After the Good Boy’s Facade Failed, He Was Doted on by His Daddy - Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Difficult to Tame

Between cooking and changing clothes, Ning Sang chose the former.

He had wanted to send the battle scene in the kitchen to 0920 to show off his culinary skills tactfully, indicating that he temporarily couldn’t make this meal and wouldn’t be able to make one in the future either.

It would be best not to make him cook anymore.

But thinking of the internet photos he had sent in the past when pretending he was eating properly, Ning Sang didn’t dare to say it.

He had no choice but to carefully look up how to cut a green bell pepper and re-cut that bell pepper.

Step one: pull out the knife that had accidentally been stuck in.

Ning Sang pressed the green pepper with one hand and gripped the knife handle with the other, pulling lightly first.

The knife did not budge.

He took a deep breath and changed his force. This time, his back bumped straight into the refrigerator behind him.

“…How come even a green pepper is bullying me?” Ning Sang complained with dissatisfaction.

He laid the pepper on its side and finally managed to slice off a piece.

Ning Sang let out a sigh of relief and, following the tutorial, cut the green pepper piece by piece.

After finishing a difficult meal, the chicken wings he had eaten in the late afternoon had almost been digested. Ning Sang sat at his computer desk, looking at the two dishes on the table, feeling quite a sense of satisfaction.

He took a photo with his phone and sent it to Cen Wei before opening the chat box with 0920.

The “ten minutes” he had ignored earlier caught his eye, and Ning Sang was stunned.

Forty minutes had already passed since he received this message from 0920.

Should be… fine, right?

Timidly, Ning Sang sent the photo of the food over.

While waiting for the other party to reply, Ning Sang picked up his chopsticks, put a few pieces of stir-fried pork with green pepper into his bowl, and ate them with rice.

Oh no, my hand shook and I put in too much salt. It’s too salty.

As Ning Sang was gulping down water, his phone screen lit up.

0920: Being late is not a good habit. I’ll let it slide this time. If you are late again in the future, there will be a punishment.

The words “there will be a punishment” made Ning Sang’s eyes widen. He thought of many PK battles that streamers would play.

The money came fast, but the punishments after losing had many variations. Ning Sang had heard Cen Wei talk about them, and after hearing them, he completely dismissed the idea of going to PK with strangers.

Before he could send an acting-cute and apologizing sticker, a video call popped up.

Ning Sang’s heart beat faster than it did on the day of his first broadcast. He wanted to hit decline first, but in his flustered state, he pressed answer.

The video defaulted to the front-facing camera, and Ning Sang saw himself in the lens.

His hair at the back of his head was casually tied into a small braid, the strands on his forehead were still wet and plastered against his brow, and there was a small piece of vegetable leaf on his cheek that had splattered there while chopping vegetables.

He was as disheveled as he could possibly be.

The camera on the other side was turned off; the man did not show his face, but his microphone was on: “You didn’t change your clothes.”

His voice was very low, sounding as if it carried tiny electric currents when he spoke. Ning Sang’s fingertips curled subconsciously.

This voice was pleasant to listen to, but why did it sound… a bit familiar?

Ning Sang placed his phone face down on the table and pulled over a small mirror next to him, wanting to tidy up his hair first.

At the same time, he muttered in his heart: Since his voice sounds so good, maybe he’s a fatty.

“I forgot,” Ning Sang said using his streaming tone, “I’m sorry, Brother.”

He combed his hair straight, wiped his face, and finally pressed his lips together forcefully to make his mouth look redder.

Ning Sang found a stand and propped his phone up.

He told himself that this was a normal live broadcast, and the person on the other side wasn’t the only one watching him.

It was just eating, nothing difficult.

Ning Sang picked up his chopsticks.

“Put on the clothes,” 0920’s tone seemed to carry a bit of displeasure.

