You Should’ve Said Earlier that you’re Such a Little Flirt! - Chapter 5

Xu Qingqiong stared at the reply, her brow furrowing: “…”

What does she mean, “What do I want?” Why is she asking it so strangely?

Could it be she wants me to say… I want to be on top?

Before she could decide how to respond, Lin Konglu added teasingly: “Besides, you’re not exactly a vegetarian. Didn’t you just have ‘meat’ last night?”

Vegetarian. Meat.

These two keywords cycled through her mind.

Xu Qingqiong froze for a moment. Memories of their tangled limbs from the previous night resurfaced, and she suddenly felt as if a speeding car had just roared over her face.

Was Lin Konglu making a dirty joke?!

The thought flashed through her mind but was instantly suppressed.

She felt that Lin Konglu was pure and elegant—how could she possibly make such a joke? To even think that felt like she was defiling her.

She tested the waters: “How do you know what I ate last night?”

She didn’t seem to realize how silly the question sounded.

Lin Konglu let out a vague, soft laugh, her tone turning gentle. “The leftover takeout containers were on the dining table. The housekeeper asked me about them when she was cleaning up this morning.”

Last night, she had ordered a combo of salted egg yolk chicken wings and rose honey chicken wings, and…

Xu Qingqiong gripped her phone, her expression shifting rapidly. She flushed red with embarrassment, secretly cursing herself. How could I think of Lin Konglu like that? How filthy of me!

Lin Konglu changed the subject, asking, “The housekeeper isn’t here tonight. What do you want to eat?”

Xu Qingqiong mumbled vaguely, “Anything is fine. Whatever you make.”

Though she said “whatever” as if she didn’t care, Lin Konglu knew her palate was actually quite picky.

She didn’t like vegetables, she didn’t like heavy flavors, and she loved sweets—a typical child’s palate.

Lin Konglu didn’t press further, simply replying with a “Mn.”

Xu Qingqiong felt too shy to order specific dishes.

The relationship between her and Lin Konglu was currently at a delicate junction. Day and night were completely different. At night, they could be naked together, breaths and body heat intertwining.

But once the clothes were on, a subtle atmosphere emerged, and she felt awkward again.

Their conversation ended flatly.

Holding her phone, Xu Qingqiong thought for a moment and opened a video live-streaming app, logging in with her ID. After a few seconds, she was redirected to the account’s backend.

Having not logged in for months, her private messages were nearly exploding. The page almost froze; everywhere she looked were dense clusters of red notification dots.

She scrolled through a few. Most were asking where she had been for the past few months, if something had happened, and why she wasn’t streaming.

This was a gaming stream account with about 1.5 million followers, something she had unexpectedly built up over the two years she spent studying abroad.

She had specialized in Exhibition Curation mainly for her grandmother; it was her grandmother’s expectation of her.

But the major itself wasn’t something she liked. Out of boredom, she had tinkered with things she actually enjoyed.

In truth, she didn’t even love gaming that much, but she loved the feeling of interacting with people.

Because her grandmother’s funeral had happened so suddenly, Xu Qingqiong hadn’t had the time to focus on anything else.

Only now, with everything settled, did she have the mental energy to check the account.

She posted a status update explaining the situation. After a moment’s hesitation, she exited the app without choosing to go live.

First, she didn’t have her streaming equipment.

Second… she looked down at her neck, where marks were visible above her collar. It wasn’t appropriate.

She was a gaming streamer, not an adult streamer.

Time always passes quickly when one isn’t working. It felt like she hadn’t done anything at all, yet evening had already arrived.

She was curled up on the sofa, drifting into a daze, when a sudden ringtone startled her.

The doorbell rang.

Groggy, she opened her eyes and stumbled over to open the door.

Lin Konglu was holding bags of groceries in both hands and couldn’t reach for her keys, so she stood at the door and rang the bell.

Xu Qingqiong had assumed Lin Konglu would bring takeout from a restaurant, but instead, she had brought fresh ingredients from the supermarket—they looked like they had just been bought.

Lin Konglu looked down at her silently for a long moment.

