Did the Tsundere Miss Get Slapped in the Face Again Today? - Chapter 14

Chapter 14: “Why Aren’t You Replying? Reply to Me!!!”

Looking at the unfinished instant noodles and coffee on the table, Jiang Zhi sighed. Adhering to the principle of not wasting food, she finished them despite having no appetite.

While washing the dishes, she saw a box of coffee and a pile of instant noodles in the cabinet and felt a moment of distraction.

She didn’t like eating these things. The reason she had stockpiled so much was entirely because the young lady loved them. Lin Anran would insist on buying them whenever she saw them, and would throw a fit if she couldn’t…

She thought about going to the supermarket with Lin Anran before. The moment Lin Anran saw coffee and instant noodles, she couldn’t move, as if she were under a spell.

Then came the scene of her acting spoiled and petulant like a child, insisting on buying them. She couldn’t eat that much, but she just had to buy them.

Thinking of these moments, Jiang Zhi couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

As she was laughing, the smile suddenly froze.

She closed the cabinet.

Why did I buy so much? She’s gone now, and I don’t like eating them. It’s a waste and a pity. I’ll just have to eat them slowly later. Who knows how long that will take.

She grabbed a towel and wiped the water from her hands. It was nearly midnight, quite late, and time for bed.

As she was heading back to her room, she glanced at the express box placed by the entryway.

It was the helmet she had picked up yesterday. The box hadn’t been opened and was just sitting on the floor.

After a moment of hesitation, she walked over, picked it up, found a small knife, and opened the package.

A pink helmet was taken out of the box. The style wasn’t great, and the quality wasn’t excellent either. After all, it only cost ¥99, so naturally, it couldn’t compare to the ¥1999 helmet Lin Anran had initially picked out.

Jiang Zhi could imagine what Lin Anran would say if she were here and saw this helmet.

The scene flashed in her mind:

Lin Anran would hold the helmet, look at it left and right, and pout: “This shabby helmet is so cheap. I don’t like it.”

She would definitely say something like that, but it wouldn’t stop her from happily putting the helmet on. She would probably check herself in the mirror and act smug about it.

Her words would say dislike, but her actions would suggest the opposite.

Jiang Zhi looked at the pink helmet in her hands and sighed. What a pity. She never got to wear the pink helmet she had longed for.

Lin Anran didn’t wear it, but the pink plush bear did. Before Jiang Zhi went back to her room, she put the helmet on the bear’s head.

After sleeping on the sofa for so long, she felt unaccustomed to sleeping back in the spacious bed. She tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

Perhaps it wasn’t the bed she was unaccustomed to; it might be the coffee she had just drunk. Drinking coffee before bed—how could she sleep?

Jiang Zhi stared blankly at the ceiling, bored.

The sheets and quilt had clearly been changed, but lying on the bed, she could vaguely smell Lin Anran’s unique shower gel fragrance.

Why “unique to her”? Because…

Lin Anran had insisted that the shower gel Jiang Zhi used smelled bad and demanded a new one. After a fuss, Jiang Zhi had no choice but to agree. The young lady was not polite, choosing the most expensive one, a price that still made Jiang Zhi’s heart ache.

But she had to admit, the expensive shower gel’s scent was indeed on a higher level, a light, refreshing peach aroma.

That scent now lingered in the air. The person was gone, but the scent remained.

Jiang Zhi looked towards the wardrobe on her left—it was full of Lin Anran’s clothes. She wondered if Lin Anran would ever return for them.

Probably not. The young lady had enough clothes to open a department store. There was no need for her to return just for these.

Since she didn’t want them, how should she dispose of these clothes?

Jiang Zhi sighed. Lin Anran hadn’t lived here for long, yet her presence seemed to be everywhere.

Unable to sleep, she turned on the light and sat up.

She looked down at the plain red bracelet on her wrist, her thoughts drifting, recalling things from a long time ago.

Jiang Zhi had almost no friends. It wasn’t because she was strange and couldn’t make friends; on the contrary, she had a gentle personality and could chat with anyone and easily become friends. However, she intentionally kept a suitable distance from everyone.

If she had to pinpoint the reason for this, it might be attributed to her being too sentimental.

She used to make friends, people with similar goals and values, but separations between people were often sudden. They would often lose contact and slowly drift apart for various reasons.

Whenever she parted with these friends, her mood would often be poor for a while.

Just like now.

To exaggerate a little, separating from a friend was similar to a heartbreak. She wouldn’t secretly cry, but it was genuinely upsetting.

“Someone like me really isn’t suited to making friends,” Jiang Zhi murmured, sighing as she looked at the plain bracelet on her wrist.

She picked up her phone to check it. As expected, she hadn’t received any messages.

Her phone rarely showed any activity apart from work messages, living a life largely unnoticed in the world.

Her index finger tapped the side of the phone twice aimlessly, as if hesitating. Then, as if having made a decision, she tapped into her chat history with Lin Anran.

The chat stopped at yesterday afternoon.

She was running errands outside when Lin Anran sent a message.

Lin Anran: Bring back a cup of coffee.

Jiang Zhi: No money.

Whenever I ask you to buy something, it’s always no money no money no money.

You pauper, you are truly a miser god.

You must bring me back coffee.

Did you hear me? Why aren’t you replying? Reply to me!!!

Put it on my tab. I’ll pay you back later. I’ll pay you back double, okay? Seriously, why are you so stingy…

Scrolling up, the chat content was mostly similar: Lin Anran wanted to buy something, Jiang Zhi would say she had no money, and then Lin Anran would become furious, start cursing, and bombard her with messages.

It would only stop when Jiang Zhi compromised and bought the item.

Lin Anran had run up a huge tab with her, promising to pay her back later, but she hadn’t seen any money since Lin Anran actually went home.

After a careful tally, she realized that all the various small expenses added up—she had spent over ¥10,000 on Lin Anran.

My goodness! In such a short time, this person was a money-eating beast. She truly knew how to spend.

Jiang Zhi clutched her chest, feeling heartache over the money…

This ungrateful little thing. It’s fine that she left, but she should at least pay back the money…

She turned off the phone. She couldn’t look at the chat history anymore. Her earlier melancholy and sadness were gone, replaced entirely by heartache for her money. After all, she was a person who couldn’t bear to spend even the 50 cents for the express locker fee.

Sleep. Sleep. I really can’t think about this money.

She closed her eyes, trying to encourage sleep.

Just as she was about to fall asleep, a “Ding-dong” sound—a message notification—scattered the sleepiness she had struggled to accumulate.

Jiang Zhi opened her eyes in despair, annoyed that she hadn’t silenced her phone before bed. Now she had to start over again.

She irritably grabbed her phone. She wanted to see who was sending messages in the middle of the night.

The screen light was glaring. Her vision was blurred for a few seconds. When she finally made out the sender’s profile picture, her expression froze momentarily.

“Ding-dong.”

“Ding-dong ding-dong ding-dong.”

The phone began ringing and vibrating frantically.

The person with the Maine Coon cat profile picture was sending messages, one after another, without stopping. In the blink of an eye, there were already more than ten messages.

This familiar feeling made Jiang Zhi chuckle softly.

Lin Anran really did send messages with little regard for the recipient, often bombarding her with over ten or twenty messages. Calling it a text bomb was no exaggeration.

So busy, finally finished and have time.

I was busy. What are you doing? Why aren’t you sending me messages?

Are you celebrating? You’re happy I left and you’re celebrating???

Jiang Zhi looked at the continuous stream of messages, feeling a mix of speechlessness and amusement.

She lightly tapped the screen and replied with two words.

Pay back.

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