Chapter 57: I don’t Mind
As Lin Xiaoxiao exited the restaurant, a car pulled up, blocking her path.
She recognized it—it was Zhou Ting’s secretary’s car, though he often drove it himself.
Instinctively, she turned to slip away, but she was too slow. His message arrived: “Get in, or I’ll come grab you.”
Imagining his wicked grin, she felt a surge of indignation.
After weighing her options for a minute, she sighed, walked to the car, and slid into the passenger seat. “Didn’t we agree on a week apart? Zhou Ting, you’re breaking your word!”
Toying with his phone, he chuckled. “Little one, I don’t recall agreeing to that.”
Speechless, she turned away, ignoring him—mostly out of fear his beastly side would flare up.
She’d seen his knack for turning the tables, blaming her for “tempting” him when he bullied her.
Noticing her silence, his hand naturally landed on her thigh, the thin fabric doing little to hide its warmth. “Not talking?”
She tried to push his hand away, but it was futile.
Deflated, she glared. “What’s there to say?”
He carried on casually, asking trivial things—any fun school stories? What she ate for lunch.
“Oh, how’s your grandma?” he added.
She replied, “She’s recovering well from surgery. The doctor says she’ll be discharged soon.”
He nodded, playing with her hair down to her neck. “I’ll visit her next time. Have you still not told her the truth? Planning to keep it from her forever?”
She froze, worried. “I don’t know… She’s old—what if she can’t handle it?”
Going from grandson to granddaughter was a bombshell…
He shook his head, disagreeing. “She loves you. That won’t change, no matter your gender.”
His words eased her fears slightly, and she nodded softly.
But then he leaned closer. Her heart skipped, and she instinctively closed her eyes.
Nothing happened—he just reached for her seatbelt, buckling it.
“Little one, not giving me a destination? Or do you want to play car games on the street? I don’t mind…” he teased.
Her face flushed, and she snapped, “Stop talking nonsense! I don’t want that!”
Calming her jumbled emotions, she hesitated. “Take me to the police station.”
He raised an eyebrow, puzzled.
She explained softly, “I want to change the gender on my ID. This can’t go on forever…”
He was surprised. He knew how resistant she’d been to this.
Her decision took immense courage, mixed with nervousness and confusion.
She kept asking herself: she wasn’t a man anymore, but was she truly a proper woman?
“Alright, if you’ve made up your mind, don’t hesitate. I’ll be with you,” he said, driving with one hand while holding her soft hand with the other.
She nodded, her doubts easing. This was a hurdle she’d have to face eventually—now was as good a time as any.
They reached the police station, and after completing the paperwork, half an hour later, they stepped out. Lin Xiaoxiao felt a weight lift.
But then Zhou Ting’s phone rang. Seeing his frown after the call, she guessed something. “If you’re busy with work, go. You don’t need to stay with me.”
He didn’t respond. He’d made time for her, but her words didn’t sound considerate—they sounded impatient.
Annoyed, he hooked her slim waist, pulled her close, and bit her rosy lips hard.
“Mmph…” She winced, her eyes misting over, looking pitifully captivating.
“Heartless little thing. Call me if you need anything,” he growled, heading back to his company.
Touching her lips, she noticed passersby’s glances, blushing with embarrassment. This jerk—can’t he be more discreet when he’s naughty?
Checking the time, she saw it was still early, but with no classes, she felt aimless.
She decided to hit the supermarket for daily necessities. While browsing, she spotted a familiar figure.
Approaching, she tapped his shoulder. “Zhou Yang, shopping too?”
Zhou Yang, debating which instant noodles were cheap yet healthy, jumped at her touch, dropping his items.
Seeing it was her, he frowned. “Lin Xiaoxiao, what are you doing here?”
She picked up the scattered items, noting his irritation, and sighed. “I rent nearby, getting some essentials. You didn’t answer—what are you doing here?”
Glancing at the shelf, she raised an eyebrow. “Buying instant noodles?”
His eyes darted away, and he denied it, pocketing his hands and leaving. “No, just looking.”
Skeptical, she forgot her shopping and followed. “Your dad says you haven’t been home. Staying at friends’ places—isn’t that inconvenient?”
He bristled. “None of your business! Stop following me.”
Ignoring him, she continued, “You don’t need to avoid me at school. I’m not some monster—really necessary?”
His irritation grew at her nagging. Grabbing a yogurt from a shelf, he headed to the checkout.
But when he tried to pay, his phone showed insufficient funds.
Lin Xiaoxiao understood—Zhou Ting wasn’t kidding about cutting his allowance. A weekly stipend was generous, but if Zhou Yang had been splurging, he’d be broke by now…