I'm Jealous Of Myself Everyday (QT)

A Guide to Poverty Alleviation for Bar Waiters (Part 16)

　　"Is that so?" Sheng Qingqing struggled to suppress the disappointment in her voice. She gripped her phone tightly, mustering her courage to ask the question on her mind: "Wei Ye, why are you so good to me? Is there anything you want to say to me?" Her heart pounded. Her colleagues at Tattoo Studio had always thought Wei Ye liked her.

　　"Qingqing, no matter where you are, we'll always be friends." Wei Ye's voice was still so gentle. "If you have any difficulties, you can contact me anytime." A

　　huge disappointment enveloped Sheng Qingqing. She said goodbye to Wei Ye, staring at her phone, feeling a mix of relief and loss.

　　The phone call ended, and the stir-fried vegetables in the pot were ready. As he served the vegetables, Shao Qiyan was still standing beside him. Suddenly, he said, "I was worried you'd agree to her offer."

　　"How could I? I already promised to be your assistant," Wei Ye replied with a smile, a dimple flashing across his cheek before disappearing. "But… were you really worried?" This question had been lingering in his mind for a long time. Wei Ye glanced at Shao Qiyan discreetly as he reached for the refrigerator. "Shao's Group doesn't lack high-end talent, so why did they choose me?"
　　That claim about liking to see him make money seemed utterly unreliable.

　　A waist bound by thin rope swayed before him, easily encircled with an arm.
　　The apron was tied into a delicate bow at the back, like a tempting gift ribbon. Shao Qiyan wanted to grab a rope and pull it away, but the maturity that came with age made him only take one step forward.

　　The refrigerator door, just slightly ajar, was gently pressed back shut by an arm, trapping Wei Ye between the refrigerator and the man.

　　"Actually, the first time I saw you wasn't at the tattoo shop." A calm voice spoke from behind. "It was a rainy day. I saw you selling umbrellas at the bus stop."

　　Driver Lao Li bought one for ten yuan. At the time, Shao Qiyan was sitting in the back seat of the car, seeing Wei Ye's beautiful smiling face through the rain.

　　Like a weed growing in the cracks of bricks, it struggled to grow even in harsh conditions.
　　"When I saw you again, I thought—" Shao Qiyan lowered his voice, as if afraid of disturbing him, "I should transplant you into a flowerpot."

　　Wei Ye recalled that it was probably a few months ago, when he had just transmigrated.

　　So, was this a confession? Old Shao is so poetic.
　　The usually thick-skinned Wei Ye was actually a little shy. This was the first time he had received a confession of love at first sight.

　　A breath brushed past his ear. Wei Ye's fingers, gripping the edge of the refrigerator, curled tightly. He was steaming, and the skin on the back of his neck was tinged with a peach color.

　　A tentative kiss landed on his ear, and Wei Ye abruptly knelt down in front of Shao Qiyan. The boy, both shy and flustered, scurried out of the kitchen. "The food's in the pot, help yourself!"

　　Alas, he was a man determined to be a playboy.

　　—Wei

　　Ye didn't know how to face Shao Qiyan, but at work he was the closest person to Shao Qiyan, so avoiding contact was impossible.
　　When it came time to deliver the documents, he dawdled. The secretary noticed something amiss and subtly inquired, "What happened? Did something unpleasant happen at President Shao's house yesterday?"

　　Wei Ye replied, "No." Even though he said no, his unease was written all over his face.

　　Goodness, President Shao really did make a move on a kid! The secretary's mind raced with countless lewd scenarios. She looked closely at Wei Ye, cough cough, it seemed nothing too outrageous had happened.