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Chapter 155: I Am An Evil Pen (XII)
“Jingrong, stop putting on that long face. I rarely come to your house as a guest.” Ge Junxuan sat comfortably on the sofa and looked at Wen Jingrong who was sitting opposite of him with a smile.
Wen Jingrong gave him a glance and didn’t reply. He doesn’t mind Ge Junxuan as a guest, but he minded Bai Lin who was by his side. This person has a close relationship with Chen Zixiong but also has an ambiguous relationship with Gen Junxuan. He obviously wasn’t someone pure.
Ge Junxuan looks astute, but he actually trusts others easily and always treats his friends sincerely. Wen Jingrong didn’t wish for him to be deceived by others. He must give him some reminders later.
“Come over and eat everyone.” Shang Ke’s voice sounded from the dining room.
Wen Jingrong’s expression became warmer. He motioned Ge Junxuan to follow him to the dining room to eat.
“Gee, I can tell how delicious it is just by looking at it.” Ge Junxuan praised.
Wen Jingrong gave him a “My people is of course the best, do you still need to mention it” show off look.
Ge Junxuan rolled his eyes. The way this fellow acts has become a little strange ever since he found himself his partner.
This lunch was distributed by a portioning system. There were a total of eight dishes, each person distributed a portion of it. There was also another large tray in the center for people to add their share of food if the serving was too less. It was more casual eating at home, there was no need to limit the amount you eat out of politeness.
Ge Junxuan was full of praise for Shang Ke’s cooking skills after trying them. Soon after, he noticed that the dishes on Shang Ke’s plate were a little different from others. He couldn’t help but ask, “Shang Ke, why do we not have a share for these two dishes?”
Wen Jingrong asked coldly, “Are the dishes on the table not enough for you?”
“It’s different.” Ge Junxuan replied righteously, “It doesn’t matter how much I eat if it was normal food. However, for this case where every dish is professionally made, I cannot afford to miss any type of dish.”
After saying so, he looked at Shang Ke again and said with a flattering smile, “Keke, is there any extra for me?”
Is ‘Keke’ for you to call? Wen Jingrong glared at Ge Junxuan with an unhappy expression.
Ge Junxuan completely ignored his threatening gaze. He looked at Shang Ke pitifully.
“Are you sure you want to try?” Shang Ke asked doubtfully.
Ge Junxuan nodded his head hard with a “I will die without regrets for delicious food” resolute expression.
“Alright then.” Shang Ke distributed two plates of dishes for him.
Ge Junxuan accepted them happily and tried eagerly. However, he only took two bites and he looked like he was poisoned. He covered his mouth in pain and rushed towards the restroom.
Bai Lin who was by the side was stunned by this, not understanding what had happened.
A few minutes later, Ge Junxuan came out of the restroom with a green face and asked bitterly, “Shang Ke, how did you manage to make such terrible food?”
Shang Ke passed him a drink with a smile to help him calm down.
Ge Junxuan drank it all in one shot and continued, “Most importantly, you can actually eat it?”
“I like it very much.” Shang Ke continued eating calmly and didn’t feel that there was anything wrong with the taste at all.
Ge Junxuan found it inconceivable and asked “Shang Ke, is your taste and your cooking skill the complete opposite? This kind of food that is comparable to poison has far exceeded the limit a human’s taste bud can take!”
“No one asked you to eat.” Wen Jingrong cold interrupted.
“That’s because I believe in Shang Ke’s cooking skills. However, who knew that he would torture his stomach so inhumanly!” Ge Junxuan stood for himself.
Wen Jingrong said with a sullen face, “The two dishes you tried are made by me.” Comparable to poison? Inhumane? Very good.
Ge Junxuan: “…”
Many seconds later, Ge Junxuan quietly looked at Shang Ke in awe. The power of love is too great, he was willing to take it even if it was poison.
“Quickly scram after eating.” Wen Jingrong humphed unhappily.
Ge Junxuan quickly gathered his thoughts and started tasting the food with focus and elegance. The two dark dishes were pushed back in front of Shang Ke by him without anyone noticing.
Bai Lin looked left and right. He realised that he seemed to be isolated from their conversation and was unable to join in. Wen Jingrong and Shang Ke formed their own world and Ge Junxuan was focusing on his food, he was out of place in this peaceful atmosphere.
After eating, Wen Jingrong called Ge Junxuan into his study room and left Shang Ke and Bai Lin in the living room.
