Chapter Seventeen: Caught in a Trap

Luo Yixia took a deep breath. No, she couldn’t hold back any longer...

In a swift motion, she stood up.

Song Chengyi raised an eyebrow. “Oh? What’s wrong? Giving up already?”

With just one sentence, the rebellious courage Luo Yixia had painstakingly gathered dissolved at once.

She immediately nodded and bowed, saying, “I’m hungry. It’s hard to think clearly when you’re hungry, and people who are hungry aren’t very good with their hands either.”

“Is that so? I didn’t know that,” Song Chengyi replied.

“There’s a lot you don’t know. Let’s go eat, it’s already six o’clock—dinnertime.”

This time, Song Chengyi didn’t make things difficult for her. He stood up and asked, “What do you want to eat?”

“Hmm? Meat? Shrimp? Chicken legs?” Luo Yixia pondered.

“It’s better to have something light for dinner, not too greasy,” the man in front of her countered.

Luo Yixia pouted unhappily.

“Come on, there’s nothing left at home. Let’s go to the nearby supermarket and get something.” With that, he went to change his shoes, ready to go out.

Luo Yixia happily bounced after him.

At the supermarket, it was Luo Yixia’s first time shopping for groceries. Faced with the dazzling array of food, she was at a loss, not knowing what to choose.

“What do you want to eat?” Song Chengyi tilted his head, looking at the petite girl who stood much shorter beside him.

“I want… meat?” Luo Yixia asked somewhat guiltily.

In response, Song Chengyi simply smiled at her with a gentle expression.

She didn’t know why, but normally, catching a smile from Song Chengyi would have made her happy for days—after all, who wouldn’t be moved by a beauty’s smile?

But lately, Song Chengyi smiled at her often, and instead, Luo Yixia felt something was off. The smile seemed gentle on the surface, but in reality… it was deadly.

Sure enough, Song Chengyi shook his head with a smile, then said in a calm, unyielding tone, “No, you can’t.”

Luo Yixia deflated—this was the Song Chengyi she knew.

So, she obediently stood by, watching as Song Chengyi made his selections.

He picked a head of broccoli and chose two cucumbers.

Behind him, Luo Yixia muttered, thinking how annoying it was for him to pick such green things...

At last, unable to withstand Luo Yixia’s nakedly pleading gaze, he added a small pack of pork ribs.

Only then did Luo Yixia’s mood begin to improve.

At the checkout, Luo Yixia stood next to Song Chengyi, eyes wandering all over, pretending not to notice what was happening.

Song Chengyi found it amusing—he hadn’t asked her to pay, so why did she look so guilty and nervous?

When they returned home, Luo Yixia couldn’t wait to dash into the kitchen. She picked up the apron and ran over to Song Chengyi, ingratiatingly.

Song Chengyi raised an eyebrow. “What are you doing?”

“I brought you an apron. See? I’m so thoughtful,” Luo Yixia lifted her little face, her bright smile momentarily making Song Chengyi lose his composure.

But Song Chengyi wouldn’t be himself if he weren’t a little sly.

He curved his lips into a slight smile and said nonchalantly, “I don’t know how to cook.”

Luo Yixia blinked at him, then looked at the apron in her hands.

Unable to hold back, her tone turned sharp: “If you can’t cook, why did you bother buying groceries?”

She regretted it as soon as the words left her mouth—how could she curse in front of her idol? She was ruining her own image.

Song Chengyi raised an eyebrow. “I thought you knew how.”

Luo Yixia wrinkled her little face, on the verge of tears. “When did you ever hear that I could cook?”

“Well… yesterday when I was leaving, your mom pulled me aside and said all the housework from now on is yours. She said you can cook, and warned me not to spoil you,” Song Chengyi replied with a perfectly straight face, as if it were all true.