Quick Transmigration: The Divine-Looking Host is Always Pampered by a Powerful Boss

"I was wrong."

Sheng Congye quickly admitted his mistake, walked meekly to Chu Zhuo's side, and took the other's hand. When he was not rejected, he shamelessly intertwined his fingers with the boy's: "Zhuo Bao, I know I went too far these past few days. Next time, you can decide how long it will be."

Chu Zhuo gave him a look: "Brother Ye, are you sure?"

"No..." Sheng Congye's heart skipped a beat, but he was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

"I think once a month is fine, Sheng Congye, your balance for this month is gone." Chu Zhuo's gentle voice uttered cruel words.

Sheng Congye felt as if the sky had fallen, his expression one of utter astonishment. He tried to discern a joke from Chu Zhuo's face, but found none.

"Zhuobao, I'm innocent! You can't make me drink soup right after I've just started eating meat. I take back what I said earlier." Sheng Congye's words were full of sincerity.

Once seated at the table, Chu Zhuo stopped hiding her true feelings and covered her mouth, laughing at him: "Sheng Congye, I'll lie to you once too, so we're even."

Sheng Congye immediately felt relieved and didn't resent Chu Zhuo for deliberately scaring him at all. He took the initiative to cooperate and said, "You really fooled me."

Chu Zhuo revealed a triumphant smile.

After a few days of enjoying time alone together, my grandfather called to say that the pickled cucumbers were ready to eat.

Summer clothes are thin, so Chu Zhuo and Sheng Congye packed their clothes into a suitcase. After buying their plane tickets, the two set off for the airport.

On the eve of this year's Lunar New Year, the day Sheng Congye came to visit, Chu Zhuo confessed his relationship with Sheng Congye to his grandfather.

My grandfather remained silent for a long time. After a night, he somehow figured it out and accepted that his grandson had found a man to live with.

The doorbell rang outside the courtyard, and Grandpa shuffled to open the door.

The two looked quite good together. Grandpa glanced at the suitcase in Sheng Congye's hand and was satisfied: "Don't just stand there, come in."

Chu Zhuo took the old man's arm and said, "Grandpa, I saw you posted on your WeChat Moments that you planted tomatoes. I'll pick a couple to eat."

Grandpa: "Eat whatever you like. The vegetables in Grandpa's garden are guaranteed to be pollution-free, purely organic, big and juicy."

Chu Zhuo ran to pick tomatoes, while Sheng Congye went to his room to put down his suitcase. After tidying up his clothes, he went downstairs, and Chu Zhuo washed the tomatoes and handed one to him.

One bite, and the tomatoes were juicy and sweet. Chu Zhuo was overjoyed: "Grandpa is really good at growing vegetables. These tomatoes are better than any I've ever had before."

With his grandfather right beside him, Sheng Congye silently ate, saying, "Mmm, delicious."

They arrived around 4 p.m., rested briefly, and then had hand-pulled noodles for dinner.

The nanny is very skilled at rolling out noodles, making them chewy and delicious. Add pickled cucumbers, and on a summer evening, sitting in a wicker chair in the yard and eating a bowl of this is a rich, refreshing, and palate-cleansing experience.

On her second day at her grandfather's house, Ji Wanshu came to visit.

Chu Zhuo held the freshly picked green beans in her arms.

Sheng Congye's worried gaze fell on Chu Zhuo. This woman was the one he had encountered when he went to the counselor's office to find Zhuo Bao at the end of the semester.

"Ji Chuzhuo, who is he? What is your relationship?" Ji Wanshu thought her attitude was gentle, but she couldn't hide the sharpness in her tone.

Chu Zhu handed the green beans to Sheng Congye: "Brother Ye, I have something to say to her."

Sheng Congye wouldn't argue with him at this time, so he responded and went inside.

With no outsiders present, Ji Wanshu said bluntly, "Ji Chuzhuo, don't tell me you were influenced by him. You saw me and left without even saying hello. Is this the man you chose?"

"He doesn't need to greet you." Chu Zhuo looked back fearlessly. "This is the path I've chosen. If you still don't agree, then our mother-son relationship ends here."

