Most of the third floor of the villa was used for storage, a place where miscellaneous items were piled up on ordinary days.
Xu Yinsheng followed Zhao Yicheng to one of the storerooms.
The storeroom door was tightly closed, but there wasn’t any dust or cobwebs, so it was clear that it was cleaned regularly.
“Go open the door.”
Zhao Yicheng tossed her a key, then pointed at the tightly shut door. His small face was serious, coolly giving the order.
Xu Yinsheng’s gaze fell on that youthful yet cool little face—so cute, so adorable, she really wanted to pinch… cough cough cough, she walked forward, inserted the key Zhao Yicheng had given her into the keyhole, twisted it forcefully, then opened the handle and gently pushed.
With a creak, the door slowly opened, revealing the space inside.
A faint, decayed smell floated in the air, and long-lost sunlight spilled in.
It was a modest-sized room, with two rows of shelves, and the shelves were packed with all sorts of sealed cardboard boxes.
Zhao Yicheng walked in behind her, his gaze sweeping across the boxes as if searching for something.
Very quickly, he found his target, easily picked up the third box from the left, and headed back out.
Xu Yinsheng glanced at his height—it seemed about one meter one—but he was still quite a bit shorter than the door handle.
Tsk, no wonder he pulled her out of bed.
Turns out he couldn’t reach the handle.
“Follow me.”
“Mm, mm.”
She answered at once, quickly catching up.
The two went down from the third floor, descended the stairs, and returned to the first-floor hall.
Zhao Yicheng found a pair of scissors and cut open the sealed box down the middle.
Then he reached in and pulled out… a bow?
Yes, it was a bow.
Xu Yinsheng wasn’t seeing things—a finely crafted red bow.
Zhao Yicheng pressed it to his Adam’s apple, which was perfectly smooth, and pressed it down firmly so it wouldn’t fall off.
He cleared his throat lightly, as if tuning his voice.
“Hello.”
Unlike the young child’s voice after his transformation, the bow produced a voice that was even clearer and more pleasant, carrying a slightly magnetic, hoarse quality.
[VIPJ Chapter 190 Strike Parade [Pleading and Rolling]]
Zhao Yicheng frowned.
If he was like a seven or eight-year-old boy before, now his voice sounded like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old youth.
“Hello.”
“Hello.”
“Hello.”
He tested a few more times.
The originally childlike voice gradually became a mature, low man’s voice, bearing some resemblance to Zhao Yicheng’s previous tone.
Satisfied, Zhao Yicheng nodded.
He pulled out his phone, dialed a number, cleared his throat twice, then solemnly said, “Li Yuan, it’s me. Recently, the company…”
He walked as he talked, strolling casually, finally stopping in front of the window, looking out at the vibrant shrubs and flowers outside.
Xu Yinsheng took the chance to step up and peer in, trying to see what else was inside the box.
A green jacket, a baseball cap and a mask, a booklet with a courier’s number, a complaint hotline, the official logo of Guohuo Kuai Di Ye, and… a black stun gun?
Damn, she thought she knew what this was.
Youshi Youbuqi!
“Yes, I have a gathering abroad, to commemorate my deceased best friend. This month, all major company matters are in your hands. Do your best.”
On the other side, Zhao Yicheng hung up the call, turned around, and saw Xu Yinsheng dazedly staring at the box.
He frowned, pinned the bow to his chest, walked over, broke her trance, and dragged her downstairs.
“Come with me.”
“Hey! What are you doing?”
Xu Yinsheng was unexpectedly dragged away by Zhao Yicheng.
She wondered if “essence comes in a small package” was true, because after shrinking, Zhao Yicheng’s strength didn’t decrease with his height—it actually increased by quite a bit.
Xu Yinsheng was dragged all the way to the garage by Zhao Yicheng.
At the garage, Zhao Yicheng used a key to start the car, jumped up to open the car door, forced Xu Yinsheng into the driver’s seat, then sat himself in the passenger seat and buckled his seat belt.
Xu Yinsheng buckled her own seat belt.
She glanced at the boy in a suit beside her—no, to be precise, calling him a shota was more accurate.
His skin was fair, his features flawless, and he wore a simple black suit and trousers, making him look both cool and cute!
Enough to make the old-timers in the ‘artisan bar’ scream!
“So, what are we doing?”
Xu Yinsheng rubbed her still-aching waist and muttered discontentedly, “Also, can you be gentler next time? You’re as rough as a little calf.”
Zhao Yicheng didn’t reply. He just pointed at his own, equally shrunken, suit.
Xu Yinsheng followed his gesture.
At first glance, the suit looked exquisitely tailored and of top-notch material.
But on closer inspection, there were faint stains around the collar, and more importantly, the whole suit still carried a strange scent.
Xu Yinsheng’s face turned odd.
After each round of ‘bed exercise’, she would always change into fresh clothes, tossing the used ones into the washing machine, especially since their ‘bed battles’ were intense.
Xu Yinsheng became the Water Dragon King—splashing water everywhere, as if it was free.
Currently, Zhao Yicheng only had this one set of children’s clothes, meaning he was still wearing the same outfit from last night, without changing.
Xu Yinsheng immediately shifted away with distaste.
No wonder there was a strange, indescribable smell—ugh~~ (a face full of disgust)
“Got it, we’re buying clothes, right.”
She nodded, adjusted the rearview mirror.
“Today, I’ll show you my driving skills!!”
***
Clear blue skies, not a cloud in sight!
“We want medicine—our lives matter too!”
On the streets of Tianlin City, the protestors held up a massive banner with these words.
In the midst of the dense traffic jam, Xu Yinsheng stuck her head out of the car window, looking at the parade stretching on like a long snake with no end in sight, and couldn’t help but sigh to the heavens.
A protest.
What a profound word.
As someone who had received a quality education, even though Xu Yinsheng liked sneaking out to internet cafes, she hadn’t skipped every class.
She had read the textbook “Economic Life” several times.
A protest—a way for the working class to fight for their own welfare, ensuring the economy stays on a normal track and doesn’t develop in a distorted way.
She had driven Zhao Yicheng’s beloved car out of the garage at a hundred miles an hour, the black Bentley leaping out onto the road like a swordfish breaching the water, smooth and crisp!
Then… before even a hundred meters, she ran into a massive traffic jam and a strike parade.
She casually asked a passerby with a white cloth around his neck and found out the cause.
Not long ago, the city’s police department had taken down a smuggling group and seized a huge batch of smuggled medicine.
Because of this, a female officer was promoted to Director, and they even held a commendation ceremony.
But only a few days later, the police warehouse was broken into, and medicines worth billions disappeared overnight.
Later, clues were found among patients with cardiovascular disease, heart disease, and diabetes.
No one knew exactly what happened, but somehow, a group of these patients surrounded the police department.
One misstep in handling things, and it turned into today’s strike and parade.
The passerby told his version of the story with emotion, then warmly invited Xu Yinsheng to sign the white cloth around his neck, saying it was for survival, for medicine, for a better tomorrow for everyone.
Xu Yinsheng was moved by the passerby’s fighting spirit, clapped her hands enthusiastically, and then… promptly signed Zhao Yicheng’s name!!