Special Expert of Beauty CEO
Chapter 22 - 021 Tasty?

Chapter 22: Chapter 021 Tasty?

After an hour’s drive, he finally arrived at Green Bamboo Forest Villa.

Getting out of the car, Qin Tian yawned, opened the iron gate, and tiptoed into the villa.

Click!

As soon as he entered the living room, the lights suddenly turned on!

"Where have you been?"

A voice floated over, and when Qin Tian looked up, he saw Murong Fei sitting on the sofa, her eyes bleary with sleep.

Damn, Murong Fei was still awake?

"She can’t be waiting for me, can she..."

This thought flashed by, then Qin Tian quickly dismissed it: given Murong Fei’s personality, pigs would climb trees before she’d wait for him all night.

In the living room of Green Bamboo Forest Villa, Qin Tian and Murong Fei looked each other in the eye.

After an awkward few seconds, Murong Fei coldly said, "What, got nothing to say? Were you out doing something shady?"

Doing something shady? Qin Tian was speechless; apparently, he wasn’t very highly regarded in her eyes.

With a smirk, Qin Tian replied, "I mean, President Fei, it’s late at night, why aren’t you sleeping instead of sitting in the living room trying to scare people? What could I possibly steal? Heh, if I were a thief with bad intentions, I’d definitely steal you..."

As he spoke, Qin Tian’s gaze drifted toward Murong Fei’s chest.

Murong Fei wore a silver-white nightgown, her bosom pronounced, covered by a black coat, and her hair spread down as she stood in front of Qin Tian, with a good portion of her long, snow-white legs showing, making Qin Tian’s heart itch.

Seeing Qin Tian’s staring, Murong Fei subconsciously tugged at her clothes and said, "You’d better drop your sleazy thoughts. Qin Tian, you’d better behave. Zhonghai is not your country town; this is a place that respects the law, and I won’t be able to help you if you break it."

"Alright, alright, I’m just a country bumpkin..."

Speechless, Qin Tian said, "It’s so late, you’re not waiting here just to say this to me, are you? If so, okay, I heard you. It’s past three o’clock; let’s talk about it tomorrow. Good night."

After finishing, Qin Tian yawned again and headed toward his room, leaving Murong Fei hanging.

Murong Fei stood there, ignored by Qin Tian, feeling somewhat embarrassed and annoyed.

"You... jerk!"

Seeing Qin Tian pay no attention to her, Murong Fei was not lightly angered; her brows furrowed, her gaze turning toward the two men’s suits she had just bought on the couch, growing even more irritated before heading upstairs.

In fact, Murong Fei had gone to sleep early. If she were living here alone, she could have slept peacefully. But now, since Qin Tian had a key to the house, and she couldn’t quite figure him out, nor did she know much about Qin Tian’s background, she felt uneasy.

Especially since Qin Tian was out so late, it kept Murong Fei awake. It wasn’t that she was worried about Qin Tian’s safety—she didn’t have that much free time—but what if he brought someone sketchy back while she was asleep?

So, Murong Fei stayed awake in the villa, waiting until Qin Tian returned.

...

The next day, due to staying up late, Murong Fei got up quite late and went downstairs at eight in the morning.

For Murong Fei, who was used to rising early, this was rather late.

As soon as she got downstairs, she saw Qin Tian in the living room, enjoying his fried rice and browsing through the newspapers and magazines that Murong Fei had brought home the day before.

This guy was really making himself at home, Murong Fei frowned, remembering how Qin Tian had ignored her last night; she pursed her lips.

"Oh, up so early? Well, there’s more fried rice if you want some," he said casually.

Seeing Murong Fei come down, Qin Tian glanced at her. Today, Murong Fei wore a black long dress, her hair done up, her makeup light and elegant, and high heels that added to her distinguished appearance.

"Is it that Qin-style fried rice again?" Murong Fei frowned.

She had to attend a banquet today, so she had dressed up and gotten up early.

At this moment, she was indeed a bit hungry; she had also forgotten to buy breakfast yesterday, so hearing Qin Tian’s invitation, she was tempted, though she remained standing at the foot of the stairs.

"Yes, my Qin-style fried rice, secret recipe, exclusive technique, unmatched globally," Qin Tian boasted confidently.

Murong Fei rolled her eyes, thinking to herself that he was just bragging—just a fried rice, after all, supposed to be the only one in the world.

Murong Fei didn’t particularly like fried rice and certainly didn’t believe that this country bumpkin, Qin Tian, could make anything that tasty. However, she was pressed for time and was hungry, so a quick meal would do.

After a moment’s thought, Murong Fei headed to the kitchen. "I’ll just see how good your world-class Qin-style fried rice really is."

Clacking in her high heels, Murong Fei went into the kitchen, scooped the remaining fried rice from the pan into a plate, and grabbed a spoon before heading to the living room.

"This fried rice of yours, it’s white, blue, and red, too fancy, totally lacks presentation,"

Murong Fei mocked Qin Tian first, thinking to herself, let’s see how you defend this if it tastes bad.

