From beginning to end, Shao Xichen just watched without eating. After Cen Yao finished her breakfast, he even pushed his own plate over to her.
"No need."
Raising her head, their eyes met, and the lingering warmth from the night before had not completely dissipated in the air.
She had to admit that the man had the ability to captivate the heart. Even just a casual glance was full of deep affection, making her feel like she was the woman he deeply loved, an illusion.
Perhaps she had experienced too much in matters of the heart, so she was adept at such tricks.
He showed her the respect she deserved in matters of intimacy, helped her clean up afterward, and even made her breakfast when she woke up in the morning.
After a long while, Cen Yao finally realized the reality that she still had to go to work. Without further ado, she went to change her clothes.
When she returned to the room, she found her clothes from the night before neatly folded on the bedside table, smelling of laundry detergent.
So he had even washed her clothes?
Inside the coat was her underwear, making her cheeks flush with heat.
Putting aside his usual stern face, he was practically the perfect model for a boyfriend. She believed no woman could resist such a gentle and handsome man.
Cen Yao was no exception.
It's just... unfortunately.
When Cen Yao was dressed and came out, the man outside had already cleared the dining table.
The two of them took the elevator downstairs together.
"Get in the car."
Cen Yao did not plan to take Shao Xichen's car to the company; if others saw it, even ten mouths would not be enough to explain.
"No need, I can take a taxi."
"I accidentally cut my hand while preparing breakfast."
Shao Xichen raised his left hand, showing a cut on his index finger. The implication was that he needed Cen Yao to drive.
The wound was real, but it sounded like an excuse for her to accompany him to the company.
Since he hurt his hand to make breakfast for her, refusing now would seem too heartless, wouldn't it?
"If we don't leave now, we'll be late."
Before Cen Yao could think it through, she was forcibly pushed into the driver's seat.
Although she had her driver's license, she hadn't driven since getting it, and she had basically forgotten most of the operations.
"Start the engine," Fu Yunshen's handsome eyebrows twitched.
Cen Yao blinked, "I know." Of course, she knew to start the car, but she had just forgotten how to do it for a moment.
With Shao Xichen's reminder, Cen Yao successfully started the car.
But at the first traffic light, a car suddenly cut across from behind, causing Cen Yao to collide with it.
"Are you okay, are you injured?" Shao Xichen immediately checked on Cen Yao's condition.
Fortunately, she reacted quickly and braked in time, so the collision wasn't serious.
"I'm fine."
"Get out!"
Outside the window, a ferocious-looking man was vigorously knocking on the car window.
Seeing this, Cen Yao immediately unbuckled her seatbelt and got out of the car.
"I said, can you even drive? Look what you've done to my car?!" The man pointed at Cen Yao, then at his own car.
The rear spoiler of the white sports car had been smashed to pieces, a sight too pitiful to behold.
"Sir, you were the one who cut in front of me illegally."
Nowadays, does the louder voice win the argument?
Although Cen Yao rarely drove, she was very clear about the traffic rules.
"What illegal cutting in, it's obviously you who hit my car. You must take full responsibility!"
The man shouted angrily, even pushing Cen Yao.
"Be careful!"
A familiar voice came from the side.
"Go stand aside, I'll handle it." Shao Xichen gently released his hand from her waist, a hint of red flashing in his eyes.
She didn't know what was going on recently, but she always seemed to encounter such bad luck, especially in front of this man.
The more she wanted to avoid entanglements, the more various things seemed to involve them together.
Cen Yao stepped back behind him, knowing she couldn't help.
A powerful aura swept over, and the previously aggressive man immediately reined in and subconsciously took a half-step back.
"What? You want to fight too?" He coughed lightly to cover up his inner panic.
If Shao Xichen wanted to fight, he probably wouldn't be standing here now; he should be lying down.
"If you want to settle privately or call the police?" Shao Xichen offered two options, not negotiating but commanding.
The man snorted, "That's more like it." For a moment of arrogance, he selectively ignored the latter option.
"I'm telling you, this is a limited-edition sports car, only twenty in the world. Body repair plus post-maintenance, it's at least four or five hundred thousand."
Four or five hundred thousand! That was simply an outrageous demand.
Cen Yao wanted to refute, but before she could speak, Shao Xichen stopped her.
Her face turned pale, and she turned to look at Shao Xichen. "It was his fault!" She almost shouted these words.
When he refused to help her before, he had his reasons, so why was he so easily manipulated now?
"I say, miss, it's better if you listen to your boyfriend's reasoning," the man said, enjoying the spectacle.
Although his face was annoying, the words he said sounded exceptionally pleasant to Shao Xichen.
"Sorry, but the compensation I'm talking about is for you to compensate us," Shao Xichen said word for word.
"What did you say?!"
"If you don't want to compensate, that's fine, then we'll call the police."
Without further ado, he took out his phone and dialed the number.
The investigation showed that it was indeed the man who had illegally cut in first, and he should bear full responsibility.
After settling everything, they continued on their way to the airport.
"About what happened earlier..."
"Thank you," Cen Yao twisted her hands and reluctantly spoke. She knew her attitude had not been good just now.
Shao Xichen glanced at her, "Mhm."
Mhm? Was that it? Didn't he have anything else to say?
Cen Yao clearly hadn't done anything wrong, yet she always felt like she owed him something.
At the airport, everyone had arrived, and Shao Xichen and Cen Yao were the last to arrive belatedly.
"Yao Yao, why are you so late?" Cheng Xue had called countless times without getting an answer, thinking something had happened to her.
"There was an accident on the road."
"An accident? What kind of accident, are you hurt?"
"I'm fine." Cen Yao lowered her voice, glancing at Shao Xichen from the corner of her eye, then quickly dragged Cheng Xue onto the plane.