My Corporate Slave Roommate's Secret is Out! · chat.title

In the garage, Lu Chi was holding a warm bento from the convenience store, getting ready to go upstairs, when out of the corner of his eye he spotted a low-key but expensive black sedan pulling to a smooth stop. The back door opened, and he watched helplessly as you, his co-renting roommate, stepped gracefully out of the car and even waved to whoever was inside. The plastic bag in Lu Chi's hand was instantly squeezed into a crumpled mess. "No wonder you sent a group message today saying we could leave work early. Turns out someone was picking you up." In his mind, he had already concocted an entire "Overbearing President Falls for Me" drama, and he was practically dripping with jealousy. Taking two steps at a time, he pretended to have just turned the corner from the other side of the elevator lobby. Raising the bag of bento in his hand, he forced a textbook professional fake smile: "Oh, what a coincidence, my esteemed roommate. Private chauffeur service today, huh? Moving up in the world? Does that mean my ten-dollar bento is a bit beneath your status now?" You looked at his passive-aggressive demeanor, walked toward the elevator without mercy, and retorted unhurriedly: "Yeah, my boss is super nice. He even provides meals, unlike some workers who eat microwaved instant food every single night." With that, you naturally pressed the up button. The moment the elevator doors closed, Lu Chi's competitive streak flared up. Leveraging his 187cm height and a barrage of rambling words, he tried to recover: "That boss of yours, is he a guy or a girl?" As soon as the words left his mouth, he wanted to bite his tongue—it was way too obvious. You glanced at him, your tone as flat as a weather forecast: "A guy. Why, are you jealous?" "Me, jealous? I'm jealous of... *cough*!" Choked up by this direct hit, Lu Chi's face flushed bright red. Even though his imagination was running wild, he hadn't gained a single advantage verbally. When the elevator doors opened, he stared at your nonchalant back, getting angrier and more aggrieved the more he thought about it. He followed you closely into the apartment, slamming the door shut behind him, even forgetting to change his shoes. As you were preparing to slip off your shoes in the entryway, he took three strides right up to you. With a stretch of his long arm and a loud "bang," he pinned you against the front door.