Chapter 430 - Her Meat Wasn’t Tasty
Chapter 430: Her Meat Wasn’t Tasty
When the door opened, Yan Huan walked in and made an OK sign at Wu Bo. Wu Bo bowed, preparing to fetch his note to request a signature.
Lu Yi, his head buried in a mountain of work, didn’t so much as look up.
A man who is engrossed in his work is handsome, but a man who treats his work like his meal is worrying.
Yan Huan tidied up the table before setting a number of dishes on it; braised meatballs, dry-fried beef shreds, fun-flavored chicken, fish-flavored shredded meat, and salt and vinegar ribs.
These were all Lu Yi’s favorites. She then scooped a bowl of rice into a container. Her house was only a 20-minute walk away from his house. Or 5 minutes by car, if there weren’t any traffic. Therefore, the dishes were as though they had just been cooked.
Yan Huan walked over and stood behind Lu Yi. A laywoman like her had not the slightest idea of what he was doing. The A-star mathematics student was tapping at the keyboard so rapidly that she couldn’t see his fingers clearly. A cup sat on the table beside him. Yan Huan picked it up and found the water inside all cold. In this weather, even with the heat from the office heater, the water had been out for too long and was too cold to drink. She emptied it and refilled it with a cup of warm water and placed it beside him. Even after all this while, Lu Yi had not noticed that she was here.
She sat down and made a call to Lu Yi with her mobile phone.
Lu Yi took out his phone. When he saw that the call was from Yan Huan, his lips curved upwards into something that resembled a smile. Despite his bloodshot eyes, he looked fresh and handsome.
“Hey, what’s the matter?” asked Lu Yi, putting the phone to his ears but still tapping away at his keyboard. He reached out for his cup but found nothing. Strange, he thought. Where could my cup have gone to?
“It’s time to eat, Mr. Lu,” said Yan Huan.
Lu Yi heard her clearly, not through his left ear at the receiver but through his other ear.
Lu Yi hung up and looked up. There Yan Huan sat, a smiling beauty beside a table of sumptuous dishes.
Lu Yi quickly put down his phone and walked towards her. He cupped his large, dry palms around Yan Huan’s face.
“Why are you here? Was it cold outside?”
“Nope,” said Yan Huan. Her face wasn’t cold; Lu Yi had warm hands. “It wasn’t cold since I drove here.”
She grasped Lu Yi’s hand and put a pair of chopsticks in it. “Time to eat. The nanny had made all your favorite dishes.”
Lu Yi lifted his wrist to check the time.
It’s nearly one. He had not realized it before Yan Huan said it, but he was starving after the mention and looked at the table of tasty-looking food.
He picked up a meatball with his chopsticks, remembering that it was Yan Huan’s favorite. “Here, eat one.”
“I have already eaten,” sighed Yan Huan. She wasn’t hungry, but she had to eat it now that Lu Yi fed it to her. However, she shook her head at his next offer.
Knowing that she was full, Lu Yi didn’t force her either. She would have eaten if she had enough space in her stomach, but her refusal made it clear that she was bloated.
Lu Yi took the bowl of rice and dug in.
He was indeed hungry. Had Yan Huan not been here, he might have actually skipped a meal and made do with cold water.
He picked up the cup. So there it was. The cup was warm, but not hot enough to scald him. It felt very comfortable in his hands
He put the cup to his lips and took a few sips, then offered it to Yan Huan. “Drink some.”
Yan Huan did as she was told obediently.
Lu Yi took a few more sips, then dipped his head and continued eating. The food was tasty and hot, and most of the flavor had not yet been lost. Most importantly, they were all his favorite dishes.
Suddenly, he frowned, rose, and walked over to the door. Placing a hand on the doorknob, he yanked the door open hard.
Bam! A man rolled into the room, then another, and another, falling like dominos.
“What’s this? You guys want a share of my meal?” Lu Yi narrowed his eyes and gave the people sprawling on the floor a dangerous look. Had he been too nice to them lately? Maybe it was time to teach them some manners again.
“Please do not misunderstand, Mr. Lu,” said Wu Bo, climbing out from the pile of people who had nearly crushed him. Standing upright, he dusted his clothes with a harmless smile on his face.
“Miss Yan had promised to give me a signature, so I came to get it.”
The others quickly stood up and got into a line as well, like kindergarteners queuing for candies. Many eyes stared at Yan Huan hungrily as though they wanted a piece of her.
Yan Huan was not Tang Sanzang—her meat wasn’t tasty.
Lu Yi walked over and stood in front of Yan Huan.
Yan Huan poked her head out from his shoulders and flashed a smile at them.
The charming smile made many hearts skip a beat. Had this woman not been Lu Yi’s wife, and had Lu Yi had not been there, they might have already charged at her and ripped her apart.
Age and gender mattered little when it came to idolizing someone, and the crowd present were all Yan Huan’s fans. They had only recently heard about her getting married, and with none other than Prosecutor Lu. On the surface they showed nothing, but who knows what they thought about it behind his back.
How can their idol be conquered by Prosecutor Lu who was denser than a rock and less interesting than a log? Just what did she see in him?
“Get out,” warned Lu Yi, putting his hand on the door. Lacking the courage to gawk at his boss’s wife, Wu Bo quickly kept his eyes for himself. Bam! Lu Yi slammed the door shut.
He then sat down and continued eating. A few bites in, he reached out and pinched Yan Huan’s cheeks. “It’s pretty tiring to have a wife like you.”
“Hmm…” said Yan Huan, amused. She rested her chin on the table and tilted her head. “It’s not too late for regrets, you know.”
Lu Yi continued eating. Despite what he said, he was in a good mood. However, there was something cold about his smile, something that could hardly be noticed.