“How long have you been dating President Wen?” Bai Lin suddenly asked.
There should be hundreds of years if he added up all the various worlds.
Shang Ke answered, “Not long.” It indeed wasn’t long compared to the coming few hundred or thousands of years.
“I thought so too.” Bai Lin said lightly, “President Wen probably didn’t know you yet when he dated me.”
Shang Ke: Haha, you guys definitely didn’t notice the evil pen following around when you guys “dated”.
“Is that so?” Shang Ke enjoyed his tea with a smile.
Bai Lin couldn’t help feeling irritated when he saw Shang Ke’s calm look. He continued, “Don’t you think that we look alike?”
Can you stop trying to sow discord with an evil pen? Shang Ke really didn’t want to lower his level.
Shang Ke took up a piece of yellow fruit from the fruit plate and said with a smile, “Sweet potato and yacon looks alike too, but one makes you fart when you eat too much while the other can improve a man’s reproductive functions.”
It was as if Bai Lin was struck with a silence spell as he couldn’t say a thing to Shang Ke’s rebuttal.
He stared at Shang Ke angrily without hiding his disgust and jealousy.
No one is able to hide their negative emotion in front of an evil pen. Shang Ke leaned onto the sofa leisurely and looked at Bai Lin as if looking at a kid throwing a tantrum.
The stronger the negative energy on a person, the more impulsive he is. It was especially so when an evil pen who feeds on it was sitting by his side.
Bai Lin’s expression changed non-stop. Why was it that he couldn’t get what he wanted even when he suffered humiliation, but this person can get everything just by depending on his face? (Shang Ke: Logically speaking, it’s because you are not an evil pen.)
Bai Lin wished to tear his face apart so much when he looked at his white lotus look. An uncontrollable desire to destroy grew in his heart. He inadvertently caught a glimpse of the cup of hot tea on the table and a thought came to his mind. He slowly took up the cup of tea for a sip and said, “Shang Ke, my tea is getting a little cold. Can you change it for me?”
“Okay.” Shang Ke agreed happily. He took the cup from Bai Lin, then went to the kitchen and made him a new cup of piping hot tea.
“Thank you.” When Bai Lin stood up and stretched his hand over to take the cup, his knee “accidentally” hit the coffee table. He lost his balance and his body fell forward. At the same time, the hot tea in his hand also poured straight towards Shang Ke’s face.
If a normal person was splashed straight by it, their skin will probably be burned by the hot liquid in minor cases. In serious cases, the hot liquid can blind a person’s eyes. After everything had happened, all he had to do was say that he was careless. Even if he was held responsible, he has already caused irreversible damage to the other. He might even be able to successfully ruin the person’s relationship and get him what he wants.
One has to say that Bai Ling is pretty unrelenting when he does something. He even considered the pros and cons carefully while relying on the relationship between Ge Junxuan and Wen Jingrong.
Unfortunately, his opponent is an evil pen who was more evil than him.
The moment the hot drink landed on his face, Shang Ke held his face and screamed out loud as he pretended to squat down in pain.
“Ah, sorry, are you okay!” Bai Lin went over to help him with a “worried” look. “Let’s see if the injury is serious?” If it isn’t, he can still add on. He was still holding the tea cup in his hand.
Shang Ke chanted softly as he slowly raised his head following Bai Lin’s movement.
A face that was burned beyond recognition suddenly appeared in Bai Lin’s sight, with blood oozing out of those red eyes. Bai Lin screamed out loud in shock and fell onto the floor.
Wen Jingrong and Ge Junxuan ran out of the study room one after another after hearing the screams. They saw the two people in the living room, one holding his face and squatting down while the other was pointing at the other with his face full of horror.
“What’s going on?” Wen Jingrong hurried to Shang Ke’s side as a trace of anxiousness flashed past his eyes.
“He, he…” Bai Lin suppressed the fear in his heart and said with a guilty look, “Shang Ke made me a cup of hot tea just now. When I went to take it from him, I didn’t stand properly and accidentally poured the tea onto his face.”
After saying so, he pulled Ge Junxuan’s sleeve and said with a crying voice, “Junxuan, I really didn’t mean it.”
“Alright alright, it’s all fine now.” Ge Junxuan hugged and comforted him, then immediately asked nervously, “How bad is Shang Ke’s injury? Do we need to take a look at the hospital?”
