Chapter Fifty: Flirting Again and Again

Receiving Bai Chenxi's glance, Lin Yue quietly sipped his porridge, saying nothing more.

Throughout the meal, Bai Chenxi kept holding her bowl, stealing glances at Chu Muyun. He drank his porridge unhurriedly, as if the earlier incident had nothing to do with him. Bai Chenxi admired him deeply—no wonder he was known as the “cold-faced god.” Such composure! She really was too young in comparison.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed. Bai Chenxi glanced at the screen: it wasn’t her youth that was the problem—it was someone’s hidden passion.

Chu Muyun: Stop staring. If you keep it up, you might fall in love with me.

Bai Chenxi: Right back at you.

Ha, she wouldn’t lose her ground, even if she lost the person.

Chu Muyun looked at Bai Chenxi’s reply, picturing her fierce, spirited expression as she typed. Though his face betrayed nothing, his eyes shone with an unusual brightness.

He couldn’t recall when it began, but Bai Chenxi’s every move seemed to tug at his emotions.

Lin Yue observed their covert exchange: Did they think others were blind?

With this thought, Lin Yue called out, “Bai Chenxi.”

“What is it?”

“Serve me some porridge.”

He passed over his bowl, his tone justified and confident.

“Did you lose your hands? Or have your limbs degenerated?”

Bai Chenxi retorted, but she’d already taken the bowl to fill it, thinking, It’s no big deal!

But clearly, others didn’t see it that way. Once Bai Chenxi took the bowl, Lin Yue subtly raised his eyebrow at Chu Muyun.

Chu Muyun glanced back, making no visible reaction, though his fingers whitened from the force of his grip.

After handing the bowl to Lin Yue, Bai Chenxi turned to Chu Muyun, “Do you want more?”

“No, thank you.”

His voice was as cold as ever, but she heard a hint of displeasure in it. What had upset him now? Whoever dated him would be exhausted, forever guessing what had made him angry.

Bai Chenxi shook her head, trying to shake off these thoughts. Better to stay single!

“I’ll check if the rice dumplings are ready,” she announced, heading to the kitchen.

If she stayed any longer, who knew what bizarre scenarios her mind would conjure?

The living room returned to silence with only two left. Though neither spoke, both kept sizing each other up.

Watching Chu Muyun’s eternally impassive face, Lin Yue worried deeply for Bai Chenxi’s future. If Chu Muyun truly loved her, all would be well. If not, with Bai Chenxi’s naïveté, she might be sold and still count money for her seller! Chu Muyun had no scandals, but appearances could deceive—Lin Yue resolved to watch out for her.

Chu Muyun maintained his icy aloofness, yet his thoughts were consumed by Bai Chenxi and Lin Yue’s relationship. Their behavior didn’t suggest lovers, but their bond was clearly close. Even if Bai Chenxi lacked romantic intentions, who could guarantee Lin Yue didn’t harbor them? His earlier subtle clashes made that clear.

At this, Chu Muyun suddenly wanted to ask Bai Chenxi what she thought.

Would she choose Lin Yue?

But reason suppressed his impulse. Without a word, Chu Muyun rose and walked to the kitchen.

When Bai Chenxi saw him enter, she looked at him warily. “What are you doing in here?”

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“You’re really so afraid of me coming into the kitchen?”

Though his words suggested annoyance, Chu Muyun’s face showed no displeasure, only a casual ease.

Bai Chenxi gave him a knowing look. “Come on, things we understand without saying don’t need to be spelled out!”

Chu Muyun leaned close to her ear and whispered, “If you won’t let me in the kitchen, I’ll just have to eat your cooking every day.”

His sudden proximity made Bai Chenxi uncomfortable, and his words instantly flushed her cheeks crimson.

“Th—the dumplings are ready. I’ll… take them out.”

Without daring to meet his eyes, she quickly turned to lift the pot lid.

“Ah!”

Hearing her cry, Chu Muyun immediately grabbed Bai Chenxi’s hand and led her to the sink to rinse it.

He lowered his head, holding her hand under running water, carefully asking, “How is it?”

He looked so handsome like this! Bai Chenxi pressed her hand to her chest, her heart pounding wildly.

“Does it still hurt?”

She didn’t reply, so Chu Muyun asked again.

“Huh? No, I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Chu Muyun eyed her distracted expression, uneasy. “Do you have burn ointment at home?”

“No… it’s fine. Really, I’m okay.”

She withdrew her hand, waving it insistently.

Chu Muyun frowned at the redness still on her skin. “Do you want me to look for it myself?”

“I’ll get it.”

He led Bai Chenxi out.

Lin Yue noticed their joined hands: What’s going on? Did I miss something from just a trip to the kitchen?

Chu Muyun seated Bai Chenxi on a stool. “Where is it? I’ll fetch it.”

She pointed ahead. “In the drawer of the TV cabinet.”

Lin Yue finally saw Bai Chenxi’s burned hand. “Wow, what happened to your hand?”

“I accidentally burned it.”

Lin Yue poked her forehead. “You’re hopelessly clumsy.”

“Ahem!” Chu Muyun had appeared behind them, unnoticed.

Seeing Chu Muyun’s unfriendly expression, Lin Yue sheepishly withdrew his hand.

Chu Muyun pulled up a chair beside Bai Chenxi. As he reached out, she dodged.

Glancing awkwardly at the camera, Bai Chenxi said, “I’d better do it myself.”

Ignoring her protests, Chu Muyun took her hand and applied the ointment.

“Just stay put. If I let you do it, who knows what mishap you’ll have next!”

His words were sharp, but his touch was gentle. Bai Chenxi felt her heart flutter with every stroke.

[Ahhhhhhhhhh]

[I want a god like him to apply ointment for me too!]

[He’s so charming! Who says my brother is straight?]

[He’s absolutely irresistible!]

[‘Don’t blame the god for being cold—he just warms someone else.’]

[That hurts.]

[Isn’t Lin Yue even more heartbroken?]

At that moment, Lin Yue felt he could power a whole city.

Who am I? Where am I? Why am I sitting here eating dog food?

Dog food? Oh right, rice dumplings.

“I’ll check if the dumplings are ready.” Before he finished, Lin Yue had already run to the kitchen.

Yes—the kitchen was a wonderful place. Not a trace of the sour scent of romance, not at all.

Lin Yue lingered, not in any rush to return. He wasn’t Caesar; why should he watch those two being lovey-dovey?

[Did Lin Yue escape to the kitchen to nurse his wounds?]

[Oh no! Is my Lingxi CP over? Don’t let it end!]

[Poor Lin Yue.]

[A celebration for two, loneliness for one.]

If Lin Yue saw the barrage of comments at that moment, he’d rush out to glare at Bai Chenxi and Chu Muyun.

Why was he heartbroken? Why did he need pity?