Xu Qingqiong snapped awake. Following Lin Konglu’s gaze, she realized she was barefoot on the floor, having forgotten her slippers.

She had many bad habits: walking barefoot, skipping breakfast, loving iced drinks, forgetting to eat while gaming, and frequent stomach aches.

But she was also relatively “good”—she didn’t smoke or drink, she didn’t go clubbing, and she didn’t attend the messy parties common in their social circles.

Seen in that light, those small flaws seemed harmless.

Lin Konglu changed her clothes and took the ingredients into the kitchen.

Xu Qingqiong stood nearby and asked insincerely, “Do you need help?”

Lin Konglu didn’t even look up, rejecting her directly. “No need. Just wait for dinner.”

Having lived together for a month, they understood each other’s habits to some extent.

For instance, Xu Qingqiong couldn’t cook at all; she only caused trouble in the kitchen.

The last time Lin Konglu let her help wash vegetables, Xu Qingqiong had accidentally plucked all the cilantro leaves off, leaving behind a pile of green stems.

It was strange. Many international students, beaten down by the terrible food environment abroad, evolve from kitchen novices into master chefs.

But Xu Qingqiong seemed to have zero talent for cooking. In her years abroad, she had learned to fix appliances and unclog drains… but she simply couldn’t learn to cook. Not even a bit.

It was truly a headache.

After her half-hearted offer, Xu Qingqiong naturally returned to the living room and curled up on the sofa to play games. After one round, she felt distracted, sensing she had forgotten something.

With another person in the room, she couldn’t ignore them. She subconsciously stole glances with her peripheral vision.

It was an open kitchen, offering a clear view of the scene inside.

Lin Konglu’s sleeves were rolled up. Wearing loungewear, her back was straight as she methodically flipped things in the pan. She seemed naturally composed and at ease.

The warm light hit her, and though it was such a cozy scene, it didn’t change her one bit.

She was so cold.

And… so beautiful.

Lin Konglu’s image at the company was always serious, even authoritative. Her hair was always tied back neatly without a single stray strand.

Now, that usually tidy hair fell in wavy cascades over her shoulders, creating a soft, glowing silhouette in the light.

Xu Qingqiong’s attention shifted entirely to her without her realizing it.

Distracted, her character was attacked and fell; the screen flashed “Game Over.”

She tossed her phone aside to hide her distraction, but then her heart skipped a beat. She remembered what she had forgotten—

The breakfast Lin Konglu made this morning was still in the kitchen. She hadn’t touched it!!

Dropping the phone, she threw on her slippers and rushed to the kitchen.

Lin Konglu looked at her in confusion. “What’s wrong?”

Xu Qingqiong looked over sheepishly; the breakfast had already been cleared into the trash can. “No… nothing.”

Lin Konglu gave an “Mn” and didn’t ask further, only saying, “Are you hungry? The food is almost ready.”

The guilt in Xu Qingqiong’s heart reached its peak.

She thought to herself: Lin Konglu is such a stable adult. If I had worked hard to make a meal and it was wasted, I would definitely hold a grudge.

But once she sat at the table and they began to eat, she realized Lin Konglu did hold a grudge.

The table was filled with nothing but green: sautéed broccoli, chilled Chinese kale, okra with tofu… not a single dish she liked.

Even the soup was a murky green seaweed soup.

Xu Qingqiong’s face turned green instantly.

“What’s wrong? You don’t like it?” Lin Konglu gave her an elegant smile.

“…” For a moment, she suspected Lin Konglu did this on purpose.

Purposefully making a table full of the vegetables she hated to teach her a lesson for skipping breakfast.

But the thought vanished as quickly as it came. With her shallow understanding of Lin Konglu, would a woman who was busy with a thousand things every day do something so petty?

No!

“No, I like it.” Xu Qingqiong gripped her chopsticks. Under Lin Konglu’s watchful gaze, she bravely picked up a piece of broccoli, chewed it quickly, and swallowed with a wrinkled nose.

She even added against her will: “I love it to death!”

“Oh, really?” Lin Konglu nodded, pushing the plate of green broccoli right in front of her, saying meaningfully: “Then you can have this whole plate.”

Xu Qingqiong: “…”

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