You Are Deep in The Stars

Although the problem of the underground warehouse was indeed very difficult, for Bai Xi, what worried him most was not Shi Tian, but… Liu Chunchun.

The exhibition had ended, and the emerging painter Mr. 215 had once again stood at the crossroads of his life. Of course, he could continue to stay in the art circle, and under the influence of Moses Gallery, he should have been able to be famous for a long time, but after all, it was not a long-term solution. As an outstanding graduate from a prestigious university, Liu Chunchun loved his major and wanted to live a 9-to-5 office life like other students.

“What should we do?” Bai Xi asked, “Until Shi Tian’s problem is solved, does Chunchun need to stay with Mr. Wang?”

Han Zhuo acquiesced.

Bai Xi had a headache because wouldn’t it take… many years?

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At the same time, Liu Chunchun was sitting in front of the computer, sifting through the interview receipts he had received one by one. Many of them had expired, and there were very few companies among the remaining ones that were willing to continue waiting.

He finally began to have a sense of crisis, even though there was a huge sum of five million in his bank card.

“What do you want to eat tonight?” Wang Yuanchen appeared at the door of the bedroom on time. Although his tone was as bad as ever and his attitude was not friendly, he even looked like he might pick up Liu Chunchun and beat him up at any time, but Liu Chunchun had to admit that he was still quite capable. Responsible, especially after the profiling incident.

“Can I cook some porridge myself?” Liu Chunchun asked bitterly.

Wang Yuanchen: “…”

Seeing him fall into silence, Liu Chunchun immediately felt numb. He thought sadly that he would have to eat steak, cod, truffle, and deep-sea lobster again tonight.

Wang Yuanchen walked forward, pinched his face with his sharp nails, and twisted it hard.

Liu Chunchun immediately burst into tears. He choked and said: “Blue lobster is very good, let’s continue eating it.”

“Let’s go.” Wang Yuanchen helped him stand up, “Go out to eat.”

“Where are we going to eat?” Liu Chunchun helped by him, leaned against the wall, “My back hurts.”

“No need to walk.” Wang Yuanchen wrapped his windbreaker around him, “And there are other things to talk about.”

“But…ah!” Liu Chunchun said in panic as his feet left the ground. Shouting, “You monster, put me down quickly!”

Mr. Wang ignored him and strode out of the house directly carrying him.

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The place to have dinner was the Bai family villa.

Liu Chunchun greeted them respectfully: “Hello, uncle and aunt.”

“Hey, Chunchun, what’s wrong?” Mrs. Bai was surprised. She hurriedly helped the person sit down, “Why are you still running around after spraining your waist? Do you want to ask a doctor to come and see?”

“No, no, thank you, auntie.” Liu Chunchun waved his hands quickly, “I just happened to be passing by, so I came to see Brother Bai.”

Bai Xi was also surprised by his sudden visit, and he asked Wang Yuanchen in a low voice, “Something happened again?”

“Not at all.” Mr. Wang tugged on his tie, “My employer doesn’t want to continue eating black truffles and steak, so I have to bring him to your house for porridge.”

Bai Xi turned around and looked at Han Zhuo and said from the bottom of his heart: “I really regret asking him this question.”

Only Aunt Li was happy because there were new guests for her to use her skills, even though these two guests were essentially here to remember the bittersweet of homemade foods. At the dinner table, Liu Chunchun almost burst into tears while drinking the fragrant preserved egg and lean meat porridge. This was the beautiful taste that food should have!

Mr. Wang expressed disdain for this. He stirred the white porridge in the bowl gracefully with a small spoon, as if he had a cup of freshly brewed breakfast coffee in front of him.

Then Aunt Li gave him a big spoonful of braised pork ribs, thick oily red sauce, all meat.

“Your body is too thin. You need to replenish your body in autumn and winter. It’s good for men. You should know about it.” she said lovingly.

Under the caring eyes of everyone, Wang Yuanchen finished a whole plate of food with difficulty and felt that he would never want to touch pork ribs again in his next life.

After finally waiting for dinner to end, the group just moved to the small living room on the second floor. The first thing Mr. Wang did was to rush to the bathroom, hold the toilet, and vomit all over the place.

There was silence outside.

It took a full fifteen minutes before he floated out weak and haggard—really floating, as his legs were weak and his eyes were red. He was so pitiful that even Liu Chunchun, who was struggling to move, wanted to stand up and help him.

“I’m so sorry.” Bai Xi handed over a cup of tea with both hands and raised the tissue in front of him. “But if you don’t want to eat next time, you can actually leave it on the plate. It’s totally fine.”