TLCBITAR Chapter 29

Chapter 29: A Little Milk Dog Beloved by Aunties

“Stop dawdling, where are you?”

“Oh, I’m on my way, buying your Zhou-ge some food.”

Zhou Zhou hung up the phone, glanced sideways at the man resting with his eyes closed, reached out and patted the driver’s shoulder, and said impolitely, “Take me to Huiyue Shopping Mall.”

The driver replied without thinking, “You should ask Pei-zong for instructions; I can’t make decisions on my own.”

“Tsk, troublesome.” He curled his lip, turned his gaze to Pei Yanlie, his eyebrows almost twisted into a knot. “Pei Yanlie, did you hear that?”

Pei Yanlie lifted his eyelids, his bottomless eyes silently gazing at him for a moment before saying, “Okay, then let’s go.”

[Yo, so agreeable?]

Zhou Zhou raised an eyebrow and smiled, offering a thank you without sincerity.

Arriving at the destination, it was almost noon, and he was hungry and starving.

He opened the door, ready to get out of the car, when two Buddhist scriptures landed on his lap.

“Huh? What are you giving me these for? I don’t want them.” He said, about to take them away.

Pei Yanlie lowered his voice, threatening, “Perhaps you’d rather stay in the temple and listen to scriptures?”

“Fine, okay, you’re awesome.” Zhou Zhou laughed in anger, clutching the blue-covered scripture tightly in his hand, got out of the car, and then slammed the door shut.

[I’ll throw them in the trash later.]

Pei Yanlie said coldly to the slender figure outside the window, “Go ahead and throw them away; if you do, I’ll buy you a hundred copies back.”

Zhou Zhou stopped, turned his head, and gave a brilliant smile, his eyes rolling with intense anger.

“Did I say I was going to throw them away? Pei-shixiong, don’t always impose your own thoughts on me.”

“It’s one thing to stick talismans on me for no reason, but you also dragged me to a temple, and now you’re forcing me to chant scriptures. How free are you?” After Zhou Zhou complained, he didn’t wait for a reply and strode toward the entrance of the shopping mall.

The “thud-thud-thud” of his slippers was loud, proving how bad his mood was at the moment.

The driver called out, “Pei-zong, are we going back to the company?”

Pei Yanlie’s dark eyes were fixed on the person’s back, his pupils gradually deepening, as if a giant beast was lurking inside, about to break free from the abyss, run out, catch that person, and tear him to pieces.

Hearing no reply, the driver looked back at the obviously distracted Pei Yanlie, hesitated for a moment, and continued, “Pei-zong?”

Pei Yanlie finally came back to his senses, his eyes filled with complex emotions, and he gave a faint “mm.”

He took a deep breath, leaned back in the car seat, and slowly closed his eyes. Only after clearing the evil thoughts from his mind did he open his eyes, restoring his cold and calm appearance.

The evil spirit’s magic is powerful; he must not let his guard down.

Zhou Zhou had no idea that the male lead had completely broken down. He walked into the shopping mall, one hand in his pocket, with lazy and elegant steps. He immediately saw Chen Qihang standing at the entrance of the boutique.

Chen Qihang was still sporting his ridiculously outdated mushroom head, wearing a pair of thick black-framed glasses, looking down at his phone.

He was holding a bag of bread. Hearing the “thud-thud-thud” of the slippers, he finally looked up.

Zhou Zhou took the things from his hand, unwrapped a sandwich, and took a big bite, his ravenous look causing Chen Qihang to take a step back.

Tsk tsk, acting like he’s been hungry for centuries.

Chen Qihang frowned, his tone mixed with a hint of displeasure, “What did you call me out here for?”

“To get a haircut,” Zhou Zhou replied casually after finishing the sandwich.

“You need someone to accompany you to get a haircut?” Chen Qihang said under his breath, resentment rising in his eyes.

Zhou Zhou put his arm around his shoulder and led him toward the barbershop. “Not only do I need you to accompany me, but I’m also going to cut off that eyesore of a mushroom head.”

“I don’t need it. If you want to cut it, cut it yourself,” Chen Qihang weakly retorted.

But resistance was futile. He was no match for Zhou Zhou; in no time, he was subdued in the barber’s chair.

A Tony with a Saiyan hairstyle was wielding scissors rapidly on Chen Qihang’s head.

Twenty minutes later, Tony put down the scissors and said with satisfaction, “How is it? You’ve instantly become a different person.”

Zhou Zhou leaned in next to him, carefully examining him, then reached out and took off his glasses, teasing, “With this look, even the cafeteria aunties will desperately suppress their trembling hands.”

Chen Qihang raised his eyes, his vision blurry. He reached out, fumbled, and took back his glasses from Zhou Zhou’s hand.

Putting on his glasses, the boy in the mirror also came into view.

The heavy mushroom head had become a choppy, layered short haircut, the soft black hair falling naturally on his forehead, covering part of his eyebrows.

With the change of hairstyle, his entire face became more delicate, like a middle school student.

Chen Qihang was stubborn, saying lightly, “There’s no difference.”

But his ears quietly turned red.

Zhou Zhou chuckled lightly and sat down in the adjacent chair, looking at himself in the mirror, raising the corners of his mouth, and instructing Tony, “Make me as handsome as possible!”

Tony snapped his fingers, grinning, “No problem!”

Zhou Zhou took out his phone, opened a melodramatic romance, and let Tony work on his head.

The overly long bangs were cut off, and the hair that reached his neck was also mercilessly cut short.

It wasn’t until he finished watching an episode of the romance that he looked up.

A slightly parted, layered hairstyle made the contours of his face softer, reducing his lazy wildness and adding a bit of well-behaved cuteness.

He curled his lip, saying with dissatisfaction, “How come I look like a little milk dog?”

Tony directly praised, “You’re handsome; even if you shaved your head, you’d still look good. Female college students these days love your type!”

Zhou Zhou stood up, leaned closer to the mirror, carefully examined himself, then exhaled, blew up his bangs, and smiled, hooking the corners of his mouth. “Okay, I’ll see how many female college students I can win over.”

After paying the bill, the two had just walked out of the barbershop when Tony chased after them, “Handsome, you forgot your scripture!”

Zhou Zhou paused, his smooth chin slightly raised, saying indifferently, “It’s a gift for you.”

Tony gave a dry smile.

The two wandered around the shopping mall, their handsome appearances quickly attracting the attention of the aunties.

“I didn’t expect to see such a handsome young man while shopping. He’s so young; is he even an adult?”

Chen Qihang: …

“Is the tall guy next to him a model? He’s so cute, ah ah ah!”

Zhou Zhou indifferently swept them a glance, a trace of ruthlessness mixed in his phoenix eyes.

“Ah ah ah! He winked at us!”

Zhou Zhou: …

The fuck! Is he really that lacking in imposing manner?!

Chen Qihang took out a mask from his pocket and sealed himself up, complaining, “So, why did you randomly get a haircut?”

Zhou Zhou grabbed his mask and slowly said, “Why are you wearing a mask? Take it off; do you think you’re a celebrity?”

Chen Qihang clenched his small fist and rolled his eyes in secret.

Beneath this person’s well-behaved exterior, there was still a wicked heart.

Zhou Zhou tilted his head and lowered his eyes. “Help me with something at the internet cafe later.”

Chen Qihang looked up at him, his eyes wary. “What?”

“Ahem, let’s see if your Zhǎn shén is more powerful, or Black Spider is.”