Three days later.
Jingle bells! Jingle bells!
In front of the villa gate, Chen Miao's deformed baby face was reflected in the surveillance camera: "Brother Bai! It's me! I brought what you wanted!"
After a while, the door opened with a click, and Chen Miao pushed the door open curiously, carrying his bag.
It was chilly outside, but the villa was very warm. The decorations had a Westernized classical feel. The entrance hall was connected to a wide corridor and a spiral staircase. Chen Miao looked up and turned around. He heard footsteps on the thick carpet on the stairs, followed by Bai Sheng's lazy yawn:
"Oh, so soon?"
Chen Miao looked back and was immediately shocked.
Bai Sheng was wearing a pair of grey home pants, his naked upper body was sturdy and neat, his shoulders and back had beautiful muscular lines, and were covered with bloody scratches from fingernails, crisscrossing and clearly visible - from the depth of the matter it seemed that the instigator was definitely filled with hatred, and was at least on the verge of collapse.
“… … …” Chen Miao opened and closed his mouth, opened and closed it again, and it took him a long while to find his voice: “You… what did you do?!”
Bai Sheng said lazily: "Hmm."
"Impossible! My senior can't possibly be the type to actively grab and grab you!"
"Oh, really?" Bai Sheng said nonchalantly, "Then it seems that when people are forced into a desperate situation, they will indeed do things that go against their nature."
Chen Miao's pure worldviews were overturned. He stood there in amazement for a long time. His eyes met his brother Bai's reserved but complacent expression, and he finally realized one thing: he didn't wear a shirt on purpose.
He just wanted to show off.
The years of teacher-student relationship flashed before Chen Miao's mind, causing him to suddenly feel angry and he stood there taking a deep breath for five seconds before finally gathering the courage to stare at Bai Sheng. All he had to say was just one sentence:
"Is my senior okay?!"
Bai Sheng glanced at him lightly.
"…" Chen Miao gave in at the speed of light: "Is your wife okay?!"
"Oh, that's great. He loves me very much." Bai Sheng said, "My next plan is to buy the front page headlines of major media outlets around the world to publish our wedding news, and then ask someone to process and polish our touching love story into a novel, play, ballet, movie, and TV series, and let Netflix shoot 18 seasons, and broadcast it during prime time on major platforms; finally, I will order 20,000 drones to rehearse wedding banners to congratulate us on our marriage, and see if my daughter can find the old nest of that man surnamed Rong, and perform a free light show on the roof of his house for half a month until he transfers the red envelope to my account."
Chen Miao: “… … …”
"What about Liang Zhu, Dream of the Red Chamber, Romeo and Juliet? They are so lame. Ten thousand years from now, human archaeologists will find evidence of our love among the remains of civilization. Our urns will be displayed in museums with labels underneath: Bai Sheng, Supervisor Shen's first wife, love rival terminator, supreme first wife."
At this moment, Chen Miao felt as if he was attacked by an S-level ultimate mental skill. In his trance, he had only one thought: Will this be the thing that humans will test in future archaeology? Is there any hope for humanity
"Have you eaten?" Bai Sheng asked kindly.
“… I didn’t eat. Why?”
Bai Sheng grabbed Chen Miao's shoulder bag and took out a small velvet box from it - he had specifically asked Chen Miao to drive to his house, take it out of the drawer of the bedside table, and then specially deliver it to this suburban villa.