Yuren: ââ¦â
That really wasnât the case.
His lean and handsome face harbored an expression of helplessness as he silently recited a phrase to himself, the bottom of his restrained and steady eyes filled with endless tolerance and patience.
On the surface, however, he remained composed, âOh? Why do you say that?â
Lu Mian gave a light âah ha,â laughing brightly, âBecause you guys are always fussing over the smallest things like old fathers, constantly naggingâ¦â
Although, her own father wasnât like that.
âWho else nags you?â Yuren had no choice but to focus on the word âguys,â his long fingers unwrapping the package from MM Ji Restaurant, seemingly chatting with Lu Mian without a purpose.
Lu Mian didnât do as he thought. Looking at the spread of food before her and rubbing her abdomen, which had subsided to a level six pain, she was already content. Nonchalantly and carelessly, she straddled the chair, laughing, âYeah, like my homeroom teacher, Mr. Su, you, and alsoâ¦â
She paused.
Yuren sat down, quietly waiting for her to continue. He could probably guess what was coming, just wondering why she suddenly stopped.
Lu Mian silently took a sip of the red date porridge.
Yuren didnât press her, smiling gently as he passed her a packet of chopsticks, âLast time I saw you staring at the chopsticks, I guess Ya Ling and the others definitely didnât notice these details. Today, I brought them for you.â
âOh, okayâ¦â
âItâs rare for Xiao Qimo to not be next door, which gives me the chance to come over, to avoid any trouble.â
Lu Mian, biting on a red date, moved it to one cheek, understandingly said, âIt must have been Yuanyuan who told you.â
âMhm.â
Lu Mian then moved the date to her other cheek, puffing it slightly, her cool little face gaining a touch of cuteness. She raised her eyebrows, intrigued, âHandsome Yu, Iâve noticed that Yuanyuan is quite attentive to Director Qimo.â
ââ¦â Yuren didnât know how to respond, just as Lu Mianâs phone on the dining table began to vibrate.
He glanced at it, his tone inexplicably charged, âMianmian, itâs Director Qimoâs call.â
Lu Mian spit out the date pit, something flickering in her eyes, she picked up the phone.
One shouldnât speak of the devil; hardly had they spoken when the call came.
She hesitated for a moment, now didnât seem like the right time to answer.
After Lu Mianâs moment of hesitation, Yuren had already stood up, murmuring, âIâll go to the kitchen and find you a small bowl,â then calmly walked away.
Only then did she press the answer button.
The manâs low, magnetic voice came through.@@novelbin@@
âHave you taken your medicine?â
Even through the receiver, Lu Mian could almost see Xiao Qimo pushing his glasses up, his demeanor elegant and composed.
âI have.â
âIt should have eased quite a bit, right?â
Lu Mian nodded, she owed him for his kindness, her tone very gentle, âIf the pain were to be divided into twelve levels, it has now halved.â
Listening to her light-hearted tone, Xiao Qimo felt sure she wasnât pretending, and he relaxed.
âYouâre at home right now, right? The weather has gotten much cooler, wear more clothes, donât drink cold water, donât go to barsâ¦â
He instructed her a lot over the phone, Lu Mian responded to each, she had said it, even the previously aloof Director Qimo had become talkative.
But it was alright, she could distinguish good from bad and listened patiently.
âAlright, Iâve noted everything down, thank you for the medicine.â
The other side chuckled softly, a good mood transmitted through the phone.
The corners of Lu Mianâs lips turned upward as well.
There was a faint, inexplicable atmosphere in the air.
It wasnât until a soft clattering noise from a cabinet came from the kitchen that Xiao Qimo, on the other end of the phone, suddenly had a flash of coldness in his eyes.
That noise wasnât near Lu Mian; it was distant, not made by her.
Soâ¦
There was someone else in Lu Mianâs house!
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