ATMAWTPM Chapter 13

Chapter 13: I Won’t Be Mad at You.

Chapter 13: I Won’t Be Mad at You.

On the way, the assistant, acting as the driver, asked, “Mr. Ye, why did you suddenly think of giving them out wedding candies?”

Does a contractual marriage also have this kind of ritualistic feeling? Or is it that the boss’s marriage partner is doing this intentionally, wanting to turn it into a real marriage?

Thinking of this, the assistant’s face showed a bit more vigilance and dislike towards Ye Tingtong.

Ye Tingtong was sitting in the back seat, unable to see the assistant’s expression. He replied earnestly, “I didn’t give them out to everyone, just the one who helped us register the marriage.”

“She thought I was in trouble and wanted to help me.”

He rarely received kindness from strangers, and he didn’t have anything to repay with. Knowing that they could accept wedding candies, it wasn’t a bad way to let her share in the “joy.”

The assistant didn’t expect to hear such an answer.

Back then, that person thought that Shen Jun would commit domestic violence. He was actually a little angry, but it was the other party’s job, and he shouldn’t have spoken up in that situation, so he kept his mouth shut.

He hadn’t expected that from Ye Tingtong’s perspective, he was grateful.

The car drove to the Shen Group building. Shen Jun got out of the car, and Ye Tingtong subconsciously wanted to follow. Just as he moved, he heard Shen Jun say, “Take him to Taizi Bay.”

The assistant responded with a “okay.”

The car door closed. Ye Tingtong watched Shen Jun walk into the building through the car window until his figure disappeared.

In the past, when he passed by the Shen Group, he would only sigh about how tall and magnificent the building was. Now, he only felt that the road at the entrance was a bit short and not very reasonable.

The assistant, seeing Ye Tingtong leaning against the car window, explained, “The end of the year is approaching, and the company has been working overtime recently. President Shen has an important meeting to attend today, which is why he rushed back to the company.”

Ye Tingtong retracted his gaze and said, “Oh.”

“Mr. Ye, do you have anything else?” the assistant asked, “If not, should I take you back to Taizi Bay first?”

Ye Tingtong nodded.

Today was Sunday, and he didn’t have any classes at school.

Taizi Bay was only a ten-minute drive from the Shen Group building. The assistant first took him to register his face at the community, greeted the security guards to get familiar…

After completing the procedures, the assistant opened the trunk, preparing to get the snack cabinet that President Shen had mentioned.

After looking around in the trunk and confirming that there was nothing else, the assistant hesitantly picked up an ordinary wooden box.

Ye Tingtong, seeing him holding the snack box, reached out to take it, “I can carry it myself.”

The assistant was just about to decline when he saw that Ye Tingtong had already taken it on his own, and helped himself to press the elevator and select the floor.

In front of outsiders, Ye Tingtong was not the kind of pretentious person. Shen Jun could help him carry things simply because he subconsciously followed Shen Jun’s wishes.

In the elevator, the assistant tried to take it several times, but Ye Tingtong showed no intention of letting go. His slender, petite body hugged the box tightly.

Ye Tingtong slightly lowered his head, and his chin could rest on the box.

With a ding, the elevator doors opened.

“President Shen’s room password is 447346,” the assistant opened the door, “Mr. Ye, you can input your own fingerprint. If you need anything, just call me.”

Ye Tingtong put the snack box on the ground, exchanged contact information with the assistant. Seeing that the other party wanted to leave, he couldn’t help but say, “Don’t call me Mr. Ye, and don’t use ‘you’ with me, it sounds awkward.”

No one had ever called him that before. Because of his low status, even the security guards could argue with him, let alone talk to him so respectfully.

He didn’t need it either.

Ye Tingtong reached out to the assistant, smiled, and said, “You can call me by my name, I’m Ye Tingtong.”

The assistant didn’t expect Ye Tingtong to emphasize this so seriously. He reached out and briefly shook the other’s hand, “I… I’m Liu Hao.”

Liu Hao, the golden assistant who had seen all kinds of people, was at a loss for words for a moment, but he quickly recovered, “Someone will deliver clothes to you later. I’ll call you before they arrive.”

Ye Tingtong was just about to decline, saying that he had clothes, but looking back, the only luggage on the ground was a snack cabinet, so he closed his mouth.

Most of his clothes had been ruined by Ye Guodong, he really didn’t have any clothes to wear.

Liu Hao arranged everything and then left.

Ye Tingtong stared blankly at the empty apartment for a while, wondering where to put his snack cabinet.

Although the room was spacious, the tones and furniture styles were consistent, it was obviously designed, revealing a low-key elegance and expensiveness. He had accidentally tripped on the rug in the room before, and the rug under his butt was softer than his cotton coat.

Ye Tingtong walked around the living room and his room, feeling that this broken box didn’t fit anywhere.

Hiding it in his room? But it was a snack cabinet after all, wouldn’t that make him seem like he was hoarding snacks? Putting it in the living room? It would be cheap and out of place.

After thinking it over, he sent a message to Shen Jun.

[Ye Tingtong: Can I put the snack cabinet next to the wine cabinet in your living room? There’s an empty space there.]

If it was placed there, as long as you didn’t look closely, you wouldn’t see the snack cabinet.

Ye Tingtong thought that Shen Jun would take a long time to reply, or wouldn’t reply at all like before, but his phone soon vibrated.

[Shen Jun: As you like.]

Only then did Ye Tingtong move the snack cabinet over.

[Ye Tingtong: Thank you!]

[Ye Tingtong: Little cat spinning in circles.jpg]

Just as Ye Tingtong thought that Shen Jun would comment on his carefully chosen cute emoji, his phone went completely silent.

