Chapter 463: Chapter 461 The Lady and Her Patron
Zhang Hao ultimately lost to He Qianhui and was unable to protect his fried rice.
Watching her swallow the last essence of the dish, Zhang Hao sighed.
"Had I known, I would have ordered two servings."
"Why can’t we eat those burgers and pizzas some other time? Do you think I’m stupid?"
Zhang Hao certainly didn’t think so; he wasn’t filled up by the fried rice, let alone the untouched burgers and pizzas on the table.
But he also knew that Qianhui couldn’t possibly be full just from those few bites of rice.
He opened the pizza box, inside was beef sausage crust pizza.
He took out a slice and handed it to Qianhui.
Qianhui didn’t refuse, it was her favorite kind, and she ate half of it in one bite.
Zhang Hao turned on the TV and chose a movie he’d always wanted to watch but never had the chance.
Halfway through the movie, someone suddenly knocked on the door.
Qianhui got up to answer it, only to find that the visitor was a police officer.
At the sight of the uniform, He Qianhui felt a surge of panic. In a few short seconds, she had mentally revisited every bad thing she’d done in her life.
She even remembered stealing and eating her grandmother’s fried fish during the New Year when she was a child.
None of it was enough to have the police come to arrest her.
Zhang Hao took a sip of his milk tea and, looking to the side, realized the visitor was a police officer.
The moment he saw the officer, the first thing Zhang Hao thought of was the conflict with a hotel owner the day before.
But the two were boyfriend and girlfriend, there couldn’t be an issue with that, could there?
Standing up and approaching the door, the officer’s demeanor was also serious, asking for their identification.
Zhang Hao quickly fetched their wallets and found their ID cards.
The officer looked at the IDs, then at the two people in front of him.
"Sorry to disturb you, I’ll be moving on to the next residence."
After the officer left, Zhang Hao quickly closed the door, and both of them still held their IDs, not quite grasping what had just happened.
"Was this a raid for prostitution?"
"It must have been, but you’re not a prostitute, and I’m not a john, so no worries," Zhang Hao reassured.
Qianhui didn’t appreciate this description or comparison.
"You’re the john! Even if I were a prostitute, I wouldn’t be with you."
Hearing this, Zhang Hao was puzzled; what did she mean by that?
"Why not? Is it because I’m not competent?"
Qianhui pushed him away with her hand, "Prostitutes earn money by the number of clients, you start with at least half an hour each time."
"If they get someone who’s incompetent, has erectile dysfunction or premature ejaculation, it’s over in a few minutes, charging a hundred or so each time. Imagine how high the turnover rate would be."
Seeing her talk like an expert, Zhang Hao grew curious about how she knew so much about such things.
He wrapped his arms around her again, "How come you know so much about this, anyway?"
He Qianhui smiled slightly, "I’ve never eaten pork, but I’ve seen pigs run."
"If it were you, would you want just one client a day? Everyone wants to have more customers in a day."
This topic was something Zhang Hao had never really paid attention to before, if not for today’s police visit.
Suddenly finding it intriguing, they both started discussing the subject, abandoning the movie altogether.
As they chatted, Qianhui found it tedious. They were both decent people, what was the point of discussing prostitutes and johns?
"Enough, enough. I can’t be bothered with this talk right now. Finish eating these, and make sure you clean up nicely before you shower," she said, standing up.
As Qianhui walked away, Zhang Hao couldn’t tell if it was intentional or just her way of walking.
Every step she took, her round buttocks shook enticingly, like the caramel pudding in a dessert shop.
What man could withstand that vision? Zhang Hao felt his little brother stand at attention in protest.
Looking at the mess in front of her, she hurriedly started to tidy up.
He Qianhui hadn’t even undressed yet, and there was Zhang Hao already coming in bare-bottomed.
Seeing that, she knew he wanted to shower together.
"Hey, hey, hey, what do you think you’re doing? Get out quickly, I don’t want to shower with you."
He Qianhui’s mouth was shooing Zhang Hao away, but she didn’t make any real movement to do so.
"I’m feeling uncomfortable covered in sweat, and you take at least forty minutes for a shower; I’m quick."
He Qianhui squinted her eyes, leaning against the washbasin.
She just watched as Zhang Hao turned on the shower and began to spin underneath it.
Scrubbing here, scratching there.
In no more than a few minutes, Zhang Hao had finished washing and He Qianhui saw that he was about to wrap a towel around himself and leave.
She quickly stopped him.
"Hold on, you’re done showering just like that?"
"Yeah, I’ve used up the shower gel already, and I’ve rinsed off all the suds, isn’t that considered done?"
He Qianhui smacked her lips, came in front of Zhang Hao, lifted his arm, and pointed at his underarm, saying he didn’t wash there.
Then she bent down, and with her thumb and index finger, pinched Zhang Hao’s half-limp thing.
"Here, and here as well, you didn’t wash; is this how you do it at home too?"
Zhang Hao raised his head, looking at the bathroom ceiling, avoiding He Qianhui’s questioning.
"It’s a good thing you haven’t mingled privately with other women, other than me. If you bathed like this..."
"I don’t know how many times I would have to run to the hospital. Now, use this and wash properly."
Such a big man not caring about hygiene, it would be embarrassing if word got out.
Zhang Hao pursed his lips, took the shower gel, and squeezed a big blob into his palm.
Seemingly unconvinced, he said to He Qianhui, "All this stuff is chemically synthesized, it’s not good for the body to always use it for washing. Actually, just rinsing those two spots with water is enough."
As soon as the words left his mouth, he met He Qianhui’s indifferent face and said no more.
He rubbed the shower gel in his palms to create suds and scrubbed underneath both armpits.
Then, he moved to the other spot, and right as he was washing there, He Qianhui spoke again, "Turn around and spread your cheeks."
Zhang Hao suddenly felt like a three-year-old kid, with He Qianhui acting like his mom.
"I know, I know, you don’t have to remind me."
To this, He Qianhui shook her head and said, "If I didn’t remind you, you would have wrapped a towel around yourself and gone out just now."
Zhang Hao couldn’t refute that, so he hurriedly washed himself clean, rinsing off the suds.
For some reason, he felt oddly uncomfortable.
Once he was sure he was clean, He Qianhui threw him a towel.
"Go on, go quickly, don’t be an eyesore here."
For a moment, Zhang Hao wondered if He Qianhui was disgusted with him?
Could it be simply because he hadn’t washed himself properly during the bath?
Actually, he was very clean; he just wanted to wash quickly today to give the bathroom to He Qianhui.
Moreover, washing under her watch would make anyone feel shy.
Wrapped in a towel, Zhang Hao sat on the bed. Just as he was about to look up to see He Qianhui showering, he heard a swoosh and the curtain was pulled closed.
"Why pull the curtain, haven’t you seen it all before?"
He had thought she wouldn’t be able to hear him clearly, but the next second He Qianhui’s voice came from the bathroom.
"I just don’t want you to see. What are you going to do about it? If you have the guts, come in here and fight me."
Zhang Hao chuckled, "Don’t think I won’t dare to, but I’ll let you off just for today."
