Master Hong's Lucky Bride

Chapter 37: Zhuang Hong, Your Nose is Bleeding

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“How many times have you used this excuse to reject boys?”

“Countless times?”

Mu Sensen sighed helplessly. “In this world, beauty is everything and you, little vixen, have ruined everything.”

The president of the art club, Lei Zhi, walked over. “It’s time to do some work on the pictorial wall of the West Building. Cen Shuang, you’re in charge. Now, the school has a support car that goes to the countryside to help poor children. You’re also in charge of that.”

Cen Shuang nodded and looked up to see a young and handsome face.

Lei Zhi introduced him. “This is Li Jun, a student of the architecture department. He’ll be in our art club from now on. He’ll be working with you to complete the poster.”

Cen Shuang looked at the handsome young man in a black hoodie. His face was exactly the same as it was on the day she handed the flyer to him. So this young hunk was not a junior but a senior. Why had she not seen him even after coming to Jiang University for a year?

“Li Jun just returned from a year abroad as an exchange student. I don’t think you’ve seen him before.”

Cen Shuang came back to her senses. She met Li Jun’s dark eyes and said politely, “Hello, Li Jun.”

The two of them spent the whole afternoon working on the wall. Cen Shuang did not say a word to Li Jun until she was about to pack her things and leave. Li Jun suddenly asked, “You don’t like flowers?”

“They’re alright. I like lilies and baby’s breath.”

“Those are cheesy. I didn’t think you’d like those.”

Cen Shuang was speechless. Does this person know how to chat?

It was already dark when she returned to the manor. Lan Yibai saw that she had returned and went to the old man’s place. Cen Shuang hurriedly ate something downstairs and returned to her bedroom with a plate of melon seeds. “Don’t you feel tired of lying in bed every day?”

“Let me tell you. I saw that young hunk again today. He’s handsome and has pretty hands. He’s actually in the architecture department. I heard that there’s a fool in the architecture department who only knows how to draw pictures. He even drew a love letter that he had received from a girl on a building’s surface. I wonder if Li Jun knows him.”

Cen Shuang walked around the room. She was wearing a nightgown that had a tie belt. She was shuffling so casually that she tripped on the bedsheet. She tipped toward Zhuang Hong and the plate of melon seeds flew into the air. Cen Shuang used her upper body to shield Zhuang Hong’s face. Her chest almost suffocated Zhuang Hong. Cen Shuang was so scared that she rolled off his body. The plate in her hand slipped and connected with Zhuang Hong’s face. It caused him a ‘second injury’.

Cen Shuang quickly took the plate away and saw two red streaks on his face. “Zhuang Hong, your nose is bleeding!”

Cen Shuang took a towel and carefully wiped the blood off Zhuang Hong’s face. After so many instances like this, Zhuang Hong was probably very angry with her. “I’m sorry, I didn’t do it on purpose.” She knew that the person under her would not blame her. Still, she said guiltily, “I’ve already apologized to you. As a man, you can’t hold a grudge against me. If you don’t say anything, I’lll just assumed that you’ve forgiven me.”

After saying this, the guilt in her heart lessened a little. “Actually, what I said just now was all to anger you. In my heart, you’re still the most handsome man there is. Aren’t you very touched? Sigh, Boyan said that he wanted me to provoke you so that you would wake up quickly. I wanted you to wake up, but I didn’t want you to wake up. What do you think I want?”

She thought about Lan Yibai’s expectant gaze, then she thought about how Zhuang Tinghao had bullied her. She also thought about how others had mocked Zhuang Hong for being a vegetable. She was angry. At that time, she really hoped that Zhuang Hong would wake up, however, after she calmed down, and when she was whispering to him in their room, she did not want Zhuang Hong to wake up. Perhaps she was not mentally prepared, or perhaps the first version of him that she met was the quiet Zhuang Hong. If this man woke up one day, how would she get along with him? Would they have the same hobbies? Would he dote on her? Would he hold her in his arms to comfort her when she was sad? Would he like her like this?

Cen Shuang was looking forward to that day, but she was also afraid of that day. As she continued to think about it, she drifted off to sleep, still on top of Zhuang Hong. The two of them leaned into each other in the night. Under the gentle moonlight, his large hand closed over her shoulder and she was pulled into the man’s embrace.

Mu Sensen looked at Cen Shuang, who had been sneezing all morning, and handed her a packet of tissues with a look of disdain. “Sis, are you thinking of someone?”

“No, I’m just catching a cold.” Last night, she had fallen asleep on Zhuang Hong’s body. Not only had she forgotten to close the balcony doors and windows, but she had also not covered herself with the blanket. Getting a cold was only expected given that the cold wind had been blowing into the room all night long.

Mu Sensen looked at her series of unladylike actions. “You’re Jiang University’s beauty. Can’t you act a little more like an idol? You don’t look nice when you wipe your nose?”

“I’m clearly not feeling well. Why do I need to look good?”