It fell from his fingertips

Dinner was quite plentiful, consisting of four dishes and a soup: stir-fried beef with broccoli, braised beef brisket with potatoes, crucian carp soup, pan-fried silver cod, and sweet and sour pork tenderloin.

"This is the first time I've ever eaten your cooking."

During his holiday, Zhou Jinbai put a piece of beef brisket in his mouth, chewed it carefully, and after finishing it, the smile on his lips deepened. He sincerely commented, "Thank you very much, Milk Candy."

Tang Luoqing, sitting opposite Zhou Jinbai, was eating her food somewhat shyly when she heard this and was taken aback: "Didn't I cook this? Why are you thanking Naitang?"

Zhou Jinbai did not answer her question immediately, but stared at her for a while until Tang Luoqing could not bear the gaze and lowered her head first. The man's lips parted slightly: "Thanks to Naitang, you bought the cat tree. With the cat tree, I can eat this meal."

Tang Luoqing: "..."

It sounds perfectly logical, but... why does it still sound a bit strange?

The meal was quickly finished, and Tang Luoqing habitually began to pack her things, but Zhou Jinbai grabbed her wrist.

"If you don't cook, you don't have to wash the dishes. I'll do it."

Zhou Jinbai looked at Tang Luoqing seriously and said.

Tang Luoqing looked at Zhou Jinbai in surprise: "You...wash the dishes? Can you?"

It wasn't that she looked down on Zhou Jinbai; on the contrary, she admired him greatly in many ways—his exceptional painting skills and his ability to lead the Zhou Group to one glorious achievement after another. But when it came to washing dishes…

Seeing Zhou Jinbai think for a moment, he shook his head: "I don't know, I'll learn."

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Jinbai picked up his phone, searched online, watched some videos, and began to tidy up the table little by little.

He moved very slowly, as if the tableware on the table were some kind of precious antique. He touched things very gently, showing that he dared not make any rash moves.

Tang Luoqing's hands were itching to help, but Zhou Jinbai stopped her.

"If you really want to help... how about... you write down the apron for me?"

Tang Luoqing still felt it was inappropriate. After a long pause, she prepared to persuade him again, even calling out Zhou Jinbai's name: "Zhou Jinbai, you are a guest. How can I let you wash the dishes when you come to eat? Besides... we actually have a dishwasher at home. I can set it up very quickly. I can just rinse off the residue and throw it into the dishwasher. You don't need to wash it yourself."

But Zhou Jinbai insisted on washing it himself.

She even said, "Although I'm happy that you called my name, I... want to try."

Tang Luoqing: "..."

She didn't understand what was so great about washing dishes. During the year she was with Zhou Yanchen, he almost never went into the kitchen, let alone washed dishes on his own initiative.

However, Zhou Jinbai was too insistent, so Tang Luoqing had no choice but to pick up the apron, stand on tiptoe, put the top of the apron around Zhou Jinbai's neck, and then go behind him to tie the apron straps.

They were so close that the man's fresh scent lingered around her nose. Tang Luoqing's forehead could almost touch his back. She quickly fastened her belt and took a step back.

Zhou Jinbai truly deserves his reputation as someone who has achieved top success in both painting and business. Even something as mundane as washing dishes, aside from his initial awkwardness, is all pleasing to the eye.

His fingers were long and slender, pale white, and his wrists were also very beautiful. He took off his watch and placed it aside, and his two hands handled the bowls and chopsticks very nimbly.

Soon, the bowls, chopsticks, and plates were all washed clean, much to Tang Luoqing's surprise.

"Thank you, don't forget your watch."

Tang Luoqing pointed to a watch near the pool that looked quite valuable.

Zhou Jinbai glanced at the watch, then frowned: "What a pity."

Tang Luoqing asked in bewilderment, "What's a pity?"

Zhou Jinbai picked up his phone, slowly putting on his watch while intently looking at Tang Luoqing, and said slowly, "It's a pity you found out too early, otherwise... I would have had another reason to see you."

Tang Luoqing: "..."

Is this still the Zhou Jinbai she knows?

Why do I feel...?

Tang Luoqing was a little overwhelmed by Zhou Jinbai's antics and gave an awkward smile: "It's late, how about..."

The meaning of "driving away customers" is quite clear.

Zhou Jinbai didn't say anything more and left Tang Luoqing's house.

She breathed a sigh of relief, went into the kitchen, poured herself a glass of water, and drank it all in one gulp.

On the other side, Zhou Jinbai waited until Tang Luoqing closed the door, but instead of going home immediately, he dialed Assistant Shen's number.

The call connected, and Assistant Shen reported, "President Zhou, Young Master Zhou is with Su Leqi again."

Zhou Jinbai's eyes were deep and dark.

An hour later, at Yunhu International, in the boxing gym.

Zhou Yanchen looked at the familiar scene before him, feeling an unbearable headache.

He had already been drinking, and even though Zhou Jinbai was the person he feared most, the alcohol still numbed some of his fear, making him much braver than usual.

"Brother? What are you doing? Why are you hitting me again?"

Zhou Yanchen frowned in dissatisfaction.

He instinctively felt that he was really annoyed lately, as if everything was against him. Tang Luoqing, who used to be the most soft-hearted, had also lost her gentleness and was like a thorny rose, never giving him a kind look.

"Didn't I say last time that either we should break up and set each other free, so you can be single again and no one will restrain you, or you should put away all your capriciousness and behave yourself? Then tell me..."

Zhou Jinbai's tone was icy cold, his aura dropping to freezing point: "How did you do this?"

Zhou Yanchen was speechless for a moment.

"But I..."

"No buts."

Zhou Jinbai casually picked up another pair of boxing gloves from the chair, tossed them to Zhou Yanchen, and said coldly, "Put these on and fight me."

Zhou Yanchen sobered up considerably at this moment.

Seeing the familiar boxing gloves, his legs went weak with fear, and he immediately sat down on the ground, staring at Zhou Jinbai in terror. He begged loudly, "Brother, brother, let's talk this out! Please don't hit me anymore! You hit me so hard last time that it hurt for days. My injuries only recently healed. Can't we talk this out properly?"

Zhou Jinbai ignored Zhou Yanchen's words, put on his boxing gloves, and walked towards him step by step. He squatted down and looked down at Zhou Yanchen with disdain.

Zhou Yanchen swallowed hard, even more frightened: "Brother, I'll do whatever you tell me to do, please don't hit me, okay?"

He was worried that Zhou Jinbai wouldn't listen to his pleas for mercy and that he would inevitably get a beating tonight. Zhou Yanchen was so scared that he trembled all over.

But to everyone's surprise, the other person lazily lifted his eyelids, stood up, and his tall figure exuded an overwhelming aura: "You do whatever I tell you to do?"

Seeing that there was a chance, Zhou Yanchen nodded repeatedly without thinking, "Yes, yes."

"Okay, then you..."

Zhou Jinbai took off his boxing gloves, lowered his eyelashes, and his gaze was sharp and cold: "Break up with Tang Luoqing."