Ning Sang acted completely oblivious. He held the tip of his chopsticks in his mouth and said vaguely: “Can we really not negotiate this further? I, I don’t really like wearing clothes that are too revealing…”

After speaking, he blinked. His dark pupils, lacking contact lenses, looked misty and hazy.

He looked even more innocent and pitiful than usual in the live stream.

The other side was quiet for nearly ten seconds, which made Ning Sang—who was originally determined to act shamelessly—feel rather uneasy, almost blurting out a compromise himself.

“Eat,” the man said.

“Brother, you are such a good person!” Ning Sang curved his eyes in a smile and buried his head to eat his food.

Except when he was extremely hungry, Ning Sang always ate slowly, mouthful by mouthful. He had to do other things while eating, otherwise, it just didn’t feel right.

In the past while eating, he would use this time to check background direct messages. Now the app was uninstalled, and he only had his single boss, 0920, to face; there were no direct messages for him to read.

He couldn’t even look at his phone.

Ning Sang looked toward the computer behind him, really wanting to secretly find a TV series to play.

Watching Xu Xiao’s new drama and scolding him while watching would also be a decent entertainment activity.

While Ning Sang’s mind was teeming with continuous thoughts, Xu Xiao on the other end was pinching a dog’s paw, clipping its nails.

A tablet stood on the desktop. After Xu Xiao finished speaking, he turned off the microphone, and the dog’s struggling whimpering could not reach Ning Sang’s ears.

With one hand, Xu Xiao pressed on the dog’s belly, and with the other, he lifted its head up.

The watery, large eyes looked at Xu Xiao, looking as pitiful as could be.

“Acting spoiled is useless,” Xu Xiao said, taking advantage of the moment before the dog could recover its wits to clip its overgrown nails.

After having a section of its nails clipped, the little puppy miraculously grew obedient and just let Xu Xiao cut them.

Xu Xiao was a bit surprised. He looked at the person in the tablet who took a bite of rice and then darted their eyes around in a circle.

He thought that the little anchor was either an untrained puppy or a cat that couldn’t be brought to heel.

He could save the answer to this question to verify it slowly.

Xu Xiao let the dog go and turned the microphone back on: “You have to concentrate when eating.”

The person on the other side looked startled, violently closed their eyes, and then showed a painful expression.

“I bit my tongue…” he mumbled in a small voice.

“Fifteen minutes. Finish everything on the table,” Xu Xiao said, “After the meal, in a little while, you still have to drink a glass of milk.”

The young man opened his eyes wide. Perhaps due to the pain of biting his tongue, or perhaps due to his dissatisfaction with drinking milk, a tear actually welled up in the corner of his eye.

Xu Xiao looked down at him, his expression expressionless.

Ning Sang didn’t know what kind of expression 0920 wore; he only felt that the other party was going too far. But thinking of today’s transfer and the person lying in the intensive care unit, Ning Sang said nothing. He lowered his head and began to eat the food.

Since you want me to eat fast, don’t blame me for being unprofessional.

Until he finished eating, Ning Sang didn’t raise his head to look at the camera again.

He hadn’t eaten this full in a long time, and coupled with the dishes he had cooked himself, the taste was truly unpromising. As soon as he put down his chopsticks, a wave of nausea rose in his throat.

He covered his mouth.

“Want to throw up?” 0920 asked.

Ning Sang shook his head, his blonde hair swaying along with the motion.

“Drink milk at nine o’clock. You have to send me a video,” after finishing this sentence, 0920 hung up the video call first.

Ning Sang looked at the call-ended screen and didn’t continue holding it in. He ran to the bathroom and threw up everything cleanly.

Vomiting twice in one day was truly not a pleasant experience.

Ning Sang caught a cup of warm water to drink and lay flat on his bed, his chest heaving continuously.

Thinking of the milk he had to drink later, the nausea surged up again. He rolled over, biting the corner of his quilt and brooding in anger.

