Green Tea Enters The Story Of Abuse [Book] Chapter 12
byChapter 12: Using This to Test a Cadre?
Humans are complex creatures. Xing Zhan wouldn’t assume An Yu was a complete victim in the An Family just because of his pitiful crying, but he had indeed softened toward An Yu last night.
That softness became a joke when he learned An Yu had also stolen someone’s cat.
He couldn’t help but imagine how arrogant and overbearing An Yu must have been when he returned to the An Family yesterday, using Xing Zhan’s name to intimidate them.
Therefore, when An Yu brought the cat over, lifted its paw, and said sweetly to the cat, “Say ‘Gege’,” Xing Zhan replied, “Return the cat.”
Xing Zhan was always taciturn, cold, and serious, but the feeling conveyed by stable indifference and indifference mixed with a firm command was completely different.
An Yu sensed danger and hugged the cat closer: “Why?”
In the previous life, the Original Host initially kept the cat secretly in a rented apartment outside. It was only later, when he saw Old Master Xing playing with a neighbor’s cat, that he mentioned having one himself.
His treatment in the Xing Family wasn’t great, but the cat lived well. Both Xing Zhan and Old Master Xing were kind to the cat.
Unfortunately, the Original Host died later, and the original novel never explained what happened to the cat.
Xing Zhan said, “Do you know why I chose An Shi when selecting a marriage partner back then?”
An Yu actually knew, and immediately understood Xing Zhan’s annoyance.
But since he wasn’t supposed to know, he shook his head.
Xing Zhan recounted how Madam Xing had seen An Shi rescue the cat: “Return the cat. Last night you said you regretted stealing the marriage, so don’t commit more mistakes out of hatred. Or, were you lying to me?”
An Yu held the kitten up for Xing Zhan to see: “Ge, look at it. Does it look like it was well cared for?”
Although the kitten had been cleaned and groomed at the pet hospital, it wasn’t pretty because it was so thin. At most, it was slightly cute because it was small.
Xing Zhan had seen pets owned by his friends.
Those pets, whether cats or dogs, all had sleek, shiny fur and robust bodies. The kitten before him was timid and frail, yet An Shi had picked it up at least half a month ago.
An Yu said gloomily, “After it was brought back, I was the one secretly taking care of it. If I hadn’t married you, I might not have been able to take it away either. Ge, I won’t send it back. If you don’t want to see it, can I keep it outside?”
Secretly taking care of it? Xing Zhan said, “No, unless…”
An Yu: “Unless what?”
Xing Zhan said, “Cats shed fur, which will interfere with my life. If you keep it, the cost will be deducted from your living allowance—one million yuan per month.”
An Yu: …One million yuan?! He didn’t need to say it like it was one hundred yuan.
He was quite poor right now. The Original Host’s bank card only had about one hundred thousand yuan, money saved over many years, while An Shi’s monthly allowance before he came of age was fifty thousand yuan.
An Yu’s largest single income was the one million yuan he extorted from An Pinghai yesterday.
Xing Zhan hadn’t given him this month’s living allowance yet.
An Yu hadn’t rushed him, knowing there would likely be an observation period first. Thankfully, food, clothing, and housing didn’t cost him anything, or he really would have to find a job.
An Yu didn’t consider it for long. Afraid Xing Zhan would change his mind, and not daring to haggle, he nodded painfully.
Xing Zhan was silent for a moment, then asked him, “Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider?”
One million wasn’t a huge amount, but it totaled twelve million a year.
This sum was significant for any second-generation heir who wasn’t inheriting the family business.
One million wasn’t a large sum for a capitalist like Xing Zhan. An Yu, afraid he would regret it, quickly shook his head: “No reconsideration, thank you.”
Xing Zhan: “Thank me for what?”
An Yu smoothly used his Green Tea Arts: “Thank you for being willing to keep me, and for being willing to keep it. In the An Family, I was always in the bedroom, and it hid in the bushes, occasionally sneaking over to keep me company. Here, neither of us has to hide, right?”