"What kind of talk is this?" Ji Wanshu subconsciously raised her hand to slap him. Her grandfather heard the commotion, came out to see what was happening, and immediately stopped his daughter: "Talk it out, don't hit people."

Ji Wanshu disagreed: "Dad, you shouldn't interfere in how I discipline the children."

Grandpa glared at him, his face showing disappointment: "Your child is still my grandson, and you call hitting someone education? When you were little, your mother and I never laid a hand on you. Now it's a new era, and you still want to follow that old-fashioned 'spare the rod and spoil the child' mentality?"

"I didn't mean to hit him, I was just putting on an act. Don't you think what he said just now went too far? And that's the end of the mother-son relationship..." Ji Wanshu scoffed, pressing her for an answer, "He's my son, whom I carried for ten months and gave birth to. Am I wrong for doing what's best for him?"

"Wanshu, let the child choose what he likes. Just like when you started dancing ballet, your mother and I weren't too optimistic about it at first, but we didn't stop you, right? Why can't you be more open-minded?" Grandpa persuaded her with his words of advice.

"Dad, you don't understand. Xiaozhuo is very talented in ballet. He's even taller than I was back then. He'll definitely go further than I did on this path." Ji Wanshu didn't understand why her child and father didn't have high hopes for him. "The path I chose for him is very suitable for him."

Seeing that she was stubborn and wouldn't listen, her grandfather frowned and said, "Ji Wanshu, don't impose your ideas on the child."

The old man, who has weathered decades of trials and tribulations, still retains his dignity.

After speaking, Grandpa turned to Chuzhuo and said warmly, "Little Chuzhuo doesn't listen to her mother. Do whatever you want to do."

The first touch warmed my heart.

Ji Wanshu said helplessly, "Dad, don't be willful like him. He's still young and doesn't understand. He's already wasted a year. I heard he won two classical dance competitions. With that kind of skill, he should have been a principal dancer in ballet by now."

Chu Zhuo retorted, "No, if I don't like it, I have a hundred reasons not to take it seriously. Mother, I think there's no need for us to continue talking."

Unable to reach an agreement, Ji Wanshu put down the tonics she had bought for her grandfather and left the courtyard.

Chu Zhuo picked up the tonic and handed it to the nanny in the kitchen: "Aunt Li, could you please stew this for Grandpa at noon to help him recover?"

Aunt Li replied immediately, "Okay, just put it there."

The weather was extremely hot in July and August. After finishing up the matter of the tonics, Chu Zhuo went upstairs to find Sheng Congye.

As she opened the door and went inside, the man lifted her into the air and said, "Your mother didn't hit you, did she? I think that slap almost landed on your face."

"Grandpa stopped her, and even without Grandpa, I wouldn't have just stood there and let her hit me." Chu Zhuo held two ice cream cones in her hand and rubbed them against Sheng Congye's face. "Eat ice cream."

Sheng Congye hissed softly: "You're bullying me right from the start, Zhuobao is really something."

"How can I be your boyfriend if I'm not capable? I have to control my position in the family!"

Chu Zhuo jumped off him with great joy, tore open the ice cream box, licked it, and found it icy cold.

It has a rich milky flavor, with sweet raisins mixed in, and a faint aroma of cantaloupe.

Chu Zhuo's eyes lit up as she urged him, "Sheng Congye, you have to try it! It tastes incredibly sweet. I didn't expect it to be this delicious when I made it yesterday."

Sheng Congye simultaneously opened the outer packaging and, under Chu Zhuo's urging, took a big bite out of it.

"Hiss~ Doesn't Ye-ge mind Ice Fang?" Chu Zhuo touched his arm, as if he had goosebumps.

He swallowed it quickly, his tongue rubbing against his cheek. "It's alright. I get very hot after training in the summer, so eating slowly isn't efficient. I'm used to eating like this."

Chu Zhu touched his cheek to see if it was cold, but Sheng Congye quickly grabbed her wrist and gently bit her fingertip: "Touching me? In broad daylight?"

"Sheng Congye, shake your head." Chu Zhuo exclaimed in amazement.

Sheng Congye kissed along the boy's well-defined hand to his wrist, then raised it to her cheek and pressed it against his. Her eyelashes drooped towards him, and she said softly, "It's all precious gems."

Chuzhuo: "..."