HEIFEIGU -Chapter 123

Although Xie Jixing spoke with a pouty tone, the words made Qian Shuyun extremely excited.

“Jixing, what did you just say?” He buried his head in Xie Jixing’s chest, rubbing lightly. “Say it again, please?”

Xie Jixing bit his lip, remained silent, and pinched Qian Shuyun’s mouth into a small duck shape.

“If I don’t speak, you can’t either.”

Since he couldn’t speak, Qian Shuyun leaned in again, planning to kiss him properly.

Just as they pressed together, a bright beam of light came from a distance, shining through the car window.

Although it was one-way glass, being discovered was still embarrassing.

Moreover, they were trending on hot search right now.

If it got another hashtag like #Qian Shuyun, Xie Jixing suspected kissing in parking lot, photographed!#

They might as well move to another planet!

Xie Jixing panicked and made slightly exaggerated movements.

“Too much,” Qian Shuyun groaned from being brushed against.

He pressed Xie Jixing onto his lap, took a few deep breaths, then moved the driver’s seat all the way back.

“Get out first.”

With the space widened, Xie Jixing flipped open the door and got out, wearing a mask to avoid being recognized.

The security guard noticed him. Although he didn’t understand why the car was in such a dark corner, he professionally used his flashlight to illuminate the path.

After a while, another taller man wearing a mask got out of the car.

As the two walked away together, the security guard suddenly realized—wait, both of them seemed to have gotten out from the driver’s seat.

Fleeing the parking lot, Xie Jixing worried about losing face again and looked back. “Is he gone?”

“Don’t worry.” Qian Shuyun held his hand.

Walking was a bit inconvenient now.

If he hadn’t been wearing a long coat that could hide things, he might not have even been able to get out of the car.

Xie Jixing noticed his unusual behavior, slowed down, and muttered softly with a small smile, “Serves you right.”

Let him deal with it himself.

As soon as they entered the supermarket, Xie Jixing’s nervousness vanished, replaced by curiosity.

He had only been to the convenience store by his neighborhood before, never a supermarket this big. It was surprisingly interesting.

He pulled out the sticky note Chen Mengyu had given him before leaving.

It listed vegetables, fruits, meats, drinks, and condiments they needed.

Why wasn’t there this giant, half-man-high, mixed-flavor bag of chips?

Xie Jixing circled the display of chips. So many flavors!

Qian Shuyun pushed the cart in front, watching him like a little hamster running around a pile of nuts.

“Can I get this one?” The little hamster asked politely, adding, “It’s not on the list.”

Qian Shuyun struggled to suppress the urge to kiss him until he cried, and smiled as he nodded.

Xie Jixing immediately picked a bag, placed it in the cart, and glanced back longingly.

He wanted another mixed-flavor bag but decided not to overdo it.

A little further ahead, Xie Jixing’s eyes widened again.

Long vegetable chips—about a meter long! He wanted them.

He held up one finger. “One pack.”

Qian Shuyun signaled him to put it in the cart.

A little further, they came across a tasting station.

Before Qian Shuyun even looked at the condiment shelves, Xie Jixing was already at the station.

“Excuse me, is this really free?” he asked the staff with a smile.

The promotional staff almost got blinded by his crescent-shaped eyes and small red mole beneath them. Even with a mask, he looked so handsome.

“Yes… it is,” she cut a piece of freshly fried steak. “Here, this one is fresher.”

Xie Jixing politely asked, “May I have another piece?”

“Of course.”

He then held up two pieces slightly bigger than the plate, running back to Qian Shuyun.

“This is free.”

Qian Shuyun raised an eyebrow, his palm stuck to the cart handle like glue, refusing to reach for it.

“The staff said it’s not as good if it cools.” Xie Jixing didn’t think too much, pulled down Qian Shuyun’s mask slightly, and fed him the tasting steak directly.

Then he took off his mask himself, nibbling away like a little hamster.

Qian Shuyun chewed on his steak, staring at the bulging veins in his temples.

It was just ordinary grain-fed steak, but somehow it tasted even better than what he had eaten before.

The promotion girl frantically pressed the shutter a few times, then clasped her hands over her chest.

So cute! So cute! Suddenly, she felt energized to keep going with her work!

This is the kind of tasting scene that a supermarket promoter should see!

Finally reaching the chilled section, the double-layered, largest supermarket trolley was already almost full.

“Do you want to check out the new yogurt? Buy one, get two free!” the promoter energetically pitched.

Xie Jixing immediately caught the key point: buy one, get two free?

Was there really such a good deal?

Before he could speak, Qian Shuyun had already cleared a little space in the cart and put in two packs of yogurt.

“These are the freebies,” the promoter girl winked at Xie Jixing knowingly. “I specially picked the couple’s version.”

The freebies were yogurt mugs with small spoons.

When the cups were joined together, they formed a large red heart — clearly a couple’s set.

