blueteamnovel 037 This is all a trap
037 This is all a trap
At four o'clock in the afternoon, Wang Zhe knocked on Song Zhiyi's door.
This time, it was still this seemingly quiet childhood sweetheart who opened the door.
Wang Zhe nodded to Song Zhiyi in greeting, then changed into slippers and went into the study.
Then I saw Jiang Di busy doing her homework.
The girl was wearing a simple T-shirt and shorts, holding a ballpoint pen in her hand. Her face showed a blank expression, as if she had just lifted her head from a sea of homework. But the moment she saw Wang Zhe, her eyes lit up.
"You're here!"
Wang Zhe: "How was today? Do you still need me to discipline you?"
Jiang Di shook her head repeatedly: "No, no! I've been very good today. I've already finished most of the test paper that Sister Song assigned me, and my accuracy rate is quite high!"
Song Zhiyi's voice came from behind: "Indeed, Jiang Di's performance today was exemplary."
Wang Zhe raised an eyebrow, giving Jiang Di a half-smile. The girl stuck out her tongue and looked down at her workbook: "I'll check the mistakes again!"
Since they don't need discipline, it's time to feed them.
Jiang Di ordered today's menu: cola chicken wings and braised pork. I don't know why, but both dishes were sweet and not spicy at all, which doesn't quite suit Chengdu's taste preferences.
But for Wang Zhe, these two dishes were not difficult at all, especially the cola chicken wings, which even a kitchen novice could make.
Before we knew it, the kitchen was filled with the sweet aroma of caramelized sugar.
An hour later.
"Dinner is ready."
At Wang Zhe's call, two meat dishes and one vegetable dish were served.
The braised pork belly, glistening with reddish-brown color, sits precariously on the plate; the cola chicken wings are coated in a thick sauce, sprinkled with white sesame seeds, and have an irresistible aroma; and there's also a side of tiger-skin peppers.
If there's no spice on the table, it always feels like something's missing.
Jiang Di practically jumped to sit down at the dining table.
"Wow—" She took a deep breath, her face full of delight, "This tastes amazing, it smells so good!"
The three of them took their seats.
This time, Wang Zhe didn't sit opposite Jiang Di, but rather naturally pulled out a chair and sat next to her. Song Zhiyi sat opposite them, resting her chin on her hand and smiling as she watched them.
"Eat."
Wang Zhe picked up his chopsticks, took out a piece of the fattest braised pork, but instead of putting it in his own bowl, he put it directly to Jiang Di's lips.
Jiang Di was stunned for a moment, then opened her mouth and bit down hard.
The rich, yet not greasy, meat juices burst in her mouth, and the girl squinted her eyes in bliss, her cheeks puffed out like a little hamster eating.
"Is it tasty?"
"Okay..." Jiang Di replied vaguely, his eyes full of satisfaction.
For the rest of the time, Wang Zhe ate by himself while occasionally feeding Jiang Di. Jiang Di accepted everything without hesitation, and even increasingly enjoyed this pampered treatment, practically clinging to Wang Zhe.
Song Zhiyi sat opposite them, slowly eating her broccoli. Her gaze swept over the two of them, and the smile on her lips deepened. Her peach blossom eyes held an unfathomable look.
Just then, Jiang Di's gaze fell on the plate of cola chicken wings.
She glanced at Wang Zhe, then stole a look at Song Zhiyi across from her. Song Zhiyi winked almost imperceptibly, as if giving a secret signal.
Jiang Di seemed to have made up her mind, and turned to say, "I want to eat chicken wings... Will you feed me?"
Wang Zhe smiled, didn't think much of it, picked up a chicken wing and brought it to her mouth: "Open your mouth."
However, Jiang Di did not open his mouth.
She stared at the chicken wing, her eyes darting away, as if hesitating about something. Her unspoken expression suggested she hadn't memorized the script or was experiencing stage fright.
Just when the situation became a little awkward, Song Zhiyi across from them spoke up at the right moment: "It's too much trouble to spit out bones from chicken wings. Just tear the meat off by hand and feed it to her."
Wang Zhe's hand, which was holding a chicken wing, froze in mid-air.
He paused for a moment, his gaze shifting back and forth between Song Zhiyi and Jiang Di.
Jiang Di looked at him with a mixture of anticipation and shyness, while Song Zhiyi maintained her calm smile.
In an instant, Wang Zhe suddenly realized what was happening.
This must be a setup.
No wonder Jiang Di was so well-behaved today, and no wonder Song Zhiyi was just smiling silently beside her. So these two girls spent the whole afternoon figuring out how to win him over?
But Wang Zhe wasn't angry; instead, he found it rather amusing.
Isn't it just a little trick of love and romance?
These two little girls actually tried to seduce him, an old hand, with such methods?
Wang Zhe chuckled inwardly, but his face remained impassive.
He slowly put down his chopsticks, took out a tissue, and wiped his hands.
Watching his movements, Jiang Di's heart raced faster and faster. The girl felt her face burning.
Wang Zhe reached out and picked up the warm chicken wing.
He tore the chicken apart with his fingers, removing the bones and leaving only strips of tender meat coated in sauce. The dark brown sauce clung to his fingertips, looking incredibly tempting.
"Come on, open your mouth."
Wang Zhe held a piece of chicken and brought it to Jiang Di's lips.
Jiang Di raised her head, looked into Wang Zhe's eyes, slightly parted her pink lips, and took the piece of chicken into her mouth.
Her tongue swept away the food, but she didn't immediately back away.
As she swallowed the chicken, she gently closed her lips and took Wang Zhe's index fingertip into her mouth.
Moist and warm.
My tongue accidentally brushed against my fingertips.
Jiang Di raised her eyelids, and her big eyes became somewhat dreamy at this moment, looking at Wang Zhe with deep affection, as if an invisible thread was being pulled out from the bottom of her eyes and wrapped around Wang Zhe's gaze.
For a moment, the air seemed to freeze.
Wang Zhe's breath hitched.
The sensation from his fingertips was so clear—the warmth and softness, the slight sucking sensation—like an electric current that instantly struck the top of his head along his arm.
He looked at the girl in front of him. Such a bold act, yet her face was as red as a ripe apple, and her eyes were filled with shyness.
This is incredibly lethal.
Wang Zhe had to admit that even with his exceptional composure, he was truly struck by the blow at that moment.
My heart skipped a beat.
But then, reason quickly returned.
As he watched Jiang Di's slightly awkward movements, a scene suddenly flashed through his mind.
That was in my previous life.
That was before he and Song Zhiyi got married, during the height of their passionate romance. It was at dinner that he peeled shrimp for her, and Song Zhiyi put his finger in her mouth, staring at him with a gaze that could melt your bones…
Case solved.
Wang Zhe sighed inwardly.
This move was definitely taught to me by Song Zhiyi!
But this only reinforced Wang Zhe's belief that Song Zhiyi truly had no romantic feelings for him.
Otherwise, why would they teach such deadly moves to others so they could use them to their advantage?
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.