DSF Chapter 142

Bian Shu held Sun Tianjiao’s hand and made a few more cuts, instructing, “This size is good.” Then, he tilted his head slightly, raising an eyebrow in surprise, “Why is your face so red?”

Sun Tianjiao’s eyelids trembled violently, his muscles tensing, and he awkwardly smiled, “It’s too hot, I might have worn too much.”

But as soon as he finished speaking, another wave of heat surged up, deepening the already rosy hue of his ears.

Bian Shu calmly released his hand, speaking as usual, “Hmm, it’s a bit hot with the fire on. I’ll go open the window.”

Bian Shu turned to open the window.

Sun Tianjiao felt the warmth behind him receding, and only then did his heart finally settle.

He closed his eyes tightly, gritting his teeth fiercely, making a painfully embarrassed expression, then quickly returned to normal.

Help!

This unintentional flirtation was a bit hard to handle!

Are all big bosses like this these days, so approachable?

Bian Shu seeing that Sun Tianjiao had deeply lowered his head, focusing on cutting the tomatoes, couldn’t help but smirk.

However, that smirk was fleeting, lingering longer only in his eyes.

After Sun Tianjiao finished cutting the tomatoes, Bian Shu took them and threw them into the frying pan to make soup.

Handing the plate back to Sun Tianjiao, he instructed, “Wash this.”

Sun Tianjiao paused for two seconds, then swiftly snatched the plate from Bian Shu’s hand and dipped it into the sink to wash.

Actually, Bian Shu’s house had a dishwasher, but Sun Tianjiao wasn’t used to using it.

He rinsed off the tomato juice from the plate, stealing a glance at Bian Shu out of the corner of his eye.

Bian Shu was cooking seriously, as serious as he was when dealing with contracts. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his eyelids half-closed, his naturally long eyelashes drooping, his thin lips tightly pursed, as if cooking was the only thing on his mind.

Sun Tianjiao lamented inwardly.

This is bad.

How did he develop one of the four major delusions of life, narcissism?

Bian Shu was clearly cooking seriously, but he actually felt that the moment when he grabbed his hand earlier was quite romantic.

Maybe he should meet less with Bian Shu in the future. If this continued, he feared he might bend himself.

Sun Tianjiao thought silently, wiping the plate clean with kitchen paper towels and placing it aside.

It seemed like there was nothing else to do, but he didn’t know whether he should leave or stay.

Just as he hesitated, Bian Shu spoke very timely, “Help me wipe my forehead.”

He nodded toward the tissue next to the refrigerator.

Sun Tianjiao blinked, a thousand words stuck in his throat. In the end, he replied in a particularly sycophantic manner, “Sure thing!”

He grabbed a tissue, folded it twice, pinched it between his fingers, and smiled at Bian Shu, tentatively extending his fingers. However, after a couple of tries, he still couldn’t reach Bian Shu’s forehead.

Bian Shu had been moving while making the soup, and if he wanted to wipe his sweat accurately, he had to be close and focused on Bian Shu’s face.

Normally, this wouldn’t be a problem at all, and he would be done in a few seconds.

But it was different now. He felt like a mischievous student writing a math paper during a language class, caught by the teacher.

Even if he knew the answer, he felt extremely guilty.

Bian Shu threw him a look that seemed to say, “What’s wrong?”

Sun Tianjiao had no choice but to force himself to stretch out his arm and wipe Bian Shu’s sweat.

To ease the awkward atmosphere, he kept on blowing rainbows, “Oh, you’ve been working so hard today. It’s really unnecessary. I’m a bit overwhelmed by your kindness. When I first met you, your sister said you cook well, and I doubted it. But now, I can see that you’re excellent in every way. I’m not just saying this, but you’re the most versatile boss I’ve ever seen, excelling in both career and life.”

Bian Shu sighed lightly, “When I first came home, there were many people in the company who spoke like you.”

Sun Tianjiao’s heart sank.

Uh oh.

The president didn’t like hearing flattery.

He was a president who valued honesty, uses history as a guide, and accepts advice widely.

Bian Shu smiled helplessly, “But none of them said it as nicely as you did.”

Sun Tianjiao was thinking of ways to remedy the situation when Bian Shu suddenly continued, “Hmm.”

Sun Tianjiao’s eyes trembled, feeling uneasy as he withdrew his hand.

This “hmm” was a bit ambiguous, and he wasn’t sure what Bian Shu meant by it.

But in general, Bian Shu didn’t seem to dislike his flattering words too much.

Soon, Bian Shu finished cooking four dishes.

He took out the other three dishes from the warming cabinet and invited Sun Tianjiao to eat.

Bian Ning ran out quickly, surprised, “Hey, aren’t you guys going to eat in the small garden?”

Their house had two restaurants, one on the rooftop small garden and one indoors.

Actually, the small garden was more stylish, but it was windy on the rooftop, and the dishes would cool down quickly.