The big boss ignored him.

At this time, Liu Hao called him, saying that the clothes were being delivered.

He was a little worried that Shen Jun would be as extravagant as when Shen Minghuai bought things. However, when the clothes arrived, he realized that Shen Jun had bought ordinary everyday clothes, all of which were casual styles suitable for students.

Ye Tingtong didn’t recognize the brands, but he could tell that the clothes felt very comfortable, light, and warm.

[Ye Tingtong: I received the clothes, thank you!]

[Ye Tingtong: Little cat sitting obediently.jpg]

On the other side, Shen Jun was in a meeting. The phone on the table vibrated from time to time. Shen Jun changed to putting it in his coat pocket.

The subordinate who was working overtime to prepare data reports saw his actions, stopped his presentation, and said considerately, “President Shen, is there something important? Should you handle it first?”

At this time, the phone in Shen Jun’s pocket buzzed twice again.

The presentation stopped. Shen Jun was being stared at by many pairs of eyes. He thought for a moment, took out his phone from his pocket, and looked at it.

This time, it was not an emoji, but a photo of Ye Tingtong wearing the new clothes.

The photo was taken in front of a mirror. In order to show the full view of the clothes, Ye Tingtong’s hands were raised high, and even his tiptoes were unconsciously lifted.

This was Ye Tingtong’s habit. When he received a gift from someone, he would promptly give feedback.

[Ye Tingtong: The clothes fit perfectly, you have a good eye!]

[Ye Tingtong: Little cat sending a heart.jpg]

This time, Ye Tingtong had just finished sending the emoji when he felt something was poking his back. He realized that the tag of the new clothes was stuck in the sweater he was wearing.

Ye Tingtong twisted his body and reached behind his neck to try to pull it out, but just as he touched the tag, he pulled it too hard and it slipped out of his hand.

While he was fighting with the tag, a call suddenly popped up on his phone.

Seeing the caller’s name, Ye Tingtong’s hand moved faster than his brain, and he quickly pressed the answer button.

The call was connected. Neither of them spoke first. However, Ye Tingtong’s slightly messy breathing was clearly exposed in the receiver.

Shen Jun asked, “What are you doing?”

Shen Jun’s question gave Ye Tingtong the illusion that his silly behavior had been caught. Even though he knew that the other person couldn’t see it, he still answered honestly, “The tag is stuck in my clothes, I’m trying to pull it out.”

His frustration and puzzlement were completely obvious in his tone.

After he finished speaking, he seemed to hear Shen Jun laugh very softly, but it was fleeting. When the other party spoke, his tone was as usual, “You can just take off your clothes.”

Ye Tingtong: “?”

That really made him look dumb.

Soon, the rustling sound of clothes rubbing against each other came from the receiver.

Ye Tingtong took off his clothes, his face turning red as he cut off the tag. After finishing, he remembered that he was still on the phone with someone, “Are you very busy? Did I disturb you with my messages?”

Shen Jun stood in the hallway outside the meeting room, listening to the sounds of free discussion inside. He paused for a moment, “No.”

Ye Tingtong breathed a sigh of relief, “That’s good. Are you coming back for dinner tonight?”

As soon as he said it, he realized that his words sounded like he would cook dinner and wait for him. So, he bit the bullet and added, “If you come back, I’ll order a few more dishes from the takeout.”

Shen Jun: “I’m not coming back.”

Ye Tingtong said “Oh.” Suddenly, the conversation fell silent.

They were not very familiar with each other, and it was a bit awkward to have such an intimate conversation. Moreover, as long as Ye Tingtong didn’t speak, it was easy for the conversation to become cold.

Ye Tingtong pinched the tag in his hand and suddenly asked a question, “Will I live here from now on?”

After marrying Shen Jun, his biggest concern was resolved, but Ye Tingtong felt like his life had lost direction.

“You can live here,” Shen Jun’s voice was steady and strong, “You can also rent a house near A University for school, or live in a dormitory. It’s your freedom.”

Hearing the other party’s words, Ye Tingtong’s mouth moved, but he didn’t know what to say.

He rarely had the chance to make his own choices, and each one wouldn’t harm him.

So he was still a student, his main task was to complete his studies, and after graduating, like everyone else, find a job and make money.

This feeling was strange and wonderful.

For him in the past, school was just a shortcut for him to approach Shen Minghuai. His entire life revolved around Shen Minghuai, going out to play with him, watching him flirt with girls, and occasionally giving him some attention to alleviate the pressure from the Ye family.

Now, after marrying Shen Jun, his inherent thinking had become that he needed to revolve around Shen Jun, trying to please him.

But Shen Jun clearly told him that he had his own life, and that it was his freedom to choose what he wanted.

Ye Tingtong suddenly felt his eyes sting a little. He rubbed them and whispered, “I understand.”

Shen Jun hummed in agreement, “You can call me if you need anything.”

Ye Tingtong obediently said, “Okay. Then when can I call you without disturbing you?”

Shen Jun seemed very busy.

Even Ye Guodong, who was so idle, if he disturbed the other party’s mood with a message, Ye Guodong could directly call him and scold him.

Ye Tingtong didn’t want to be annoying. He opened the notepad on his phone, “You tell me, I’ll write it down.”

Shen Jun’s dark eyes narrowed slightly, “As long as there’s something, you can call.”

Ye Tingtong’s fingers, which were about to record, froze in mid-air. He blinked, “Really?”

“Yes.”

“What about in the middle of the night?” Ye Tingtong asked jokingly, “Will you be mad?”

The low, pleasant voice traveled through the receiver, hitting his eardrums.

Shen Jun slowly said, “I won’t be mad at you.”