“Cheng Liu, is it raining where you are?” Wang Hongyang’s voice came from the other end of the phone, positive and focused.

Cheng Liu finished writing the last sentence, closed the notebook, and asked, “What wrong?” 

Wang Hongyang was woken up by the thunder, thought about his gold plaque, and immediately called Cheng Liu with an idea. “This is a great opportunity between you and that next door neighbor! Go and knock on his door. Just say that the electricity short-circuited and your lights went out!”

“I just repaired the distribution box today. It’s absolutely impossible for it to burn out,” Cheng Liu said firmly.

Wang Hongyang hated iron and for not turning into steel. “You just pretend that there is a short circuit. Just stay there for one night. A man and a woman alone in the same living space—their relationship will naturally heat up.”

Cheng Liu always needed to verify things before she acted, so she asked Wang Hongyang, “Have you ever done this? It really worked?”

Wang Hongyang was taken aback for a moment, and then said. “Well, I’ve seen it on TV, and it always worked there.” 

After all, Cheng Liu looked quite beautiful as a human, and even he himself had briefly been tempted, but it was a pity that she was not into doing what most humans did.

Of course, Wang Hongyang also admitted that he was not a good person at heart.

Cheng Liu trotted to the balcony and took a look. “He seems to be sleeping. I’d better not disturb him.” 

At this time, another huge thunder resounded in the sky. It was as if the entire S City shook, and the lights on the first floor next door suddenly turned on. It seemed that Ji Chaozhou was woken up.

Cheng Liu saw a slender figure passing through the curtains, and she could even guess that he was walking towards the living room.

“Do you want to be with him or not?” Wang Hongyang asked angrily. If they don’t end up together, how would he make money? “Just run over and tell him that you are afraid of the dark and want to stay over for one night, even on the sofa.”

Who would refuse a wet and pitiful woman? Anyway, Wang Hongyang felt that if it was him, he wouldn’t be able to do it.

When Cheng Liu heard this, she immediately turned off all the lights. She hung up the call, transferred money to Wang Hongyang, packed her things, and quickly walked downstairs.

Holding an umbrella against the pouring rain, she ran next door and rang the doorbell.

… … translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

Ji Chaozhou always slept lightly, and the thunderstorm outside was simply too loud. All the sleepiness left him, and he could only turn on the light and get up.

There were several silver-white boxes in the living room. They contained some essential oils and tools that he asked Ranshan to transport to his house in the afternoon.

He stood in front of the table, opened the box, reached out and swept through all the pomelo essential oils. He took out freesia, sweet orange, and some other scents.

Ji Chaozhou lowered his eyes and mixed the essential oils into a container using a dropper. He could tell the amount he needed just by smelling it.

This was a sweet fragrance; no matter how it evaporated, it won’t have any bitterness.

Ji Chaozhou took out the fragrance fixative and was about to use it when the doorbell suddenly rang outside.

At this time… could it be Ji Mushan?

Ji Chaozhou put down the fixative in his hand and walked to the monitoring screen, only to find Cheng Liu standing outside.

She was wearing a set of home clothes, hugging a big, black bag in her arms, and the umbrella in her hand was almost deformed by the wind, but she was still full of energy, and her black eyes were extremely bright.

Cheng Liu looked up at the gate surveillance camera and waved her hand. “My house’s circuit is burned out. Can I stay at your house for one night? I’m afraid of the dark.” 

Afraid of the dark?

She looked like she could go up a mountain and fight ghosts!

Ji Chaozhou turned off the monitoring screen with an expressionless face, turned around, and walked back to the table.

A few minutes later, he reopened the monitoring screen. Cheng Liu was still standing there, not having moved at all. The umbrella had now been turned over so much that all the ribs were exposed. The tree behind her was shaking, but she didn’t seem to notice. She still looked expectantly at the camera.

Ji Chaozhou pressed the button without saying a word, and the villa door opened automatically. He walked back to the table and continued to add the fixative.

This person had helped him after the fire, so he would repay her tonight.

Cheng Liu was now questioning about whether Wang Hongyang’s plan was reliable, when the door suddenly opened.

She passed the front courtyard, stood at the door, put her umbrella aside, and went in.

In the living room, Ji Chaozhou’s long eyelashes were lowered, and his long and slender fingers were holding a dropper, adding something to a glass.

Cheng Liu came in and sniffed at the scent in the air. She remembered that he was a perfumer and asked curiously, “Are you mixing perfume?”.

Ji Chaozhou added an aging agent to the container and did not reply to Cheng Liu’s words.

It’s only that Cheng Liu came in with steam rising all over her body and approached Ji Chaozhou, and her aura was so pervasive that he simply couldn’t ignore it.

Ji Chaozhou added a solvent to the container and said, “There is a vacant room on the left side of the first floor,” not sparing a glance at Cheng Liu.

He hadn’t gone to inspect the second floor, and no one had cleaned it.

“Oh, okay.” Cheng Liu touched the mobile phone in his pocket. She had forgotten to ask Wang Hongyang what she should do after successfully gaining admittance into the house to promote the development of their emotions.

As for the next move, Cheng Liu could only rely on expressing herself.

Cheng Liu went to the vacant room on the left and put her backpack in, which contained a collection of her love stories.

Young President Cheng temporarily opened it and flipped through it. After reviewing it thoroughly, she walked out again with new found confidence.

Ji Chaozhou was still mixing perfume, and the containers seemed to have turned into works of art in his hands. He measured every drop accurately and occasionally lowered his head to smell the fragrance.

Cheng Liu stood nearby, her heart pounding hard.

She stood behind Ji Chaozhou and moved her gaze down from the side of his face to his slender and clean hands. The gauze had been removed, but the wounds on the fingertips were still there.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, as if the sky had split open; the wind was blowing so hard, the tree trunks swayed, and thunder roared from time to time.

This kind of casually prepared perfume didn’t take long to make. Ji Chaozhou soon finished it. He poured it into the perfume bottle and placed it in the small refrigerator next to him. Before he could remove his hand, a bright, white light suddenly lit up the outside.

It was nearing dawn, and the two people indoors instinctively looked out the floor-to-ceiling windows.

A loud gong of thunder suddenly sounded, as if struck right by their ears.

At the same time, the window on the second floor finally failed to hold up against the blowing wind—the aluminum-framed glass window fell to the ground, making a clear and sharp ‘snap’ sound.

Ji Chaozhou’s hand shook violently, and a box of essential oils next to the table was knocked to the ground; most of it broke into pieces.

Cheng Liu looked in his direction, only to see Ji Chaozhou staring closely at the window outside, his face pale and unsightly, and his fingers that had just been smeared with medicine were straining together again.

“Stop looking.” Cheng Liu walked over quickly, stood behind Ji Chaozhou, and—with her open palms— covered his eyes, holding on to him tight.

The burst of blood darkening his eyesight was suddenly blocked—Ji Chaozhou’s eyelashes fluttered against the warm palms that held his eyes closed.

He lost almost all awareness of the outside world. He could only smell the complex and mixed aromas around him. The inescapable bitterness of the green pomelo gradually became sharper and clearer in his senses, just like the person standing behind him.

If It’s Wrong, Then It’s Wrong translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

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Chapter 29.1 — Your Hands Are Really White
Chapter 29.2 — Your Hands Are Really While