95: Chapter 95 Xia Xia, then... what do you want me to do?

Under the night sky.

Outside the villa courtyard gate.

Qin Xun leaned against the gate, panting for a long while. Seeing that Xia Ning still hadn't come out to open the door, he pulled out his phone and called her.

But the call was hung up instantly.

He was stunned for a moment, then took off his backpack, placed it on the ground, and climbed up the iron gate using both his hands and feet.

When he reached the top, with one leg crossed over the side and both hands gripping the iron gate, he was preparing to bring his other leg over.

That was when he heard Xia Ning's cold voice.

"What are you doing?"

Qin Xun turned his head and saw Xia Ning standing in the small courtyard with a cold expression, looking up at him.

An embarrassed smile appeared on his face.

"If I said I was worried you'd fainted from gas poisoning, would you believe me?"

Xia Ning: "..."

"Then should I thank you?"

Qin Xun sat wobbling on top of the iron gate and smiled.

"You're welcome."

Xia Ning: "..."

She said sarcastically,

"With how agile you are, you'd still be afraid of... an attack from a fat girl?"

A look of lingering fear appeared on Qin Xun's face.

"With that kind of tonnage, I really couldn't beat her."

Xia Ning snorted coldly, walked over, and unlocked the gate.

After opening the gate, she turned and left immediately.

Qin Xun flipped over the gate and jumped into the yard, opened the door, and brought his backpack inside. He looked at Xia Ning, who had already gone in, feeling somewhat dissatisfied.

"I'm paying rent after all, and you're giving me attitude as soon as I arrive?"

He shook his head and sighed with emotion.

"The feeling of living under someone else's roof is truly unpleasant!"

He walked into the living room.

Qin Xun saw that Xia Ning was fully dressed—pajamas, pajama pants, and she even had socks on. It seemed the previous wardrobe malfunction had left her with a psychological shadow.

He sat on the sofa, and as he thought of the earth-shaking "thump thump" sounds that heroine had made while chasing him down the hotel stairs, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

He actually felt as if he had survived a disaster.

Suddenly.

Qin Xun heard Xia Ning's slightly cold voice.

"After running for so long, are you thirsty?"

He turned to look and saw that Xia Ning wasn't even looking at him; she was staring at the un-turned-on TV, her face as cold as frost.

He felt a bit annoyed and explained,

"I didn't mean to look at you tonight... and besides... I didn't see anything."

He lied about not seeing anything, hoping to give some psychological comfort to Xia Ning, who seemed cold but was actually quite shy.

Instead, he saw Xia Ning's body stiffen. She slowly closed her eyes, and her face gradually turned red.

After a while, she slowly opened her eyes, still staring at the TV, her voice even colder.

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

She turned her head and looked at Qin Xun, repeating herself with a serious expression.

"I'm asking you, are you thirsty?"

"I'll pour you some water."

Qin Xun didn't like drinking water, so he replied casually,

"I don't like water. Do you have any milk?"

"I'll have some milk, iced is best."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he saw Xia Ning's face turn as red as a bright strawberry, the kind that looked like it would pop with a single poke.

He realized his words were suggestive and quickly corrected himself.

"Water, water, I'll just drink water."

After saying it, Qin Xun felt that this sentence sounded even dirtier.

However, seeing the blush on Xia Ning's face fade a bit, he realized her knowledge in certain areas didn't match her age.

He watched as Xia Ning took a cup from the coffee table, stood up, walked to the fish tank, opened the lid, and lightly scooped half a cup of water.

She placed it on the coffee table in front of Qin Xun.

Qin Xun was dumbfounded.

"Little Xia, you tricked me into coming here in the middle of the night, what exactly are you trying to do?"

He saw Xia Ning look at him silently for a moment, then she waved him over.

"Follow me."

Qin Xun: "???"

He had an ominous premonition.

When he saw Xia Ning walking toward the kitchen instead of going upstairs to the bedroom, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, but then he became puzzled again.

"What are you up to?"

Xia Ning didn't answer.

Qin Xun had no choice but to follow. He entered the kitchen and saw Xia Ning standing in front of the innermost door.

