Chapter 49

In the afternoon.

Zhang Ye's house was in chaos.

"Give me... some water."

"I'll give you some water?"

"...I'm thirsty!"

"Alright, wait a moment... Hey! Don't vomit on the floor!"

Zhang Ye was terrified and felt extremely nauseous. He quickly held onto Zhang Yuanqi, who had just vomited, and rushed her into the bathroom. He opened the toilet lid, and Zhang Yuanqi, swaying unsteadily, started vomiting into it. Zhang Ye pinched his nose and patted her back. Through the nude-colored linen blouse, Zhang Ye's hand inevitably touched the back clasp of Zhang Yuanqi's bra. The nude color was light, and the linen was quite sheer, so from Zhang Ye's angle, he could clearly see that the bra was white, with patterns, and the style was quite nice.

It felt good.

He continued to pat her back enthusiastically, all the pats landing on her bra clasp.

But perhaps it was the effect of his good luck, suddenly, on the twenty-third pat, the clasp came undone, and the bra fell off, causing her chest to drop suddenly!

Damn!

This isn't my fault!

I didn't do this!

Zhang Ye hastily took a few steps back, his face showing that he had nothing to do with it.

But the other party clearly didn't notice him. As she continued to vomit, Zhang Yuanqi's body suddenly slumped to the ground, and her clothes were covered in vomit!

Zhang Ye exclaimed, "Sister? Sister?"

Zhang Yuanqi didn't say a word, just snored and fell asleep.

Zhang Ye was at a loss, with no choice but to endure the nausea and bend down to lift the dirty Zhang Yuanqi. "I'll carry you to the room, okay?" Seeing no response, Zhang Ye took the initiative to pick her up. The pop star wasn't fat, but her figure was good, with her chest weighing about seven or eight pounds and her buttocks about ten pounds. Plus, the pop star was very tall, which added a lot of weight. Zhang Ye struggled, moving step by step, and finally managed to get Zhang Yuanqi to his bed, panting heavily.

At this moment, the effect of the good luck charm was over!

Zhang Ye felt like crying. Was his good luck really just five minutes? A hug, a few pats, and a carry, and then it was over?

He didn't have time to complain. The smell in the room was unbearable. Zhang Ye quickly opened the window for ventilation, then pinched his nose and went to the bathroom to find a mop to clean the floor. He also cleaned up the vomit in the bathroom. There was even a high heel left in the bathroom, which he picked up and put away. Seeing Zhang Yuanqi, who was sleeping soundly in bed with one nude-colored high heel on, her bra, though still in her clothes, was in the wrong position, loose and not covering where it should. The right side was even exposed under the blouse!

What should I do?

Should I take off her clothes?

Zhang Ye patted his head and went out to find the landlady, but after knocking for a long time, no one answered. Rao Aimin seemed to be out of town these days. Should he find a female neighbor? No, the people here were all renters, and Zhang Yuanqi was such a famous person. If this got out, it would damage her reputation. The pop star on TV was always elegant and graceful. He couldn't let just anyone know!

He returned home.

Zhang Ye decided not to change her clothes but found a wet cloth and gently wiped Zhang Yuanqi, cleaning her up a bit. When he wiped her chest, the movement made Zhang Ye's nose almost bleed, but he quickly controlled himself. He poured a cup of warm water and brought it over, "Sister, drink some. You said you were thirsty, right? Open your mouth."

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Zhang Yuanqi didn't seem to hear, just smacked her lips.

Zhang Ye took the opportunity to pour the water into her mouth, spilling some on the bed. Sigh.

By four in the afternoon, Zhang Ye had finally cleaned up the house, and the smell was gone. He was exhausted and fell asleep in a chair.

One hour...

Three hours...

When Zhang Ye opened his eyes again, it was dark, and it was already ten o'clock at night!

Ring, ring, ring, the pop star's phone was ringing. He had been woken up by the phone.

On the other side, Zhang Yuanqi's body moved, and she groaned, covering her eyes. She suddenly sat up, "Hmm?"

Zhang Ye rubbed his eyes and stood up, "You're finally awake!"

Zhang Yuanqi's beautiful eyes coldly surveyed the room, then fixed on Zhang Ye's pupils, and said sharply, "Who are you?"

Zhang Ye replied, "I'm Zhang Ye, I'm..."

Zhang Yuanqi interrupted, "Why am I here?" She checked her clothes and raised her eyes, "You have one minute to explain!"

What the hell!

You're even angry now?

Zhang Ye said, "Sister, I want to ask you the same thing. I was just at home, and you came in with a key, then you vomited all over the place. It took me two hours to clean up!"

Zhang Yuanqi narrowed her eyes, "What about the bra?"

