After Going Viral on a Dating Show, I'm Pampered by All-Chapter 229: Si Chenli: Proving My Stamina to You

Sang Qiao looked up and saw Si Chenli, and her first reaction was panic; he had seen everything, the moment she’d been holding L. That surely would add fuel to the fire.

She pushed the man away and bolted, not wanting to be dragged off to get a marriage certificate.

"Qiaoqiao, stop running. I won’t force you," Si Chenli clearly hadn’t expected the girl to run at the sight of him, and he hadn’t even had a chance to organize his apology.

His height and long legs made it easy to catch up with Sang Qiao, and soon he had pulled her back into his arms.

His gaze fell on her, checking for any injuries, until he noticed a fine scratch on her cheek. Frowning, he asked, "How did your face get like this?"

"It must have been scratched by a branch," Sang Qiao touched her cheek, still feeling a sting.

Her eyes fixed on him, she realized that he didn’t seem angry anymore—he even looked somewhat tender.

"Get on, let’s go back and treat that wound," Si Chenli steadied her and let her stand on her own before turning around and crouching in front of her.

They had been at odds for two days, and she’d grown tired from climbing out of the window; now that he was acting normal again, she didn’t hesitate to climb onto his back.

Si Chenli effortlessly carried her on his back, his steps firm and quick.

"Aren’t you angry anymore?" Sang Qiao asked quietly in his ear, her hands resting in front of his chest.

His earlobes were warm from her breath, her sweet scent from her mouth close behind him, pressing tightly together.

He restrained himself with all his might, "Yes, it was my fault."

At this, Sang Qiao was taken aback, and half in doubt, she asked, "Didn’t you see what I was doing just now?"

"I didn’t see it," Si Chenli chuckled lowly, knowing full well what had happened as he had watched her from behind when she was running and calling out to L, but he hadn’t approached to interrupt their farewell.

After learning that L had saved Sang Qiao’s life and had stepped away from their relationship without hesitation, clarifying for them a truth that had been buried in his heart, he no longer felt such hostility toward L.

He could even empathize with Sang Qiao’s predicament, especially since, unlike him, Qiaoqiao didn’t have any friends at all.

"You made me eat cold food yesterday," Sang Qiao couldn’t help but tug at his ear.

"Really? I’m such a bastard," Si Chenli’s Adam’s apple bobbed, feeling the movement of the soft body on his back, oblivious to the girl.

His hearing wasn’t so good at that moment, and his brain was a bit slow to respond.

"And you brought five or six dozen bodyguards to force me to get a marriage certificate," Sang Qiao became more enthusiastic as she complained, still shaken by the past two days’ events.

All of this was because Si Chenli wouldn’t listen to any explanations.

"It’s my fault," Si Chenli’s ears turned even redder, the flush spreading down his neck.

"I told you the piggyback ride was an accident, and that L and I didn’t look that close, but you didn’t believe me. You only trusted a suspicious photo sent by a strange number."

Sang Qiao lay her chin on his shoulder, speaking weakly, her legs beneath him kicking at his legs.

The man suddenly stopped walking and jostled the person on his back, "Stop kicking."

"Can’t you walk anymore? Should I get down?" Only then did Sang Qiao realize his breathing was heavy, as if... he was tired?

Was she that heavy? That couldn’t be right... it had to be Si Chenli who was feeling weak!

A shadow passed over Si Chenli’s face, wondering what delusion the girl had that made her always think him weak. It seemed he needed to find an opportunity to prove himself to her.

"Walking is fine, I could carry you all day with no problem."

"Okay, then where did you park your car?" Sang Qiao caught the man’s face growing darker and realized she had struck at his male pride again.

"No rush."

Sang Qiao didn’t understand Si Chenli’s "no rush" until they had circled around the airport five or six times.

She was carried for so long, it was actually more tiring than walking. Seeing the man prepared to make another round, she quickly called out to him, "What are you doing? Are you lost?"

"Proving my strength." The man moved his lips, his breath a bit uneven, but his steps were still steady.

"... Your strength is great, I’m hungry, let’s go home," Sang Qiao said, caught between laughter and tears.

"Okay." Si Chenli then ended this display of proving his strength.

And there the car was, right before their eyes. Si Chenli gently placed her in the passenger seat before going around to the driver’s side.

Sang Qiao leaned back against the car seat and yawned, another two days wasted with nothing accomplished. She hadn’t had the chance to attend to her work at the company, busy only with running away.

Once the car stopped within Si Chenli’s villa, Sang Qiao didn’t ask why he didn’t take her home. She didn’t want to be tossed around anymore, anywhere was good for a meal.

As they approached the living room, the fragrant smell of a full meal wafted towards them. On the table were the five dishes she ordered yesterday, still steaming and looking very appealing.

The man pulled the chair out for her, then brought over a medical box from the side.

"Eat first, I’ll apply some medicine to the wounds on your face."

"Okay," Sang Qiao nodded, picking up a tender, juicy chicken foot that was cooked to perfection. The spicy taste was incredibly satisfying to her stomach, which had been hungry for much of the day.

Si Chenli took out a glass and some cotton swabs and began to gently wipe the scratches on her face. From the medical box, he also took a cute, cartoon band-aid and adhesively secured it over her wound.

Sang Qiao had delicate skin, and those scrapes made his heart ache to see. If he hadn’t pushed her, she wouldn’t have climbed that tree. Ultimately, it was his lack of generosity.

Sang Qiao, in truth, was more considerate of him than he imagined. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have hidden her illness from him, fearing to worry him.

Si Chenli lowered his gaze to look at the cheerful young girl eating her meal, his lips involuntarily curling up.

He always quibbled with her, but even if she really did something wrong, it was not a big deal—just teach her, and that’s it. As long as she stayed beside him like this, happy and laughing, that was enough.

"Aren’t you going to eat?" Sang Qiao swallowed the bite of food in her mouth and turned to look at him.

"In a minute," Si Chenli replied quietly, placing the used alcohol back in the medical box and moving it to its original place before sitting down beside her to start his meal.

All the food today had been prepared by the cook, but he had made sure to instruct that all bones and shells be removed thoroughly.

"Try the chicken foot, it’s really flavorful," Sang Qiao thoughtfully offered him what she considered the tastiest part.

"Hmm." A chicken foot appeared in Si Chenli’s bowl, his eyes softened, and without hesitation, he picked it up with his chopsticks and ate it. He was not particular about food and could not feel the same level of satisfaction as the young girl. freewёbnoνel.com

What made him happy was having her with him to share a meal.

After the meal

Sang Qiao sat on the sofa, idly flicking through television channels to pass the time. The man blocked the view of the TV, his dark eyes intently fixated on her, "Are you full?"

Sang Qiao nodded, looking at him with a blank expression.

"Today you hugged L for thirty seconds and seven." Si Chenli said in an even tone.