With a light push, the sound of splashing water could be heard.

Xia Ning looked at Qin Xun silently.

Qin Xun glanced at her, walked over, and poked his head inside. He immediately understood.

Suddenly, he felt as embarrassed as an elder sister pretending to be asleep in a Japanese movie.

"Ah... this?"

It was a small room with four large seafood tanks.

There were dozens of various types of fish, along with soft-shell turtles, shrimp, crabs, shellfish, and other seafood.

Qin Xun saw that Xia Ning's face was as indifferent as a commuter on a Japanese train, and he rubbed his head awkwardly.

"The fish tank you were talking about was the one in here?"

Xia Ning glanced at him indifferently, but she didn't mention the fish. Instead, she asked,

"Sister Cheng just sent me some requirements for hiring an assistant, saying she couldn't grasp President Qin's intentions."

"She asked me, his little assistant, to give some advice."

She stared into Qin Xun's eyes.

"I looked at it for a long time and concluded that you just want to hire a KTV hostess, or rather, you want to use the company's money to keep a mistress."

Qin Xun was stunned.

That Cheng Wan!

Seriously, speculating about the boss's intentions all day long.

Is that fun?

He wanted to hire a lively and cheerful little assistant simply because his slacking-off value had been rising too slowly lately.

He remembered how the slacking-off value had soared when he was with Song Ying.

He guessed it was Song Ying's lively and active personality, making her suitable for going out to play, which accelerated the growth of the slacking-off value.

So he wanted to hire a substitute to keep by his side.

Qin Xun sighed, looked at Xia Ning, and explained seriously,

"Little Xia, we've been together for so long, don't you know what kind of person I am?"

"Didn't I tell you before? My work efficiency is directly linked to my mood."

"The more I slack off, the better my mood. The better my mood, the higher the efficiency. The higher the efficiency, the more work I get done."

He raised his voice.

"Therefore, the more slacking off, the more work!"

Xia Ning looked at Qin Xun and thought about it; it seemed he really was like that.

"So, you want to hire a little assistant not to help you with work, but just to take care of your mood?"

Qin Xun nodded.

"Exactly!"

Xia Ning was silent for a moment, then asked,

"When I'm with you, you're in a bad mood?"

Qin Xun thought for a moment and shook his head.

"Not really, it's just average."

Seeing Xia Ning narrow her eyes slightly,

He quickly asked back,

"Can you do a pole dance to help me decompress?"

Xia Ning was stunned and shook her head.

"No!"

Qin Xun asked again,

"Can you play games with me in a party to help me decompress?"

Xia Ning: "No."

Qin Xun asked once more,

"Can you tell jokes to help me decompress?"

Xia Ning paused for a moment.

"I can do that."

Now it was Qin Xun's turn to be surprised.

She was always so cold and couldn't even understand jokes, let alone tell them.

Xia Ning gave a faint smile.

"The Red Arowana in the living room fish tank costs 200,000 each."

Qin Xun: "..."

He gave two awkward laughs.

"Little Xia, you're quite the humorist."

He was a bit nervous.

He knew this might be true. When Xia Ning had said it was 20 yuan per jin before, she might have just been teasing him.

He saw Xia Ning's smile vanish, replaced by a serious look.

Qin Xun smiled bitterly.

"When I get my salary at the end of the month, I'll pay you back."

But Xia Ning shook her head.

"No need. I ate more than you did."

"I can't blame you for it."

Qin Xun was stunned, not understanding her point.

Xia Ning continued,

"However, it's not about the money."

"That was a Feng Shui fish."

"It was a gift from my family to pray for me, wishing me health, happiness, and... longevity."

Qin Xun: "???"

He knew that many wealthy people believed in feng shui.

Killing their Feng Shui fish was equivalent to digging up their ancestral graves.

Turning the fish meat into a dish was equivalent to taking the bones from their ancestral graves and using them to make bone soup.

Looking at Xia Ning's cold face, Qin Xun suddenly felt his scalp go numb.

"Little Xia, then... what do you want from me?"