Join a Dating Reality Show with the Aloof, Fishing-Style Richest Man - Chapter 18

Lu Zhao was shocked! Was Ji Zhaoxi implying that her pursuit wasn’t good enough?

The thought sent a cold sweat down Lu Zhao’s spine. She immediately looked at Ji Zhaoxi with a face full of sincerity and said, “How can that be the same? What I tell others is just talk—armchair strategizing!”

“Pursuing you, however, involves actual physical action! I only know how to treat you well; I don’t want to play those hollow games!”

“So you’re teaching Xu Miaomiao how to play hollow games?” Ji Zhaoxi furrowed her brows.

Lu Zhao: “…”

Babe? Is that what I meant?

“It… can’t really be put that way…” Lu Zhao straightened her posture and said with great rigor, “Everyone has a different way of pursuing someone. The things I taught Xu Miaomiao wouldn’t be appropriate for the two of us, right?”

“But! For Xu Miaomiao, it feels especially fitting, don’t you think?”

As she finished, Lu Zhao nodded emphatically to confirm her point.

Ji Zhaoxi’s expression looked slightly stifled. “You’ve never even tried them, so how do you know they aren’t suitable?”

The tone… why did it sound so strange?

Lu Zhao looked at Ji Zhaoxi with a hint of suspicion. Her fair, exquisite features remained as cold and indifferent as ever. Nothing seemed different?

“Um… it’s mainly because of my personality. I feel like I couldn’t pull off such affected methods. I’m more of a down-to-earth person.” Lu Zhao blinked innocently, silently apologizing to Xu Miaomiao in her heart.

Ji Zhaoxi: “…”

She lowered her head to drink her soup and stopped talking.

Seeing that she didn’t pursue the topic further, Lu Zhao immediately breathed a sigh of relief. She began diligently putting food into Ji Zhaoxi’s bowl, trying to keep her mouth busy with eating so she would talk less.

Ji Zhaoxi glanced at her, naturally seeing through her little scheme, but she didn’t expose her. After finishing dinner, Lu Zhao pushed her over to the sofa and tucked a plate of washed fruit into her arms.

Ji Zhaoxi: “…What are you doing?”

“Post-dinner fruit!” Lu Zhao said as if it were a matter of course. “Besides, didn’t I tell you? I’m going to provide you with all-around service!”

Ji Zhaoxi fell silent. She picked up a grape and slowly popped it into her mouth, watching Lu Zhao bustle about.

When Lu Zhao was busy, she usually didn’t let Ji Zhaoxi lift a finger. It was as if  Ji Zhaoxi helped even once, the “salary” Lu Zhao earned would be deducted. She guarded her duties strictly.

Gradually, Ji Zhaoxi stopped insisting on helping. After all, the time Lu Zhao spent maneuvering around her was time she could have used to finish the chores.

Lu Zhao put the dishes into the dishwasher. Ji Zhaoxi had bought the machine specifically after seeing Lu Zhao wash dishes every time, which significantly reduced her workload.

“Babe, I’m staying in the guest room, okay?” Lu Zhao picked up her backpack from the sofa and asked Ji Zhaoxi first.

Ji Zhaoxi looked up at her. Though Lu Zhao’s looks were of the stunningly glamorous type, one could catch glimpses of a “virtuous wife and mother” side from her series of efficient movements.

“Mm,” Ji Zhaoxi responded softly.

Lu Zhao gave her a standard, radiant smile, grabbed her bag, and went into the guest room. She had thought she would need to tidy up, but she found the room spotless—perfectly ready for move-in.

Opening the wardrobe, she saw it was filled with the latest high-end luxury fashion, complete from inner to outer wear.

Lu Zhao paused, carefully closed the wardrobe door, and went to the doorway to ask Ji Zhaoxi.

“President Ji, am I sure I’m sleeping in this guest room? The wardrobe is full of clothes.”

Ji Zhaoxi paused her strawberry-eating, looked up at Lu Zhao, and after a second of silence, said somewhat stiffly, “They’re yours.”

