Did the Tsundere Miss Get Slapped in the Face Again Today? - Chapter 83

Chapter 83: “My Wife Definitely Won’t Refuse Me.”

Tap, tap.

Jiang Zhi’s ears pricked up; footsteps were approaching the private room. Along with the creak of the door opening, Jiang Zhi exercised restraint, ending their brief, light kiss and gently pushing Lin Anran away.

The waiter entered, carrying several dishes. Plates were laid out one by one until the table was overflowing.

“Sorry to keep you waiting. Your order is complete. Please enjoy your meal,” the waiter said with a professional, flawless smile.

The waiter felt their service was impeccable, but for some reason, one of the customers was staring at them with a look that could only be described as… homicidal.

How to describe that look? Angry? Furious? Like she wanted to jump up and beat someone? It was the look of someone whose “private business” had been rudely interrupted.

As the waiter stood there feeling uneasy, Jiang Zhi nudged Lin Anran with her elbow.

Anran frowned.

Jiang Zhi lowered her voice and whispered, “Don’t look at them like that. It’s rude.”

It’s just a kiss that got interrupted… why look at them like a sworn enemy?

Lin Anran pouted. “Oh, you’re polite? You’re so polite you became a liar? You’re so polite you broke your promise?”

Jiang Zhi choked on her words. She could already see it coming. With Anran’s vengeful little personality, she would probably be bringing up this old debt forever. If things went well, it would be brought up hundreds of times a month. If things went badly…

Jiang Zhi imagined a scene decades from now, when both of them were gray-haired old ladies. They’d be bickering over some tiny detail, and a certain Grandma Lin would shakily point a finger: “You’re polite, oh so polite. You’re so polite you became a liar and didn’t keep your promise!”

Jiang Zhi shivered slightly. That’s a bit scary…

Then again, she deserved it. Being reminded of her mistakes for the rest of her life was a fair price to pay.

“Alright, alright. I’m impolite, it’s my fault. Let’s stop talking and eat.” Jiang Zhi handed her a pair of chopsticks.

“Don’t act all attentive. It’s fake, I don’t like it,” Anran snapped, though she snatched the chopsticks quickly enough.

Jiang Zhi continued her “attentive” act, scooping rice and placing food in Anran’s bowl. Anran said she didn’t like it, but the way her head was tilted up and the tiny curve at the corner of her mouth suggested she was actually enjoying it very much.

After serving Anran, Jiang Zhi filled a bowl for herself and raised her chopsticks. Her hand was swatted away.

Jiang Zhi paused, amused. “You ordered a whole table of food and won’t let me eat? Can you finish all this by yourself?”

“You can eat,” Anran said, “but you have to eat what I tell you to.”

She picked up a piece of Pineapple Sweet and Sour Pork and dropped it into Jiang Zhi’s bowl. “Eat it,” Anran commanded, tilting her chin.

Jiang Zhi didn’t quite understand the game, but she went along with it. She chewed the pork, and her face immediately scrunched up. It was sweet. Jiang Zhi hated sweet savory dishes; they made her grimace every time. She wanted to spit it out, but meeting Anran’s threatening gaze, she forced herself to swallow.

Anran then added a piece of barbecued pork.

Jiang Zhi didn’t even have to taste it to know—it would be very sweet, likely glazed in thick honey sauce.

“Eat. Why are you staring?” Anran watched her like a hawk.

Jiang Zhi chuckled, picked it up, and chewed. It wasn’t that the food was bad; it was just a personal preference. But to satisfy Anran’s need for revenge, Jiang Zhi deliberately made a pained, twisted face as if it were the hardest thing in the world to swallow.

Seeing this “suffering,” Anran finally smiled, looking very satisfied.

“You seem to love it so much. Since you like it, I won’t fight you for it. It’s all yours. Eat it all.” Anran pushed the entire plates of Sweet and Sour Pork and Honey Barbecued Pork in front of Jiang Zhi.

She was being intentionally mischievous. Jiang Zhi continued her pained performance. Anran showed no mercy, even urging her on: “Faster. Don’t leave a single scrap. I want you to drink the sauce too.”

Jiang Zhi tried to keep the act going, but her acting skills failed her. She let out a sudden snort of laughter, breaking character.

Anran looked at her blankly.

Jiang Zhi cleared her throat and wiped the smile away. “You’ve read a lot of novels, haven’t you? I saw one on your desk. I assume you’ve read plenty of ‘Crematorium’ stories. Usually, the ‘scumbag’ ex has to go through physical and mental torture to be forgiven. Your version of the crematorium is just forcing me to eat two sweet dishes? Isn’t that a bit too easy?”

Anran’s face turned ashen with embarrassment.

Jiang Zhi wisely shut up and lowered her head to continue eating her “punishment.” After a while, she tried to negotiate. “Can I just eat half? I’m full, I really can’t fit any more.”

The portions were huge. Jiang Zhi hadn’t even touched her rice, yet she was stuffed just from the meat.

Anran was heartless. “No. You must finish it!”

