Chapter 4: The Male Model Also Includes Breakfast Service

Jiang Mian had just sent the message and tossed her phone aside, not wanting it to affect her mood.

"What's wrong?"

From her side, Fu Sichen's husky, magnetic voice rang out.

Jiang Mian glanced over to see the man in a black robe, leisurely drying his short hair, with the collar slightly open revealing faint red scratch marks.

She paused for a second, her mind filled with images of Fu Sichen's enticing figure beneath the robe.

Fu Sichen sat down in front of her and seriously asked, "Does it still hurt?"

Nonsense!

You try it and see if it hurts.

It's easy for you to say when you're not the one in pain.

"Then I'll be gentler next time."

"..."

Just as Jiang Mian was about to curse the dog of a man, the doorbell rang.

Fu Sichen stood up, "I'll go check."

Who could it be at this hour...

Sister Ting!

She grabbed Fu Sichen, "Wait! Don't go!"

Fu Sichen's eyes lifted slightly; he looked down at her as she half-knelt on the bed: "Hmm?"

Jiang Mian's brain worked furiously, she stood up and pushed Fu Sichen into the bathroom: "Don't come out, absolutely not, I'll explain later."

"Snap!"

Jiang Mian quickly shut the bathroom door, straightened out her pajamas, making sure there were no marks, and then went to open the front door.

"What's the matter, that doorbell has been ringing for half an age without being answered."

Luo Ting walked in, scanning the room.

Jiang Mian poured some water for her agent: "Didn't you see the trend on the hot search? I was at the police station until 1 a.m. yesterday. I needed a beauty sleep to recover."

Luo Ting looked disapprovingly at her artist: "Madam, with the hot search being such a mess, only you could still sleep soundly, what a carefree heart you have."

"Why should I be angry about nothing? In the end, it's me who would be hurt."

You may not be angry, but I'm about to die of anger.

Luo Ting was about to say something when a noise of something falling on the floor came from the master bedroom.

?!!!

Jiang Mian's nerves suddenly snapped, what trick was Fu Sichen up to now!

Luo Ting gave Jiang Mian a look and headed straight for the master bedroom.

"Hey! Sister Ting!"

Jiang Mian immediately blocked Luo Ting's path: "It might be the wind, you don't need to go in."

Luo Ting: "Do I look like a fool to you? Madam, some things we should be aware of."

She said and then sidestepped Jiang Mian to push the slightly ajar door open.

The image of a man picking up a belt while wearing a robe entered both of their sights.

"You... Jiang Mian!"

Luo Ting turned her head to look at the guilty Jiang Mian and nearly fainted from anger.

Five minutes later, the three of them sat in the living room, eyeing each other in silence.

Luo Ting stared at the pair in front of her, speechless for quite some time: "Turns out you really did bring a male model home, Jiang Mian, you... you're really going to be the death of me!"

"I'll go make breakfast, you two chat."

Luo Ting looked incredulously at Jiang Mian; since when did male models offer breakfast services.

"I suppose I've really fallen for you."

Fu Sichen had already changed into a white undershirt and shorts, the contrast with his wheat-colored skin creating an immense allure.

Jiang Mian, unhurriedly, pushed the water glass toward Luo Ting: "Sister Ting, have some herbal tea, it'll cool you down."

"Cool me down? Jiang Mian, you're driving me insane day by day."

She hadn't even gotten over this morning's incident, and now there was another.

It was only a matter of time before she'd be frightened into a heart attack.

"It's a long story..."

Jiang Mian paused for two seconds and sniffed: "I'm kind of hungry, shall we eat first?"

Just as Luo Ting was about to blow her top, her phone rang: "What?!! The hot search has been taken down?! They've cleaned up everything!"

Jiang Mian's brow twitched.

Trouble.

The elders had intervened...

Sure enough, as soon as Luo Ting hung up the phone on her end, Jiang Mian's phone rang.

She answered it, keeping the phone a little away from her ear.

The voice of an agitated woman came from the earpiece: "Jiang Mian! What have you done, to have such a scandal hit the hot search! Do you know that cheating in a military marriage is illegal?!!"

Hot search? Military marriage?

Luo Ting narrowed her eyes, looking at her own artist.

This ancestor was definitely hiding a whole lot more.