Bian Shu explained, “It’s too windy.”

Bian Ning lamented with disappointment, “Ah, you have no sense of romance.”

Sun Tianjiao’s heart trembled, thinking, not only was he bad at math, but his language skills were also lacking.

Is this how you use “romance”?

“Sit, don’t be polite. Today is mainly to thank you,” Bian Shu naturally hooked Sun Tianjiao’s shoulder, pushing him into his seat.

Bian Ning looked at Sun Tianjiao with round eyes, nibbling on her tongue, her face carrying an inexplicable smile.

Sun Tianjiao felt the vanity and anxiety of being treated as an honored guest by the boss, both emotions intertwined. The tongue that he was most proud of seemed to malfunction temporarily, and he couldn’t say a word.

Bian Ning raised her eyebrows, playfully glancing between Bian Shu and Sun Tianjiao, “Hmm, Sun Tianjiao? Thank you for helping me review math.”

Bian Shu whispered, “No need to be formal, call him Xiao Sun.”

Bian Ning glared at Bian Shu, gritting her teeth. She thought to herself, this is clearly my scumbag master, I’ve been calling him master for almost a year!

Sun Tianjiao quickly declined, “No no no, calling me by my name is fine, I’m used to it.”

Seeing that Bian Shu hadn’t transferred the ten thousand yuan yet, Bian Ning decided to reluctantly listen to Bian Shu’s words, “Xiao Sun, I heard you’ve been playing games with my brother?”

Sun Tianjiao felt a bit guilty, “Ah, I’m not very good at it.”

Bian Ning smiled meaningfully, sweetly saying, “Don’t be so modest, I think you must be good at games.”

Sun Tianjiao was puzzled, “Why?”

Bian Ning was about to speak when she suddenly felt a cold gaze shooting towards her. She quickly swallowed the words she was about to spill.

“Just guessing, since you’re already the manager of the gaming club, you must be good at games. My brother has never played games before, so he needs someone to guide him.”

She deliberately emphasized the word “never,” trying to hint at something to Sun Tianjiao.

Bian Shu lowered his eyes and tapped the table with his chopsticks, “Let’s eat.”

Bian Ning stuck out her tongue, reaching for the steamed sea urchin. Just as she grabbed it and hadn’t put it back in her bowl yet, Bian Shu coughed lightly.

There were only three steamed sea urchins, after all, and there were other dishes, plus this thing would taste fishy if it got cold.

But Bian Ning loved to eat it, and usually, Bian Shu would give it to her.

Bian Ning’s movement paused, and Sun Tianjiao immediately raised his gaze to look at Bian Shu.

Bian Ning understood, pouting reluctantly, and had to put the sea urchin back, “Xiao Sun, you go ahead and eat first.”

Sun Tianjiao’s heart pounded nervously.

“You go ahead and eat, don’t mind me, I’m not fond of sea urchin.”

Actually, he didn’t dislike it, but obviously the little girl liked it. As a well-raised young man from an ordinary family, he had to give the sea urchin to the child.

Bian Ning puffed up her cheeks, muttering softly, “Forget it, Xiao Sun, you should eat first. If you don’t use your chopsticks, I don’t think I’ll get to eat any.”

Sun Tianjiao could only cast a pleading look at Bian Shu.

Receiving the look, Bian Shu asked gently, “You really don’t like it?”

Five years ago, Sun Tianjiao had sworn countless times during their late-night chats that if he got an excellent grade on his thesis, he would treat himself to a seafood buffet.

Eating all sorts of seafood until he was sick of it.

Bian Shu asked if he really liked seafood, and Sun Tianjiao said yes, because he couldn’t afford to eat it often, it was too expensive.

He didn’t know if Sun Tianjiao’s thesis eventually received an excellent grade, or if after achieving success in his career, he had eaten seafood until he was sick of it, and his taste had changed.

The misunderstanding caused by five years of information dislocation prevented him from ever trying to contact Sun Tianjiao. They were like all the other netizens in the world, easily severing their fragile connection.

Sun Tianjiao felt uncomfortable under Bian Shu’s dark gaze and turned his eyes away, pretending to be casual, “It’s okay, mainly because I’ve been negotiating business for the club these past few years. It’s mostly seafood dinners, and they always order white wine, saying it reduces uric acid and balances coldness, so I have a bit of…”

Bian Shu’s gaze grew heavy as he looked at Sun Tianjiao’s delicate features hidden behind stray strands of hair. After a moment, he murmured softly, “Am I the easiest partner for you to work with?”

Sun Tianjiao lifted his gaze, smiling softly, “Definitely.”

He said this with genuine sincerity and gratitude.

Thanks to Bian Shu, he was able to smoothly sign two contracts worth millions and even received praise from the club’s bosses, making other gaming department managers green with envy.

Bian Shu nodded, calmly saying, “That’s good.”

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