Jiang Zhi sighed and picked up her chopsticks again. On the outside, she looked miserable; on the inside, she was incredibly happy.

Beside her, Anran pulled the red hand-cord from her pocket and waved it in front of Jiang Zhi’s eyes. Jiang Zhi thought she was finally getting it back, but after two teases, Anran stuffed it back into her pocket.

Jiang Zhi: “?”

Anran threatened coldly, “You’d better behave, or you’ll never get this back as long as you live.”

Jiang Zhi: “…”

Sweet food and hand-cord threats. Her revenge tactics are many, but they have zero actual lethality.

Finally, the two plates were cleared. Jiang Zhi let out a breath of relief and drank some water to wash down the cloying sweetness. Anran glanced at the empty plates and nodded with begrudging approval.

As Anran continued her meal slowly, Jiang Zhi didn’t rush her. She sat quietly and checked train tickets on her phone. She had left the village in such a rush that she hadn’t left enough food for Zhaocai. Though Grandma Li was helping, the old woman didn’t have much energy to look after a cat.

The person eating daintily beside her suddenly leaned over. “What are you looking at?”

The small head popping into her field of vision gave Jiang Zhi a fright; she nearly dropped the phone. “Nothing.”

“Liar. You’re looking at train tickets,” Anran’s eyes widened, sparks of anger flying as if she were a cat with its fur standing on end. She stood up abruptly. “We just cleared things up! You even kissed me! So I made you eat two dishes you don’t like—how can you be so fragile? Fine, I won’t make you eat them anymore…”

“No, no,” Jiang Zhi explained quickly. “I have a cat. I left in a hurry and didn’t leave enough food. I can’t just abandon it. Don’t worry, sit down.”

Jiang Zhi pulled her back into her seat. Anran sat, but her face was still long and her lips were tight.

Jiang Zhi resumed her familiar task of “smoothing the cat’s fur”. She tested the waters: “Why don’t you come back with me? You can see my cat. He’s quite cute; I think you’ll like him.”

Anran scoffed. “Who wants to see your ugly cat? I saw it in your videos. I don’t like it at all.”

Jiang Zhi changed tactics. “Well, if not for the cat, come see where I live. Aren’t you curious about the place where I grew up?”

Anran’s eyebrows twitched, and her “fur” finally smoothed down. She was clearly happy, but her tongue remained sharp. “I’m not interested in where you live. I don’t even like looking at you, so I definitely won’t like looking at your house.”

Jiang Zhi placed a piece of food in her bowl. “Fine, I know you don’t like looking at me. I’ll try to be more ‘eye-pleasing.’ Here, keep eating.”

Anran pushed the food to the side, refusing it. But once Jiang Zhi stopped paying attention, Anran happily gobbled it up.

Watching her childish behavior, Jiang Zhi felt a mix of amusement and helplessness. How did I ever think she had changed? She’s exactly the same—her personality isn’t much more advanced than a three-year-old’s.

As Anran ate, Jiang Zhi hesitated between buying a high-speed rail ticket or a plane ticket. If she were alone, she’d take a cheap sleeper train, but she couldn’t make Anran suffer through a long train ride. She chose the plane.

She selected one economy class and one business class—the latter for Anran.

“You’re going to sit away from me?” Anran’s head popped over again.

“I’ll just sit in economy; it’s cheaper.”

“Stingy. How much can you save? I want to sit in economy too, right next to you.”

Jiang Zhi was speechless. She ended up canceling the economy ticket and buying two business class seats.

Anran tsked. “The sun must be rising in the west. A penny-pincher like you actually willing to buy two business class tickets? I’m not splitting the bill with you. You’re paying for the whole thing. Let your wallet bleed!”

Jiang Zhi tapped her lightly on the head. “Behave yourself.”

Anran narrowed her eyes. “Behave? Weren’t you the one who was so good at behaving? And you still became a liar and broke your promise.”

Jiang Zhi facepalmed. Her vision of Grandma Lin bringing up old debts was definitely going to come true. This was the second time during lunch alone.

“Your flight is for tomorrow,” Anran said, chewing a piece of vegetable. She asked casually, trying to sound indifferent while her ears were practically twitching for the answer. “So, where do you plan to stay tonight?”

Her motive was transparent.

Jiang Zhi suppressed a smile. “I’ll just find a random hotel.”

The sound of Anran’s chewing became louder, sounding a bit like she was grinding her teeth.

“But hotels cost money,” Jiang Zhi continued. “And as you said, I’m a stingy poor person. I’d hate to spend that money. So… maybe you could take me in for the night?” Jiang Zhi winked.

“No way,” Anran said, though the corners of her mouth were turning up.

Jiang Zhi shrugged. “Alright. Since you won’t agree, I won’t force you. I’ll just ask someone else for help.”

Anran slammed her chopsticks down, her gaze unfriendly. “Who exactly are you going to ask?”

Jiang Zhi leaned in close, raising an eyebrow. “I’ll ask my wife. She definitely won’t refuse me.”

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