“Huh?” Lu Zhao was confused. What did she mean by “hers”? She certainly couldn’t afford those clothes.

Ji Zhaoxi lowered her eyes to hide her frustration and said, sounding a bit dejected, “A gift for you. Congratulations on getting famous.”

“Ah, oh~” Lu Zhao realized, then asked with a bit of a cheeky grin, “If I’m famous and wear such high-brand clothes, do you think netizens will think I’m being ‘kept’?”

Ji Zhaoxi felt a hitch in her chest. “Kept by whom?”

“By you!” Lu Zhao said as if it were obvious, then added with a smile, “Maybe netizens will even guess that you’ve accepted me, and that this is a mutual love!”

“Then I’ll have proved one thing: the ‘simp’ who persists until the end really does get everything!”

Ji Zhaoxi put another strawberry in her mouth, her cheeks puffing out slightly, making her look quite soft and cute.

“As long as you don’t mind it yourself,” Ji Zhaoxi said in a low voice.

A bright smile bloomed on Lu Zhao’s face. “Why would I mind? That way, everyone will think I’m your person. Who would dare mess with me then?”

Given Ji Zhaoxi’s status, truly few would dare offend her.

Ji Zhaoxi didn’t speak again, her gaze falling back to the fruit plate in her lap.

“But, President Ji, thank you anyway,” Lu Zhao said one last time before heading back to her room. She naturally understood Ji Zhaoxi’s intention. Now that she was famous, many things were different from before. If she dressed too poorly, people would inevitably pick her apart.

Originally, Lu Zhao didn’t care about such things, but she hadn’t expected Ji Zhaoxi to consider this and even solve the problem for her.

As she ate the fruit Lu Zhao had washed, Ji Zhaoxi’s eyes curved slightly.

In truth, this wasn’t the first time Lu Zhao had stayed overnight, but previous stays felt like staying in a hotel. This time, however, the feeling was different.

This time, it felt like someone had stubbornly pursued their way into her home.

“You’re still eating?”

When Lu Zhao came out after showering, she was stunned to see Ji Zhaoxi still holding the fruit plate. Since when did this person have such a large appetite?

Ji Zhaoxi looked up. Lu Zhao was wearing cotton pajamas—a very simple and plain style—but on her, it had a certain alluring quality.

Her damp long hair was wrapped in a towel on top of her head, revealing her slender, fair neck. She looked like a lotus flower emerging from the water—pure, yet with a hint of enchantment.

Ji Zhaoxi silently set the fruit plate down. Her gaze no longer lingered on Lu Zhao. Her throat moved slightly, and she said in a somewhat dry voice, “I’m going to wash up too.”

“Oh,” Lu Zhao nodded blankly.

She felt that today’s Ji Zhaoxi was a little bit… strange.

Unable to figure it out, Lu Zhao eventually stopped thinking about it. She lay on the sofa and took out her phone to handle some messages.

Sister Li had sent her a message saying she had booked an online interview for her. Tomorrow, she just needed to connect with the media via video link.

Seeing this arrangement, Lu Zhao had no objections. At a time like this, she indeed needed to appear and consolidate her traffic so that the tide of fame wouldn’t just wash away.

While Lu Zhao was coordinating questions with Sister Li, Ji Zhaoxi came out after her shower. She was wearing black silk pajamas and sat down beside Lu Zhao. After the shower, the orange fragrance on her was even more pronounced, making one feel pleasant just smelling it.

When Ji Zhaoxi sat down, she accidentally caught a glimpse of Lu Zhao’s phone screen. Her brows knitted slightly as she read the question aloud, word by word.

“May I ask what stage you and President Ji have reached?”

Ever since Ji Zhaoxi sat down, Lu Zhao had been staring blankly at her. After showering, her cold aura had diminished a lot, making her look much more approachable.

Perhaps because the pressure wasn’t as strong, Lu Zhao’s tongue slipped instinctively.

“Cohabitation?”

Ji Zhaoxi: “…”

“Since we’re cohabitating, do you need a massage service?”

Ji Zhaoxi: “…”

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