Chapter 103: Restoring Power

What kind of man was Zhan Su, and what sort of status did she have? The two of them were practically incompatible in every way.

But love never cared about status or standing, did it...

Just as Shi Qingqing’s imagination ran wild without stopping, her gaze shifted, and she glanced at the phone in her other hand...

She sprang to her feet at once.

Could she be seeing things?

The battery on the phone was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye...

Thirty, forty, fifty... ninety...

It stopped only at ninety-eight percent.

Her broken phone! It could recharge like this?

Thinking back to the battery recoveries in the past few days, they all seemed to have happened after she had passed electricity through Zhan Su...

Shi Qingqing covered her mouth in shock.

This discovery left her thrilled, devastated, stunned, and utterly unable to believe it all at once...

When Zhan Su saw Shi Qingqing’s strange behavior, his proud brows furrowed. What was wrong with this random nobody? Why had she suddenly jumped up like that?

Was it because of the strange current between them?

This current really was odd. How could he have such chemistry with this random nobody? Was it because of some special constitution of hers, or what? He decided he would ask the family doctor about it another day.

“All right, both of you, the dishes are ready.”

Only when the waiter’s voice reminded Shi Qingqing did she sit back down.

“Thank you.”

The waiter left.

Zhan Su did not move his chopsticks. He looked with disdain at the three plain dishes on the table.

Arms folded across his chest, he asked, “What happened to you just now?”

Shi Qingqing was now overwhelmed with joy, so thrilled she could hardly contain herself.

No matter what, she had finally found a way to charge her phone.

Heh, so that was it: static electricity charging!

Not batteries, not solar power, but static electricity.

Strong static electricity was all it took.

How had she never thought of something so simple before?

Hahaha...

Shi Qingqing was in an excellent mood, and even Zhan Su looked more pleasing to the eye.

“Heh heh, nothing happened. Eat, Handsome Zhan! Winter melon soup is delicious. Come on, pass me your bowl and I’ll serve you some...” Shi Qingqing said enthusiastically, helping Zhan Su pour soup.

Zhan Su was not used to the abrupt change in attitude from her eagerness to sever ties with him just moments ago to this sudden attentiveness.

This random nobody was definitely hiding something.

He did not take the bowl.

Shi Qingqing, in an uncharacteristically good mood, personally scooped some with a small spoon, blew on it, and held it to his lips.

Zhan Su took an unwilling sip.

Yet it seemed... not bad at all.

Not the taste of the soup, but the feeling of being fed so closely by Shi Qingqing.

Ever since he was born, the formula had been fed to him by a male nanny.

This was the first woman ever to feed him.

He did not find it repulsive; perhaps such intimate contact could help his allergy recover sooner.

So he calmly said two words: “Continue.”

Shi Qingqing was in such a good mood that she did not want to argue with the campus heartthrob.

Thus, she dutifully served the young master his meal. Mapo tofu, fish-flavored shredded pork, winter melon soup—Zhan Su alone ate more than half.

Shi Qingqing herself barely had a few mouthfuls of soup.

Everything had to be done by feeding him. Luckily, the curtain separated them, so no one could see.

Otherwise, if the young master’s image as a mentally challenged child were seen by others, it would surely shock a crowd.

Just after they finished eating, Luo Hua coughed once from outside the curtain.

Zhan Su let him in.

“Sir, the library has been completed today, and the auspicious time for the ribbon-cutting is almost here.”

They had originally agreed to have lunch with the board members, but the young master had stood them up like this.

Luo Hua glanced at the dishes on the table—simpler than even their work meals...