Then, she bent down, gently scooped up a mouthful, and put it in her mouth.

"Hmm?"

As the fried rice reached her mouth, Murong Fei swallowed her saliva all at once, her bright eyes suddenly showing an incredulous expression. Then, she scooped several more spoonfuls into her mouth, eating with relish without saying a word.

There wasn’t much fried rice left to begin with, and in less than a few minutes, Murong Fei had wolfed it all down.

"Is there any more?" Murong Fei looked up and asked Qin Tian.

"Uh... I thought you wouldn’t eat, so I only made some for myself," Qin Tian grinned and said, "What do you think? My ’Qin special fried rice,’ not just bragging, right?"

All at once, Murong Fei realized, had she just abandoned all manners? Remembering how she had devoured her breakfast without caring about her image, she felt her cheeks heating up.

"It’s... it’s edible," she stammered, regaining her composure.

Seeing the trace of a blush on Murong Fei’s face, Qin Tian smirked internally, thinking to himself, just admit it’s delicious, what’s with this ’it’s edible’...

But then, considering that Murong Fei had given that much of an endorsement to his fried rice, at least it showed it suited her taste.

"How come this fried rice is completely different from any I’ve had before? How did you make it?"

Sitting opposite Qin Tian, Murong Fei genuinely asked him for the first time.

Qin Tian smiled, "What, you want to learn?"

"I... I’m just curious, just asking."

"Oh, I could teach you, but come on, at least call me master first, eh?"

"Dream on. Me, the grand president of Murong Group, take you as my master? Humph!"

Murong Fei pursed her lips, and her eyes landed on a spoon in the plate that had some grease on it. She suddenly frowned and said, "Is this spoon not washed? Why is there still oil on it?"

Murong Fei was a bit of a clean freak. Recalling that she had used that very spoon to eat, she suddenly felt a bit nauseous.

"Oh, the spoon was washed, but I used it to taste the fried rice while cooking. You didn’t accidentally use the spoon I had put aside for tasting, did you?"

"Uh..."

Before Qin Tian could finish speaking, Murong Fei had already stood up and rushed to the bathroom, covering her mouth as if she was going to throw up.

"Qin Tian, how could you not have said something earlier!"

Inside the bathroom, Murong Fei felt very sick, realizing the spoon had been used by Qin Tian to taste the food... which meant the spoon had been in his mouth, and she had just used that same spoon...

Murong Fei couldn’t bear to think further, realizing this was effectively an indirect kiss with Qin Tian... how disgusting!

"You never asked, so how was I supposed to tell you?"

Sitting in the living room, Qin Tian shrugged, thinking to himself, we just shared a spoon, I don’t have any oral disease, why are you making such a fuss, I don’t feel a thing.

Murong Fei stayed in the bathroom for over ten minutes before coming out. When she emerged and saw Qin Tian looking at her, her glare was as if she wanted to cut him into a thousand pieces.

"You, you are so unhygienic!"

Looking at Qin Tian, Murong Fei said somewhat reproachfully, "Just for the sake of the breakfast I had, I won’t hold this against you, but let there not be a next time."

Murong Fei walked over to the sofa, picked up two brand new men’s jackets that were lying there, and threw them to Qin Tian, "Your clothes are too old; here are two sets, try them on and see if they fit."

Looking at the clothes Murong Fei set down in front of him, Qin Tian was baffled; the stern female CEO actually bought clothes for me?

"You bought these for me?" Qin Tian asked.

Turned her head away and walked out, "No. They are hand-me-downs someone else wore and didn’t need, I just had them lying around at home. Try them on, if they don’t fit, just toss them."

After finishing speaking, Murong Fei had already walked towards the garage.

This woman really cares about face, Qin Tian inwardly remarked, eyeing the price tags on the clothes, the prices had been torn off, but it was clear the clothes were brand new.

"How does she know my size? Did she measure me?"

Qin Tian smirked, guessing Murong Fei probably just estimated.

The two sets of clothing included a beige casual suit and a formal dark blue suit, along with a pair of jeans.

These clothes were all designer brands, and Qin Tian felt a pang in his heart, "This extravagant woman really knows how to spend money, these few pieces must be worth at least tens of thousands, right?"

But complaints aside, this time, Qin Tian really saw Murong Fei in a new light; seems like our frosty female CEO knows how to care for people too.

As Qin Tian was getting ready to leave, his phone rang.

"Hello, Sister Qing, good morning," it was Lu Qing calling.

"Never mind good morning, Qin Tian, don’t hurry to come to work, pack up, we’re meeting at the airport at ten sharp." Lu Qing’s urgent voice came from the phone.

"What happened? Is something wrong?"

"No, a business trip; we’re flying to Yunzhou today to meet a major client. Hurry up and pack, we’ll be staying there for a few days. Ten o’clock sharp at Zhonghai International Airport, T1 Terminal."

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