Just as he was fuming and putting 0920 on his assassination list, tying for first place with Xu Xiao, his phone vibrated twice. Receiving it with waning strength, Ning Sang saw a transfer of funds.

He waited a few minutes before accepting it.

N: Thank you, Brother. qwq

0920: Remember to change your clothes later.

Ning Sang sat up, looking at the clothes he had piled on the floor, his temples throbbing violently.

Pervert! If you like these kinds of clothes so much, why don’t you wear them yourself?!

Ning Sang caught his breath for a moment and went to take a shower first.

At home, he was generally only used to slipping on a long T-shirt; he didn’t even like wearing pajama bottoms.

After the shower, taking off the T-shirt, Ning Sang accepted his fate, picked up that pile of clothes, and put them on.

Cen Wei often shared various strange clothes with him, so after glancing at them a few times, he still understood how to put them on.

However, when picking up that black vest that was hollowed out in the middle and had crisscross laces both front and back, Ning Sang’s worldview was still refreshed.

“Is this supposed to be an undershirt?” Ning Sang put on the short vest and discovered that the intersecting straps on his chest happened to hit a very delicate spot. As soon as he moved even slightly, he couldn’t help but arch his waist forward.

Since childhood, Ning Sang had been more fragile than ordinary people. Aside from his parents hugging him, he didn’t like having intimate contact with anyone.

Growing up, his parents didn’t hug him every day like when he was small. Ning Sang, who almost never had physical contact with others, would break out in goosebumps even if his arm occasionally brushed against a doorframe.

Let alone such obvious friction right now, and in that position…

Ning Sang gritted his teeth and slipped a white T-shirt over it.

After putting it on and looking down, he noticed that the pattern part on the front of this T-shirt had a zipper along its outer edge.

Ning Sang hesitated for a few seconds, raised his hand, and tried to pull the zipper open.

The zipper slid open very smoothly, and the bare skin of his chest felt the outside air.

“Pervert,” Ning Sang pulled the zipper back up, thinking 0920 must have premeditated this for a long time, or else he himself wasn’t any good; otherwise, how could he find these weird clothes in such a short time.

The top was barely put on. Ning Sang looked at the pair of shorts to the side, thinking: To shoot a video of drinking milk, there’s no need to show my whole body, right?

He put on his contact lenses, propped up his phone, and poured the milk into a glass.

0920’s request was to drink warm milk, but Ning Sang felt that the other person couldn’t tell whether the milk was hot or cold through the screen.

Moreover, hot milk was even more uncomfortable for Ning Sang than cold milk.

“Brother, I’m starting to drink,” Ning Sang sat down obediently, holding the milk and reciting his lines toward the camera.

He didn’t know if 0920 had left after his live broadcast that day, or if he had seen the video clips of his “catastrophe” online.

However, Ning Sang was clear that what 0920 liked was him in the live broadcast room, so he had to act out that appearance well.

His lips pressed against the edge of the cup. Ning Sang closed his eyes, his heart feeling like it was going to a desperate doom.

The fishy, sweet liquid flowed down his throat. After drinking for a long time, half the cup was gone.

Just as Ning Sang put down the cup and wanted to catch his breath, a video call popped up abruptly.

Ning Sang glanced at the time, confirming it hadn’t passed nine o’clock yet.

This person was still prone to sudden whims.

Ning Sang defined 0920 in his heart and pressed answer.

“I’m shooting the video, Brother,” Ning Sang pursed the milk stains at the corner of his lips and blinked at the camera.

0920: “Did you change into the clothes?”

“Of course,” Ning Sang raised his arm; he had even put on the sleeves, “I am very obedient.”

Nonsense, who wouldn’t be obedient for money?

“Stand up and let me have a look,” the male voice said.

Ning Sang’s smile stiffened at the corner of his mouth.

True, he was too lazy to put on the fishnet stockings and pants, but underneath… he wasn’t wearing pajama bottoms either!!!

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