Chapter 3: Veins Bulging on the Back of the Hand

[Mimi, the task is to bully the female lead!]

“I was just bullying her, wasn’t I?”

The system, Bumpy, was shocked as it observed Bai Ruoruo. Bai’s small fists were clenched, her eyes red and on the verge of tears from being bullied.

It seemed Jiang Mi was indeed following the plot of bullying the female lead.

However, according to the script, after the villainous female character bullies the female lead, she should extend her face to be slapped in return!

Jiang Mi let out a cold laugh.

Bumpy suddenly realized it had voiced its true thoughts.

Help, help, help!

[Ahem, the villainess following the plot is one thing, but whether the female lead follows the plot or not is another matter.]

Jiang Mi didn’t respond to Bumpy and turned her attention back to the director, returning to the original topic. “Director, if I’m not mistaken, the live broadcast starts at 4 PM. It’s only 9 AM now, and you’re already barging into my home?”

The director, caught off guard, was anxious. “Well, since we’re starting the broadcast today, we wanted to give the audience a little surprise.”

Jiang Mi looked as if she had heard something ridiculous. “Are you sure showing the audience me right now is a benefit, and not deliberately ruining their appetites?”

The director gave an awkward laugh. “Mimi, how could you say that about yourself? No, of course not.”

[Jiang Mi’s official Weibo was bombarded with over 100,000 comments, trending on hot search. In the past, this would have been off-putting, but now, ‘Sister, so beautiful, I love it!’]

[That scene just now, keep it coming, the shoes are off, shouldn’t the dress come off too!]

[In three seconds, I want all the information on that man (with a domineering tone)]

[He’s so mam, so handsome, with such a cold face, yet so eager while taking off Mimi’s shoes!]

[Ahhh, go for it, gkd!!!]

Seeing the barrage of comments, the director quickly signaled the cameraman to focus more on Gu Chuan.

In this day and age, with so many pretty boys in the industry, the audience had grown tired. It was rare to see a man with so much masculine charm, and the comments went wild.

Gu Chuan suddenly turned his head, his black eyes piercing and intimidating as they fixed on the crowd.

The netizens on the other side of the screen were thrilled. Fierce and wild, so handsome, give me a close-up shot!

The cameraman, who weighed over 200 pounds, trembled involuntarily, almost dropping the camera. He was too scared to do anything!

The director, shivering, quickly said, “Ahem, it’s getting late. We should head back and prepare. We’ll leave now!”

As soon as he finished speaking, hurried footsteps echoed, as if they were being chased by some kind of beast.

Gu Chuan left with a comment about preparing breakfast and followed suit.

Jiang Mi watched his tall, cold, and distant figure, her smile widening.

He was cold-blooded, indifferent, and unfeeling.

Yet he would still, due to a childhood favor, diligently serve the capricious and spoiled young lady.

So hard and yet so soft.

Jiang Mi returned to her room, changed into her pajamas, and opened the wardrobe. It was filled with loose white T-shirts, gray plaid shirts, and wide-legged pants… only a few haute couture dresses were pitifully crammed into the corner.

Jiang Mi looked down at her chest. The original owner seemed to be ashamed of her impressive figure….

Because the male lead subtly emphasizes his preference for innocent and plain people, and constantly puts down the original owner’s figure, pressuring her to shrink back with a hunch and even considering surgery to get rid of it.

Tsk, the male and female leads are truly harmful.

Jiang Mi picked a wine-red camisole dress according to her own preferences and casually threw on a black cardigan.

She looked like a delicate red plum blooming on a snowy white field.

Snowy, enchanting.

In the restaurant, Gu Chuan emerged from the kitchen holding a cup of black coffee and saw the woman in the wine-red dress.

Graceful and enchanting.

The warmth from the woman’s toes against his palm made him clench his fist, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged.

Taking a quick breath, Gu Chuan turned and went back to the kitchen.

Jiang Mi called out to him, “Where are you going?”

“Adding ice.” Gu Chuan, with a cold expression, added two ice cubes to the black coffee and, with a loud clink, placed the iced coffee on Jiang Mi’s table.

Jiang Mi: “…….”

The rich aroma and bitterness of the black coffee made Jiang Mi furrow her brows slightly.

She disliked bitterness and preferred sweetness.

But the original owner liked black coffee very much, drinking it every morning to reduce swelling and lose weight.

If she didn’t drink it, it would break her character in front of the villain.

Jiang Mi blinked, her voice soft and delicate, “Feed it to me.”

Gu Chuan narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze cold and assessing. “Miss, I’ll go prepare the car.”

Jiang Mi remembered from her memories that Gu Chuan never had time to eat.

When the original owner was in bed, Gu Chuan was preparing breakfast in the kitchen.

When the original owner was eating, Gu Chuan went outside to wait by the car.

When the original owner went out, Gu Chuan was always by her side, protecting her.

“Stop.”

[Jiang Big Boss, you can’t feel sorry for the villain. You need to humiliate him!]

Jiang Mi and Bumpy spoke almost simultaneously, and Gu Chuan stopped in his tracks. “Miss, do you have any further instructions?”

Jiang Mi lifted her chin slightly. “Sit down and eat.”

Gu Chuan’s gaze remained calm as he looked at her.

Jiang Mi suddenly smiled, raised an eyebrow, and her eyes sparkled with a hint of dominance. “That’s an order.”

Whether it’s a command with good or bad intentions, it always adds a touch of discomfort.

Gu Chuan, cold-eyed, silently picked up the plate and prepared to head to the kitchen.

Jiang Mi added, “Sit down and eat.”

Gu Chuan looked up, his expression unchanged, his voice as indifferent and cold as ever. “Miss, you said that dogs have no right to eat at the same table as their owners.”

That was indeed quite humiliating.

However, Jiang Mi was more curious about whether Gu Chuan was enduring the insult or simply indifferent.

For example, in his mind, the arrogant and pampered young lady Jiang Mi was like a spoiled pet dog.

Would a master bother arguing with a pet dog having a tantrum?

Of course not.

When it was time to coax, they would coax. When it was not, they would just discard it.

As this bizarre thought crossed her mind, Jiang Mi felt she was glimpsing the truth. No wonder Gu Chuan, the villain, tolerated the original owner’s humiliation.

Jiang Mi set down her delicate and elegant soup spoon, making a clear clinking sound against the porcelain bowl.

She lifted her fair, delicate face, her small mole at the corner of her eye swaying gently, charming and seductive.

“Meow meow~”

“Do meows and woofs count as the same kind?”

Gu Chuan’s sharp jawline tightened, his intense gaze fixed on the smiling woman.

Seeing the mole at the corner of her eye gently sway, like a precious and beautiful ragdoll cat licking its owner’s fingers, gently coquettish.

His indifferent heartstrings trembled slightly.

The cold blood gradually warmed up.

His Adam’s apple bobbed, his gaze shifting from the seductive mole to the iced coffee. He narrowed his eyes and reminded her instead of answering.

“Miss, your coffee is still untouched.”

Jiang Mi’s smile faltered, her lips pouting in a spoiled manner. “If you don’t feed me, I won’t drink it.”

Gu Chuan’s lips curled into an ambiguous smile. “Understood. There won’t be any more black coffee at Miss’s breakfast in the future.”