Zhang Ye wasn't embarrassed, "When you were vomiting, I patted your back, and the clasp came undone."

Zhang Yuanqi frowned, "What did I say to you in the afternoon?"

"It was all nonsense, and then you fell asleep," Zhang Ye said.

Zhang Yuanqi asked again, "Did you recognize me?"

"Zhang Yuanqi, I've seen you on TV," Zhang Ye said honestly.

After a few minutes, Zhang Ye managed to explain the situation to her, which was that she had come to the wrong house while drunk.

"In the afternoon, you know what happened, don't tell anyone, okay?" Zhang Yuanqi said firmly.

Zhang Ye nodded, "Of course, I'm not a gossip. So, what do you want to do now?"

Zhang Yuanqi sniffed her clothes and frowned, her face dark, "Get me some women's clothes, I'll change and then leave."

Zhang Ye sweat-dropped, "I don't have any women's clothes."

Zhang Yuanqi was not at all polite, "There are stores outside."

"It's almost eleven, which store is open at this hour?" Zhang Ye went to the wardrobe, rummaged through it, and threw out a set of pajamas, "This is the only thing you can wear."

Zhang Yuanqi raised an eyebrow.

"I'll go to the bathroom, you change," Zhang Ye went to the bathroom and closed the door. A few minutes later, he asked, "Are you done?"

"Uh-huh," a cold response.

Zhang Ye came out and saw the clothes she had taken off on the bed, "Should I wash them for you?"

Zhang Yuanqi nodded stiffly, "Dry them in the dryer to make them dry faster."

Zhang Ye thought, "I don't have a dryer, I'll try with a hairdryer." He washed the clothes and symbolically blew them dry with a hairdryer, then hung them up.

When he came out, Zhang Yuanqi was already sitting on the sofa, legs crossed, looking elegant and proud, "Little Zhang, right? Get me something to eat, I'm hungry."

Zhang Ye: "..."

"Okay?" Zhang Yuanqi urged.

Sigh, fine, who can argue with a big star!

Zhang Ye took out the last egg, "I'll make you a fried egg." This was an open-plan apartment, and the kitchen was in the room. Zhang Ye skillfully turned on the stove, poured oil, and added scallions. Thinking about the pop star waiting for him to cook, he felt less resistant and was quite proud of himself. Men always feel a sense of achievement when they show off in front of women.

The egg was done!

Zhang Ye put it on a plate, "There you go!"

Zhang Yuanqi looked at the plate, "Are you sure you can cook?"

"Of course, you're funny, who else can cook if not me?" Zhang Ye laughed.

Zhang Yuanqi asked, "Then why is the egg that color, and why do I smell something burnt?"

Zhang Ye confidently waved his finger, "You don't understand, it's a new cooking method. I did it on purpose to bring out the best flavor and aroma of the egg. The heat has to be high, so it ended up this color. You don't understand, a big star like you, where have you eaten a real fried egg?"

Zhang Yuanqi just looked at him, silently.

Zhang Ye coughed and finally dejectedly threw the egg into the trash, "Alright, I burned it!" How could he possibly cook!

Zhang Yuanqi continued to text, expressionless.

"Only instant noodles are left at home, I'm hungry too. Do you want to eat this with me?" Zhang Ye asked.

"…Do I have a choice?" Zhang Yuanqi said coldly.

Hey, you're so demanding when you're waiting for food! Zhang Ye rolled his eyes but still boiled water and made noodles, putting a bowl in front of each of them.

"I'm not waiting for you, I'm eating first," Zhang Ye was starving.

Zhang Yuanqi put down her phone, looked at the bowl of noodles with great dissatisfaction, and finally picked it up, frowning as she ate.

Zhang Ye ate with great enjoyment, "Tasty, right?"

Zhang Yuanqi: "...Have you never eaten anything else?"

"Don't like it? Uh, you'll have to make do. There's nothing else at my place besides instant noodles," Zhang Ye said.

"When will my clothes be dry?"

"It's not that hot now, probably four or five hours?"

"So I have to stay at your place tonight?"

"You can also go back in my pajamas."

"Are you joking? I don't find it funny at all!"

Zhang Ye also found it unfunny. He realized that today was the unluckiest day of his life. This wasn't good luck; it was like having an old empress in his house! The Zhang Yuanqi on TV was so elegant, so gentle, so kind and warm to people, patiently answering reporters' questions and being exceptionally friendly to fans!

But what was happening now?

Who can tell me what's going on?

Who is this person? Why has her personality done a 180-degree turn?

Zhang Ye's image of Zhang Yuanqi as a goddess instantly collapsed. My pop star can't have such a bad personality! There must be a mistake somewhere!