Qian Shuyun was very satisfied. Tomorrow, he would use these mugs to make coffee on camera.

Even without buying anything else on the list, the cart was already full.

Xie Jixing looked at his “heroic haul” with a little embarrassment. “Isn’t this a bit too much? Should we put some back?”

To make room for the essentials.

“Let’s load this into the car first, then come back for another round. We still have time.”

It was rare for the two of them to have a chance to go out alone, without cameras following, and Xie Jixing was just too cute while shopping.

Qian Shuyun wished they could spend another five hours there.

This plan was perfect — everything in the cart was something they truly wanted.

After one trip to deliver the goods, Xie Jixing and Qian Shuyun headed straight to the fresh produce section, carefully checking the list and picking items one by one.

Xie Jixing held a bunch of leafy greens in each hand, looking very confused.

“Which one is garlic sprouts and which one is scallions?”

“Ah, forget it. Buy them all.”

This scene felt very down-to-earth. Qian Shuyun, unable to hold back what he’d been thinking, asked, “Xingxing, after the show, where do you plan to live?”

“Rental,” Xie Jixing replied, not reading too much into his question, still pondering which was cabbage and which was round lettuce.

“I’ve already paid six months’ rent on my place, still a few months left.”

He finally tossed both round lettuces into the cart.

“Now that you’re famous, the neighborhood that Qi Zhen checked out isn’t very safe. Could be problematic,” Qian Shuyun continued.

He had a point.

Xie Jixing had seen some absurd news online before.

Even though his fans were very friendly and unlikely to overreact, it wouldn’t be good if his identity disturbed the neighbors.

He could discuss it with the landlord later.

“Then I’ll move in with my senior brother.”

“He said before that he had prepared a place for me to move in anytime.”

He completely forgot about Song Chu.

Qian Shuyun, failing in his attempt to nudge him, put a bunch of cilantro into the cart somewhat unhappily.

As they neared the end of the shopping list, he still wasn’t satisfied. “Xingxing…”

Xie Jixing placed the last two packs of fish balls into the cart and looked up at him.

“Hm?”

“Have you considered… another option?”

“Living with me.”

Xie Jixing took a moment to realize — Qian Shuyun was inviting him to cohabit.

Living with Boss Qian?

For some reason, his ears turned slightly red, and he squinted at Qian Shuyun.

“What are you thinking?” Qian Shuyun lowered his body and rubbed his head, whispering in his ear, “It’s just for convenience to take care of you.”

Then, leaning closer, he asked, “Do you think so little of my credibility?”

Xie Jixing pursed his lips, saying nothing.

Of course not, it’s yellow peach mango filling, no hint of anything else.

But now that Boss Qian had spoken, he said, “I’ll think about it.” After all, there was still a week until the show ended.

Maybe he could try persuading his senior brother — but living with Boss Qian wouldn’t be bad.

He even felt a faint excitement, though he didn’t understand why.

Back at the villa, Qian Shuyun carried two large, full bags inside.

Xie Jixing?

He held a half-person-height bag of assorted chips in one hand, and a one-meter-long bag of vegetable crisps in the other.

When Chen Mengyu and Yin Lening arrived, they exclaimed in genuine shock, “You bought this much?!”

The list was only a small page.

“Yes,” Qian Shuyun said, placing the bags on the counter. “You guys can divide them up. There are still two more bags; I’ll go get them.”

Two more?

Had they emptied the entire supermarket?

The culprit rubbed his nose nearby.

“Did we really buy too much?” Xie Jixing muttered softly.

At this point, they just pulled Zhu Qian out to help.

With more people, things went much faster.

“You wash, I cut,” and the vegetables were quickly prepped.

Chen Mengyu picked out the small bunch of cilantro that wasn’t on the list, laughing and crying at the same time.

Why buy this? Did someone like it?

She remembered that Song Chu disliked it, so she just divided it into a small plate.

By the time the two office workers returned to the villa, a full table of dishes was ready.

Chen Mengyu, a Southerner, and Yin Lening, a Northerner, each presented their signature dishes, creating a big South-North fusion — something for everyone.

In the center was a bubbling hotpot.

“This is way too lavish!” Gao Xingchuan exclaimed sincerely upon entering.

After everyone sat down, he raised his cup first. “Thanks to the girls who helped prepare the meal today.”

“No, no, no.”

Everyone stood up.

“Teacher Qian and Teacher Xie did the shopping, Teacher Zhu washed and sorted the vegetables — it was a joint effort.”

“Then Brother Song and I will handle cleaning and washing up.” Now that they were familiar, Gao Xingchuan no longer called Song “Boss Song,” just “Brother Song.”

“Shall we toast?”

“Cheers!”

“Cheers!”

While they happily ate and chatted, Qi Zhen began to have a headache again.

#Qian Shuyun and Xie Jixing suspected of shopping together, photographed!#

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