Chapter 180: Chapter 104: You Don’t Have a Split Personality, Do You?
Jiang Wanyi didn’t eat much and finished quickly. She went to the bathroom to wash her hands and came back with a hairdryer.
"Your hair isn’t dry yet. Let me blow-dry it for you. It’s getting cooler out, so you might catch a cold if you go out like this."
"I’ve made up my mind. From now on, I’ll just eat with you. I’m not bringing her anymore."
"And why is that?" Jiang Wanyi asked with a smile, feigning ignorance.
"By the time she’s capable of blow-drying my hair, I’ll probably be bald. I still need you to survive."
AHAHAHA...
Jiang Wanyi was laughing so hard her body shook, a breathtaking sight.
"As long as you know."
Seeing Chen Yuan had finished his breakfast, Jiang Wanyi plugged in the hairdryer and started drying his hair.
"You’ve got good technique."
"I blow-dry my own hair at home a lot. Practice makes perfect."
Her soft hands ran through Chen Yuan’s hair, her movements exceptionally skilled.
Chen Yuan suddenly remembered that Jiang Wanyi never washed her hair when she showered.
"It seems like you never wash your hair when you shower."
"My hair takes a long time to dry, and sleeping with wet hair is bad for you, so I always wash it during the day."
"Alright."
"Alright what?"
"You can wash it at night from now on. I’ll help you dry it."
"You said it."
"I’d be more than happy to be of service."
"Hmph."
She turned off the hairdryer, and they walked to the bathroom, clinging to each other.
"Sit still."
"Are there other items on the program?"
"Of course. We can’t have you going out looking all scruffy. It’s bad for your image."
After putting the hairdryer away, she went back to the bedroom and grabbed two bottles of cosmetics.
"Is this that stuff you wanted me to put on earlier?"
"It’s moisturizer. It’s windy this season, so your face can get really dry. A little bit will do you good."
"I don’t have a choice in the matter, do I?"
"Smart."
Jiang Wanyi scooped out a small dollop and dabbed a bit on his left cheek, right cheek, and forehead.
"Rub it in yourself."
She put down the golden bottle in her hand and picked up another one.
"Close your eyes. I’m going to spray some hairspray and style your hair."
Chen Yuan hastily smeared it all over his face and closed his eyes.
She sprayed some hairspray over his hair, tousled it a few times, then meticulously styled it for a moment.
"There, that looks much better."
He opened his phone’s front-facing camera to look at the hairstyle Jiang Wanyi had given him.
"Very nice."
"Don’t move."
Just as Chen Yuan was about to get up, Jiang Wanyi pushed him back down.
"I’m wasting these good cosmetics on you."
She said with a laugh, teasing Chen Yuan, then rubbed his face a few more times.
"You didn’t even rub it in evenly around your nose."
Jiang Wanyi’s hands were gentle and soft, and Chen Yuan was thoroughly enjoying it.
"All done."
He looked at the front-facing camera again. "Much easier on the eyes than before."
"Well, look who did it for you."
"My future kids’ mom sure is talented. From now on, you’re in charge of this."
"Alright, enough with the sweet talk. Go take care of your business."
"Mhm."
Chen Yuan went to the door to put on his shoes, and Jiang Wanyi watched him from the doorway.
"Um..."
With his hand on the doorknob, Chen Yuan didn’t leave right away. He glanced at Jiang Wanyi’s waist.
"Does it hurt?"
Jiang Wanyi smiled. "Only remembering to ask now?"
"I just forgot earlier."
"It doesn’t hurt. It’s just how my body is. Now go do what you need to do. Don’t worry about it."
"Alright, I’m leaving."
"Mhm."
After leaving Jiang Wanyi’s place, he took a taxi to the hotel to meet up with Song Jianye.
"You’re here."
Seeing Chen Yuan, Song Jianye looked a little guilty and said with a sheepish grin:
"I just called Coach Zhou. He’ll be here soon. Also, about that sundae that fell on the floor yesterday... I can go buy you another one."
"Did it fall on the floor, or did it fall into your stomach?"
"You don’t actually think I’d pick something up off the floor and eat it, do you?"
Chen Yuan: ???
’She’d even say something like that just to avoid admitting she secretly ate it?’
’Looked at from another angle, Song Jianye was a ruthless one.’
"So, do you want one or not?"
"No thanks, it’s too cold."
"Then how about we buy something hot?"
"You’re just determined to get something to eat, aren’t you."
"The weather is so nice, and we’re going out for driving practice. It’d be a shame not to get something to drink."
"It’s just driving practice. You need a whole ritual for it?"
"This counts as hanging out, you know? We’re just ’playing’ with different things in a different way."
Chen Yuan suddenly realized that Song Jianye seemed to have a different perspective on this whole driving practice thing.
"Let’s get two hot fruit teas. But don’t even look at the combo deals. I’d rather spend a few extra bucks."
"You treat, okay? My creative accounting is about to fall apart."
"What if I don’t want to treat you?"
"If you don’t treat me, I’ll be poking you with a little stick when we’re 80."
Chen Yuan: ...
"Does this mean I have to treat you for lunch, too?"
"Not for lunch. The money for food is within my budget."
"I can live with that."
After leaving the hotel, the two of them went to buy hot drinks. Before long, Zhou Jianye arrived to pick them up for driving practice.
During the driving practice, Chen Yuan felt like a spectator.
Zhou Jianye had him practice for two laps first. This time, he avoided all the parking issues, so there were no faults to be found.
Then he looked at Song Jianye sitting in the back seat, his mood a little complicated.
’Money is hard to earn, and life is a bitch. How can the gap between people be so huge?’
’Whatever, her family’s rich.’
To save time, they didn’t go back to University City for lunch, finding a small restaurant nearby instead.
"I’ll say this upfront: even though I’m treating, we can’t spend more than 47.5."
"Why such a specific number?"
"I found 37.5 in my Alipay wallet. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to treat you to lunch."
Chen Yuan looked at the menu. Oil-splashed noodles were 16 a bowl, which was an acceptable price.
"I’ll have this."
"I’ll have the oil-splashed noodles too. Two bowls is 32, plus a bottle of soda makes 37 yuan, and we’ll still have 10.5 yuan left over."