Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Tao Yaoyao was enraged.
Desperately stuffing things into her mouth, she’d turned her grief and anger into an appetite, and she was even snatching food from Feng Zhuo. Whenever she saw that he was going to pick up something to eat, she put it in her bowl one step ahead of him.
From time to time, she would also imply to him that they could no longer play happily.
As Tao Yaoyao snatched a piece of food that he’d wanted once again, Feng Zhuo looked at her coldly. “Tao Yaoyao, you need to control your appetite.”
Tao Yaoyao, who had been shoveling food in her mouth, froze abruptly and cried, “Do you mean to say I’m fat? How am I fat?”
“If you continue to eat like that, it’s very likely you will be.” This man was very sharp-tongued.
Tao Yaoyao lowered her head and glanced at her chest and waist. She raised her eyes and glared at Feng Zhuo. “I am not fat, I am not fat. You, on the other hand, should eat less. You’re a model. If you get fat, they’ll fire you.”
After saying that, she snatched a piece of chicken from Feng Zhuo’s hand, put it in her mouth, and mumbled while chewing, “Although I have a beautiful face, my livelihood depends on my capabilities. Unlike a certain someone, who has a handsome face but his livelihood depends on his looks. Beware of becoming a 500-pound fat man.”
Raising his eyes, Feng Zhuo said nonchalantly, “Nonsense.”
At this moment, Tao Yaoyao’s phone rang. It was the alert tone from a text message.
She rolled her eyes and picked up the phone. She simply glanced at it, but she immediately became unhappy.
Feng Zhuo’s eyes suddenly narrowed. “Who is it?”
Tao Yaoyao put down her phone, and, while still scooping up rice, she said softly, “Feng Zhuo, I think I should tell you about the situation in my family. I have a grandma, a dad, a stepmother, a brother who my stepmother had with her ex-husband, a brother my stepmother had with my dad, the former an older brother and the latter a younger brother, and then the daughter of a distant relative… My dad isn’t an extremely rich man, but he’s a fairly rich man. We own the Tao Department store, and our assets are quite substantial. The text message just now was sent by the brother I don’t have blood relations with, a person I don’t speak to…”
Feng Zhuo raised his eyes and looked at her as he asked nonchalantly, “Why did you stop speaking to him?”
Tao Yaoyao pouted. “He…just…he has always bullied me ever since I was a little girl, and I hate him more than anyone.”
Feng Zhuo pursed his lips. His dark eyes appeared unfathomable.
“My grandma is the self-righteous type, and, although my dad is a filial son, he isn’t a good husband or a good dad. No, he’s good to my stepmother and her son. I won’t comment on my stepmother since she’s a stranger to me. My younger brother is a brat, but at 17, he isn’t that young anymore. There’s also Yao Keren, a distant relative of my stepmother, but she is no blood relation of mine…”
Tao Yaoyao gave Feng Zhuo the introduction to her family.
Not very interested, Feng Zhuo kept on eating in silence.
After Tao Yaoyao had been told by Feng Zhuo that she needed to control her appetite, she suddenly felt that the food was no longer delicious.
After she’d finished telling him about her family, she lowered her voice and asked nervously, “Am I really fat?”
Feng Zhuo had finished eating. He put down his chopsticks, pulled out a tissue, and wiped the corners of his mouth. His movements were elegant.
After putting the tissue aside and seeing that Tao Yaoyao was still waiting for his answer, he curled his lips into a smile. Imitating her way of speaking, he replied, “Why be so brutally honest?”
Pfttt…
Tao Yaoyao nearly spewed out her dinner. Could they continue being a contractual married couple happily?