Hide? Hide what? There wasn’t a dedicated pet room? Xing Zhan couldn’t help but sigh softly: “No thanks needed. Here, you don’t need to hide.”
At breakfast, although An Yu felt the pain of losing one million from his allowance, he still diligently served Xing Zhan a bowl of lamb soup.
As an employee, being sweet-mouthed and diligent was always the right move.
Xing Zhan: “…It’s too greasy.”
An Yu: …So picky. Where was it greasy?
He felt Xing Zhan didn’t appreciate good food, and happily drank two large bowls himself. He didn’t know where the lamb here came from; it was completely different from what he ate in his previous life. It wasn’t gamey at all, and had a milky fragrance.
Xing Zhan watched his cheeks puff out and his eyes narrow in contentment, and couldn’t help but feel his own appetite increase.
When Xing Zhan left, An Yu held the cat and saw him off, even lifting the cat’s paw to say on its behalf, “Goodbye, Gege.”
Wu Yuan, standing by the car, couldn’t help but chuckle.
He had initially thought that An Yu, having forced his way into the marriage, would be cunning and ruthless, and the house would never be peaceful again. He hadn’t expected An Yu to be cute yet sensible, and quite popular with the Old Master.
It had only been two days.
The house was indeed no longer quiet, but it wasn’t chaotic; it was a kind of warm, domestic atmosphere. It was good.
Xing Zhan showed no expression and didn’t respond.
However, Wu Yuan had followed him for several years and could tell that Xing Zhan was relaxed, perhaps even slightly pleased.
On the way to the company, Xing Zhan transferred three million yuan to An Yu: [This month’s living allowance].
He was indeed planning to observe An Yu. Yesterday, An Yu had comforted Madam Xing and made Grandpa very happy; his performance far exceeded expectations.
Saying he would deduct one million for the cat was merely to test An Yu’s determination to keep it.
A cat was a life. If An Yu had stolen it merely out of spite, Xing Zhan wouldn’t allow it. He hadn’t expected An Yu to agree so quickly…
An Yu received Xing Zhan’s transfer. Although he felt the urge to pocket the money, he still asked: [Ge, did you transfer too much?]
Xing Zhan: [No].
An Yu understood, and happily replied: [Using this to test a cadre?]
What strange words, but not too difficult to understand. Xing Zhan raised an eyebrow slightly: [Take good care of Grandpa].
At home, An Yu showed the bank card balance to the Little Orange Cat: “Gege has money now. Order whatever you want!”
Little Orange Cat: [Meow~]
An Yu was completely charmed, and immediately took the kitten shopping. He bought the most expensive cat food and canned food, as well as toys—anything the Little Orange Cat showed interest in was packaged up.
He shopped to his heart’s content, while An Pinghai sat restlessly looking at financial reports.
An Pinghai had no talent for business, and the times were changing too quickly. The An Family business had shrunk by nearly half over the past twenty years, and was now barely holding on.
Fortunately, they were now connected to the Xing Family, and the Xing Family had promised to support the An Family.
Unfortunately, due to the substitute marriage, Xing Zhan’s attitude was cold.
An Pinghai didn’t dare to press him, so he thought for a moment and called An Yu, ordering him to find an opportunity to sound out Xing Zhan.
An Yu: “Won’t that be too soon?”
An Pinghai: “Do you understand anything about business? I told you to ask, so ask!”
An Yu obediently said, “Alright.”
They had only been married a few days. He hadn’t wanted to rush things, but since An Pinghai was so eager to lose money, it wouldn’t do to disappoint him.
When Xing Zhan returned that evening, he saw An Yu looking at him worriedly. The skinny cat in his arms was also staring at him, one more pitiful than the other.
He had been busy with work today, and everything was fine with Grandpa, so Xing Zhan hadn’t gone to the hospital. Seeing this, his heart sank: “What happened?”
Author’s Note:
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An Yu: [Dog head emoji]
Xing Zhan: [Pity emoji]
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