enter.
Qiao Xi put the lipstick into her purse, "Wait for me outside for a moment."
"Tsck."
Daring to ask him to wait, Qiao Xi was the first.
Shen Dang ended the call.
Walking up to the complex entrance took Qiao Xi about fifteen minutes.
Shen Dang lowered the car window to reveal an aloof and handsome profile, "Get in."
Qiao Xi opened the rear door, and Shen Dang's deep voice wafted over, tinged with displeasure, "Sitting in the back, am I your driver?"
"Boss Shen's status is precious; how dare a small fry like me treat you as a driver?" Qiao Xi was riding in his car for the first time.
Shen Dang rested his arm on the steering wheel, his slender fingers propping his chin, his eyes teasingly fixed on the fully armed woman.
For a female celebrity stepping out, a mask, sunglasses, and a hat were all standard.
As a second-tier actress, Qiao Xi initially rose to fame for her beauty and later conquered the audience with her acting skills, so her online influence was not small.
"What now?" Qiao Xi buckled her seatbelt and lifted her head to find Shen Dang staring at her, his face expressionless beneath the mask.
What kind of look was that from Shen Dang?
"You look like a spy."
"..."
Qiao Xi rolled her eyes, too lazy to bother with him.
Shen Dang couldn't help but laugh.
Qiao Xi, listlessly, "Where are we going to buy Grandfather a gift?"
"First, let's have breakfast."
Qiao Xi, remembering she hadn't had breakfast yet, didn't refuse.
"Thanks, Boss Shen."
"Don't mention it, just don't give us away when we see Grandfather."