Chapter 17: Tossed
Wang Ming: “…”
This time, Wang Ming was the one who was stunned.
But he and Ao Chen were practically a couple; logically, the instances of him being stunned by Ao Chen were relatively few.
So Wang Ming was only shocked for a moment before reacting, directly getting into Ao Chen’s car and leaving, leaving the other two people still petrified on the scene.
Although Wang Ming had confidently gotten into his earthly fiancé’s luxury car and left in plain sight, once inside, facing the luxurious leather seats, he became fidgety, like a newly purchased quail.
Ao Chen: “…”
“Is the seat uncomfortable?” Ao Chen asked.
“The seat is very comfortable,” Wang Ming swore.
“But I worked all day, and my clothes are a little dirty. I’m afraid I’ll dirty your nice car,” Wang Ming said frankly.
Ao Chen: “…”
“It’s fine, things are made for people to use,” Ao Chen said lightly.
Although Wang Ming nodded in agreement, he still subconsciously fidgeted.
Ao Chen: “…”
“Don’t move, I’ll clean you up,” Ao Chen said.
Wang Ming: “…”
Wang Ming cautiously shrunk back, looking even more like a quail.
“No, thanks,” Wang Ming said.
Ao Chen: “…”
Seeing Wang Ming’s defensive posture, as if guarding against a thug, Ao Chen didn’t know what to say.
He simply chose not to say anything and gestured towards Wang Ming.
Wang Ming instantly felt a cool and refreshing sensation all over his body.
When the feeling subsided, Wang Ming looked down and found his clothes had become brand new, as if freshly bought.
Wang Ming: “…”
“What brand of cleaning product is this?” Wang Ming asked.
Ao Chen: “…”
“It’s a dragon’s skill, Dust Cleansing,” Ao Chen explained.
“Wow,” Wang Ming nodded.
He wanted to praise this skill, which was supreme for a shut-in, but lacking the vocabulary, he only managed an interjection.
“Can I learn this skill?” Wang Ming, unable to think of anything else, asked about something else he cared about.
“No,” Ao Chen directly shattered his dream.
Wang Ming: “…”
“Okay, I’ll just try my luck; if I can’t get it, I can’t,” Wang Ming seemed to be speaking to Ao Chen, but also reassuring himself.
Ao Chen: “…”
“By the way, why did you come to pick me up?” Wang Ming, after giving up on his entrepreneurial dreams, started asking about other things he wasn’t particularly interested in, but was curious about.
“I just happened to be passing by,” Ao Chen said.
“How did you know I was here?” Wang Ming asked in surprise. He hadn’t told Ao Chen where he was going to work, only mentioning he was going to the film set to work odd jobs.
“Our red thread hasn’t been severed yet, so I can sense your presence,” Ao Chen explained.
Wang Ming: “…”
Wang Ming closed his eyes, seeming to be entering a trance-like state, even rolling his eyes slightly.
Ao Chen: “…”
“Strange…” Wang Ming rolled his eyes for a while, then opened them with frustration, scratching his head and muttering, “I don’t feel anything.”
“You’re a normal person, of course you wouldn’t feel anything,” Ao Chen explained.
Wang Ming: “…”
Fine, I’m not going to stay in the paranormal world forever, it’s less likely than staying in the entertainment industry, Wang Ming thought, feeling enlightened.
He regained his optimistic and confident attitude.
This gentleman’s mentality is very stable, Ao Chen concluded, observing Wang Ming’s emotional rollercoaster that ended in calmness.
He’d be good at our line of work, but ordinary people probably won’t be very effective, Ao Chen thought.
At this moment, Wang Ming didn’t know that his earthly fiancé, Ao Chen, was evaluating him like an HR manager. He was lost in the comfort of the leather seat and fell asleep.
After some time, Wang Ming woke up with a jolt.
Who am I? Where am I? How did I fall asleep? Wang Ming mentally questioned himself.
He realized he was lying in his cramped bedroom, sprawled out ungracefully.
Wang Ming: “…”
I feel like someone must have seen me like this, Wang Ming thought despairingly.
He had already answered his philosophical questions and realized he must have fallen asleep in Ao Chen’s luxurious car.
Wang Ming: “…”
Needless to say, he must have brought me back, but how, I can only hope it wasn’t a princess carry, Wang Ming prayed silently.
Wang Ming cautiously walked out of his bedroom and saw Ao Chen sitting in the living room, seemingly preparing to eat but hadn’t started yet.
Wang Ming: “…”
Is he waiting for me to eat together? Wang Ming thought.
If so, I won’t have to do anything else in my life; I’ll just keep working, keep treating him to meals, and live a happy life, dying as a shut-in, Wang Ming felt a subtle sadness he hadn’t experienced before, imagining his foreseeable future.
Wang Ming: “…”
Wow, was I just feeling melancholic? Wang Ming thought.
If I could learn this skill, wouldn’t I be far from being called an illiterate? After all, melancholic feelings are more common among literati.
Thinking this, Wang Ming greeted Ao Chen.
“Did I fall asleep just now?” Wang Ming said, somewhat embarrassed.
“Yes,” Ao Chen truthfully replied.
“Then… how did I… get back?” Wang Ming, though feeling awkward, mustered the courage to ask.
“I brought you back,” Ao Chen vaguely answered.
Wang Ming: “…”
“You… carried me back?” Wang Ming asked, his voice like a deflated sofa.
Ao Chen: “…”
“I carried you back,” Ao Chen said.
Wang Ming: “…”
“How… did you carry me?” Wang Ming’s head buzzed; he felt he would become a local celebrity tomorrow.
Ao Chen: “…”
Ao Chen looked around and found a pillow on the sofa, probably left by a previous tenant.
He picked up the pillow and held it horizontally.
“Like this,” Ao Chen demonstrated.
Wang Ming: “…”
“Okay,” Wang Ming nodded, accepting his social death.
After finishing his demonstration, Ao Chen casually tossed the pillow several times before putting it back on the sofa.
Wang Ming: “…”
“That wasn’t part of your demonstration, was it?” Wang Ming asked cautiously.
“I didn’t do that,” Ao Chen said directly.
Wang Ming: “…”
Wang Ming looked relieved.
Ao Chen: “…”
“If I tossed you, I think… you would have woken up,” Ao Chen offered another perspective.