“Do you want to go to dinner now?” Cheng Liu asked Ji Chaozhou standing before her. She deliberately moved her gaze to the side, not looking at him, for fear that she would not be able to bear it.

“Okay.”

Ji Chaozhou turned around and went to the bedroom to change his clothes then came out again. His eyes fell on Cheng Liu who was still standing there. 

In the end, he couldn’t hold back, “The strings.”

Cheng Liu came back to her senses and showed a confused face, “Strings? What strings?”

Ji Chaozhou raised his finger and pointed at his chest, saying, “The string is lopsided.” One end was almost retracted into the hole.

Cheng Liu’s mind had already shut down. She followed Ji Chaozhou’s beautiful and slender fingers and looked at his chest. 

After thinking hard, she praised with all seriousness, “Your clothes are also beautiful.”

Ji Chaozhou: “…”

He walked towards Cheng Liu expressionlessly, stretched out his hand to grab the string that was about to retract into the hole, and pulled on it. When he saw that it was the same length as the other side, the awkwardness in his heart finally disappeared.

The two were standing so close. Cheng Liu was startled by Ji Chaozhou’s actions and she stiffly raised her head and looked at his face—she couldn’t think for all the fireworks in her brain.

He helped her tidy up her clothes!!!

All kinds of intimate things have been done, and their future together was close at hand! The future was super bright!

Director Li had often showed off to her that his wife helped him fix his tie. From now on, Cheng Liu must show off to Director Li that she, too, has someone to fix her hoodie strings!

A faint watery bitterness lingered around the two of them, but Cheng Liu felt that the moist and slightly sweet smell became stronger as Ji Chaozhou approached just now.

Ji Chaozhou didn’t know what Cheng Liu was thinking. He retracted his hand, stepped back, and asked in a low voice, “Aren’t we going?”

“Going,” Cheng Liu responded immediately.

The two walked out of the villa. Cheng Liu opened the passenger door with the same conscientiousness as before and waited for Ji Chaozhou to enter.

Ji Chaozhou thought, it seemed that no matter who it was, she would open the door and let people sit in.

Cheng Liu closed the passenger door and went around the back of the car. She raised her hand and touched the string that Ji Chaozhou had pulled just now. She thought to herself: When I get back home today, I must carefully put away these clothes for safekeeping.

Then she got into the driver’s seat, turned around and drove towards Guyu Restaurant.

Ji Chaozhou leaned on his seat and looked at the dashboard. There was nothing on it except a temporary-parking phone-number plate¹. It was yellow.

Nothing out of the ordinary; it was probably a freebie given when the car was purchased.

Ji Chaozhou didn’t think Cheng Liu would buy anything specifically. Take the red watering pot as an example. As long as someone gave it to her, she would use it regardless of whether it was beautiful or ugly.

Now that he thought of it, Ji Chaozhou looked sideways at Cheng Liu and reminded her, “Take the red, plastic watering pot with you.”

“Watering pot?” Faced with a red light, Cheng Liu stepped on the brakes and turned her head, taking a while to react, “Oh, okay.”

The car fell into silence, but fortunately the light turned green soon.

At eight o’clock, the two of them arrived at Guyu Restaurant.

Ji Chaozhou opened the car door without waiting for Cheng Liu.

Young President Cheng’s task as a doorman abruptly ended, and she was a little disappointed.

… … translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

Cheng Liu had booked the same private room as before, where they sat among the swaying yellow candles in old-fashioned lamps, creating a full atmosphere.

But unlike last time when Young President Cheng wanted to blatantly stare at Ji Chaozhou, she didn’t dare to this time. After all, he was not her boyfriend.

She had to put all her unruly thoughts away.

Also unlike before, the places where the two of them sat had also changed. They were no longer sitting the farthest apart but sat facing each other.

After ordering from the menu and waiting for the food to be served, the private room was extremely quiet.

Cheng Liu looked up at Ji Chaozhou sitting across from her and forced her breathing to  slow down; she was so nervous.

Fortunately, there was a stringed instrument performance to watch.

Cheng Liu sat upright and turned around to face the performance.

But not long after, Cheng Liu’s eyelids started fighting. She squeezed in time a full week’s work for the past two days, and stayed up late into the night to study love methods, and the amount of sleep she was getting was reduced again and again.

Cheng Liu was still conscious and tried to stay awake. She even picked up the tea at hand and drank it all down.

But when sleepiness comes, one cannot stop it, not even when the beauty is by one’s side.

Cheng Liu first propped her face with one hand, pretending to be awake, then her eyes closed unconsciously, and finally lost all consciousness. Her hand fell, and she fell asleep completely.

Ji Chaozhou, sitting opposite her, didn’t have much interest in the performance. He just wanted to clear his mind. When he saw the movement, he looked towards Cheng Liu and saw her half-lying on the table and fast asleep.

Ji Chaozhou: “…”

Also hit was the young man playing the stringed instrument across from them. He stared at the sleeping Cheng Liu with wide eyes. The sound of strings froze for a moment, and he began to have huge doubts about his skills as a professional.

Fortunately, the food was ready, and the waiter opened the door from the  outside. As if he had been reborn, the young man quickly scrambled away with his instrument in his arms.

“This…” The waiter looked at the table where Cheng Liu had fallen asleep then turned to look at the other guest sitting across her.

Ji Chaozhou’s eyes fell on Cheng Liu’s profile for a moment, then he looked away and asked the waiter to leave.

The dishes that were prepared were not served after all. 

In this antique-style private room, one person was sleeping on the table, and the other was sitting quietly across from her, his long eyelashes fanning his cheeks, his thoughts wandering.

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

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Chapter 34.1 — Day 11 (Struck By An Idea)
Chapter 34.2 — Day 11 (Struck By An Idea)

1. Temporary-parking phone-number plate. When you need to park where your car could hinder someone, like a roadside, you place this plate with your phone number on the dashboard/windshield of your car so that you could be reached. I checked Taobao and it comes in an insane variety of options—from elegant to cutesy.
   
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