Bai Lin thought of his face again and said softly, “His injuries seem very serious…”
Ge Junxuan’s expression changed slightly. He quickly looked towards Wen Jingrong and Shang Ke.
Wen Jingrong didn’t feel anxious anymore after hearing Bai Lin’s words. Shang Ke wasn’t even hurt in the previous fire, what can a small cup of hot tea do? However, Bai Lin’s depiction of the situation is worth investigating. A cold glint flashed past Wen Jingrong’s eyes.
“Keke, how is it?” Wen Jingrong supported him and asked softly.
“It’s nothing, no need to worry.” Shang Ke let go of his hand and slowly revealed his face.
Bai Lin looked away unconsciously, but heard Ge Junxuan said in relief, “Fortunately, it’s not very serious.”
What? It’s not serious even though he is scalded so badly? Bai Lin quickly turned his head back to look. Other than a pink burn wound under Shang Ke’s right eye, there were no other wounds.
Bai Lin looked at him in wonder as if he saw something inconceivable.
“Does it hurt?” Wen Jingrong gently kissed on that pink wound.
“No.” Shang Ke’s eyes were foggy. The pink wound under his eyes didn’t ruin his beauty, but added some cham to him instead.
“Come here, I will help you put ice on it.” Wen Jingrong pulled Shang Ke’s hand and walked straight into the kitchen without giving Bai Lin a glance.
“You’re too careless Bai Lin. If anything happens to Shang Ke, Wen Jingrong will definitely kill you.” Ge Junxuan looked at Bai Lin in blame and a trace of suspicion flashed past his eyes. When they were in the study room earlier, Wen Jingrong had reminded him to guard against Bai Lin. However, he doesn’t wish to believe that this person would betray him.
“Sorry, it’s my fault.” Bai Lin lowered his head to hide the doubt and resentment on his face.
Ge Junxuan felt softhearted seeing his pitiful appearance and didn’t say anything again.
“What’s going on?” In the kitchen, Wen Jingrong asked softly while putting ice on Shang Ke’s face.
“Well, he didn’t stand properly and ended up pouring the hot tea on my face.” Shang Ke said seriously, “I suspect that he has poliomyelitis.”
Wen Jingrong: “…”
“Have you reminded Ge Junxuan that that person is unreliable?” Shang Ke asked.
“Yes, but he seems to have really fell for Bai Lin.” Wen Jingrong said with a sullen face, “Junxuan has also invested in the Pano island project. Leaving their feelings aside, they are still partners in work.”
Shang Ke furrowed his brows. A major accident will happen soon, Ge Junxuan is probably going to be implicated by Qingwei,
Just as Shang Ke has predicted, Wen Jingrong received Ge Junxuan’s call for help on a night half a month later, “Jingrong, I’m in trouble. Quickly come to Kistler mountain. I, I…”
The phone changed to the busy tone before he finished speaking.
Wen Jingrong’s face was gloomy. He sent people to find out more about the situation while he braved the heavy rain and drove straight to Kistler mountain.
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15 thoughts on “[HDS] Chapter 155: I Am An Evil Pen (XII)”
First~! ♪.*⁽⁽ ◝꒰´꒳`∗꒱◟ ₎₎₊·*
*In an AU*
Once upon a time there was a pen.
This pen’s life goal was to become the magnificent CEO of the famous black ink company.
This black ink company was in fact a mafia gang that specialized in writing BE dog blood dramas.
But the innocent pen didn’t know the truth and went to attend their job interview.
It was highly intelligent, talented, and dashing enough to pierce the Heavens. It was the perfect candidate.
But guess what, the interviewer was just shaking his head in disappointment, lamenting that it was missing something essential…
The pen was still in shock as it exited the company after the harsh and direct refusal.
Its cartridge was still echoing with one cruel sentence… “Because you aren’t a qualified evil pen.”
“dashing enough to pierce the heavens” I forgot where that’s from. Can you tell me where you got that reference? I want to remember
QAQ Don’t crush his dream!
So what if I’m not a qualified evil pen la~ I’m not a qualified singer but still sing, not a qualified writer but still write, not a qualified reader but still write~
Go on little pseudo-evil pen, go do your pen-y stuffs with pride la~
*reader but still read~
😭😭😭 *sets up camp and cries about exams*
Gosh. The camp!
Oh gosh. I’ve been camping for like 2 years now ugh. I’m crying lol.
uhull thanks for the update
Thanks for the hard work love the story ^_^
Okay, I take back what I said last chap. That green tea btch.