After Going Viral on a Dating Show, I'm Pampered by All-Chapter 177 - : The Childish Ghost Si Chenli Loved Her So Passionately

In that parked car, the driver was shivering with fear; without even looking back, he could feel the fiery anger radiating from Mr. Si.

After all, for so many days, Mr. Si had been unhappy due to Miss Sang Qiao’s neglect, and now, to hear such news while coming to see his girlfriend.

Any normal man wouldn’t tolerate his girlfriend having someone on the side, let alone a person like Si Chenli, a dragon among men.

When Sang Qiao came down from the office and skillfully opened the car door and sat down, she noticed that the man sitting beside her seemed to have a particularly bad color on his face today.

She thought for a moment and explained, “I’ve been too busy recently, so I haven’t had time to contact you.”

“Hmm, busy with what?” Si Chenli’s tone remained calm, and to the unknowing, it might seem like he wasn’t angry at all. Only the driver knew that the calmer he was, the more it was a precursor to his rage.

“Company artist matters,” Sang Qiao casually brushed it off, in truth she wasn’t that busy.

She just hadn’t made an effort to contact Si Chenli. This was her first time dating, and she had never had female elders to guide her, so in matters of love, she really didn’t understand much.

Aside from occasionally sending him messages, she really didn’t know what else she needed to do.

“Lu Anchi?” Si Chenli mentioned this name unhurriedly; he had already seen him during the shooting of the romance reality show, and the man indeed was not bad-looking.

“Yes.”

“He’s just an artist, does he require your attention in everything?” The man turned his head, his deep gaze fixing on her.

Sang Qiao frowned slightly, hearing the displeasure in his words, and asked in confusion, “It’s not like I’m attentive to everything; are you upset today?”

Si Chenli’s large palm resting on his leg involuntarily tightened, and he was all too aware of how Sang Qiao didn’t like to be controlled too strictly; he withdrew his gaze.

“No.”

“Si Chenli, do you know you are very obvious when lying? Is it because I didn’t come to see you?” Sang Qiao stretched out her hand to turn his face toward her, smiling lightly as she looked at him.

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“Do you call Lu Anchi by his full name too?” The man looked down, taking in the sight of her smiling face in full bloom.

His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly; the young girl had a sweet laugh and was very pretty – he had always known that. If she had people coaxing her, she could easily overwhelm him with a few words.

Sang Qiao couldn’t help but burst into laughter in her heart; this Si Chen must have heard something and gotten jealous.

She felt the urge to appease him, “An Chi can’t really be compared with Ah Li, right?”

“Hmm, from now on he should be addressed by his full name.” The man’s originally indifferent and emotionless face softened a bit.

“Lu Anchi.” Sang Qiao played along with his childishness.

“Better not call me that, it sounds really terrible.” Si Chenli talked nonsense with a straight face.

This time, Sang Qiao really couldn’t hold back and let out a laugh, clear and pleasant; in Si Chenli’s eyes, probably no one’s name sounded as good.

First was that Liang family boy, and then Lu Anchi.

“Don’t laugh,” Si Chenli said, pressing his hand against her soft lips, expressionless.

The driver looked at the laughter in the backseat and was utterly impressed. Is it that easy to make things right? Mr. Si is this easy to appease – just a few words, a single address, and it’s all settled.

Now, he felt thoroughly doomed. He worried that Miss Sang Qiao would start keeping a little puppy one day, and because of a few words from her, Mr. Si might even help hide it.

This time, the driver didn’t head to Sang Qiao’s villa, but stopped at Si Chenli’s private villa.

This was Sang Qiao’s first visit here. The size of the place was comparable to the old house; however, the decoration style differed, as Si Chenli’s villa had an air of lacking the warmth of domestic life.

Too monotonous and simplistic, yet the living room had everything that was needed; only the color of the sofa and table were somewhat oppressively toned.

“Do you usually live here?”

“Yeah, most of the time,” Si Chenli said, without mentioning that he more often just stayed directly at the company. However, since he’d been with Sang Qiao, he had started preparing a room for her.

Si Chenli enjoyed tranquility, so no servants resided in this villa—just a hourly maid who came to clean regularly.

Like now, someone was cooking in the kitchen and would leave without a word after finishing.

After the two had eaten, Si Chenli led her upstairs to see her room.

It was the one right across from his on the second floor. No wonder Sang Qiao recognized it immediately upon ascending the stairs, because other than this room and the one across with distinctly special doors, the others had uniform wooden orange doors.

The black one must certainly be Si Chenli’s, while her own was in a girlish pink.

Sang Qiao had low expectations for the interior, guessing it to be filled with pink.

Yet, upon opening it, she was still surprised; it wasn’t pink, but rather a well-matched palette of light colors that was quite pretty. The wardrobe and the bed, down to the bedsheet, all coordinated well.

The room contained everything as well—the computer desk and chair, bookshelves, and a swing by the floor-to-ceiling window.

Even the wardrobe was opened, though it wasn’t dusty at all, clearly someone came to clean regularly; anyone not in the know might think this was a lived-in room.

“Did you prepare this room in advance?”

“Yes, since the day we got together,” Si Chenli said, without mentioning that he had prepared a bridal chamber even before they broke off their engagement.

Sang Qiao’s feelings were complicated because she hardly ever came here, yet the entire room was ready with everything one could need; it was even more thoughtfully arranged than where she normally lived.

“Get some rest early. Everything in the room is brand new, you can use it freely,” Si Chenli said softly.

“Okay, you too,” Sang Qiao nodded. After Si Chenli left, she couldn’t help but open the wardrobe; sure enough, she saw a dazzling array of clothes, all with tags still on.

The bookshelf was also filled with an array of books, from popular romance novels to motivational works; it was safe to say they had everything.

Sang Qiao could feel Si Chenli’s dedication. He didn’t even need any response from her; he just wanted to be nice to her, even though he got a bit jealous; he was still quite easy to appease.