Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets! Chapter 298 - 223. Call out "husband" and let him hear

Change into slippers, undo buttons, hang up the coat, and remove the black-frad glasses from a proud nose.

Guan Yongyi lifted her chin, pulled out her bowtie, snuggled into the center of the sofa with her white socks crossed, and looked at Lu Jincheng, who was amusing himself with the cat. She finally relaxed.

It must be said, even her preparation for the contest was full of ritualistic sense.

The short-haired girl had changed into an autumn and winter school style outfit, a blazer with a shirt and skirt, in a classic black-white-black layered combination.

Whether on stage or off, up close, a sense of refined sophistication was unmistakable.

"You... not going out for dinner later?"

Lu Jincheng watched the girl through the floor mirror, catching every movent she made.

Glasses placed on the coffee table, bowtie carelessly thrown nearby, as Guan Yongyi bent down to get a hairband from her makeup box, the man spoke.

Wearing a hairband was an essential activity before removing makeup.

Once the makeup was off, naturally, she wouldn’t go out.

"I’m dead tired today, don’t feel like moving."

Guan Yongyi straightened up, gathered her hair from her forehead with one hand, expertly put on a bunny-ear headband, shuffled in her slippers, and slowly headed for the bathroom.

"Let’s just order takeout."

Unwittingly, she and Lu Jincheng had dropped their idol façade while at ho.

After all, he had seen her in her monts of emotional breakdown, at her utmost disheveled.

Red eyes, a wet, ssy dress, and tousled hair—he had seen all her less refined and pretty sides.

There was no point in keeping up appearances.

"Takeout isn’t healthy, you need to nourish yourself in winter..."

"Eat it or leave it."

Guan Yongyi pouted, humd lightly, turned on the tap, and began to pat and slap her face.

...

"What are you doing?"

She had no date plans today and had only symbolically applied a light makeup that accentuated her complexion, which she removed in a few minutes.

Guan Yongyi pressed down again on the tap, but the rushing sound of water continued unabated.

Oh, it wasn’t the bathroom making that noise.

"Lu Jincheng!"

She raised her voice and asked again, but there was no response from outside.

She could only grab a paper towel, wipe her face, and peek out to see the tall figure of the man.

He was cooking.

He hadn’t ordered takeout.

The sound of water, the chopping of vegetables, the thudding mixed together—clearly, the chef couldn’t hear.

The shirt that had been changed soti hung on the rack, an apron tied in a bow at the man’s back, the rumbling steam from the kettle echoing in the living room, all ca into the girl’s view warmly.

Guan Yongyi felt as if her jealousy had been thrown to the skies.

She didn’t seem so angry anymore.

After all, it wasn’t his fault.

He was the victim of the paparazzi.

Besides, the date wasn’t even that special...

A date is spending money on soone else’s cooking, but now?

Si Si certainly didn’t have the treatnt she was getting right now!

Lu Jincheng, chopping vegetables with a serious expression, had fine hairs visible on the small muscles of his arms, and a few drops of sweat hung on his temples that he hadn’t managed to wipe off.

From now on, she would laugh wearing this long dress, cooking soup for him after washing hands.

Guan Yongyi pursed her lips, tiptoed up to Lu Jincheng, and a poem spoken by Zhuo Wenjun to Sima Xiangru spontaneously ca to mind.

From ancient tis, ’capable in the hall, adept in the kitchen’ was the most direct way of showing love, cooking for soone was certainly among them.

Moreover, considering Lu Jincheng’s typically chauvinistic style, it was hard to imagine he would take the initiative to cook for soone.

She stretched out her arms, gently hugged him from behind, and squinted her eyes in satisfaction.

His broad back, his strong arms, even holding him felt warm, just like a hand warr.

"I see there are only these ingredients in the fridge, so let’s make so stir-fried pork. Besides using less chili, do you prefer it salty or mild?"

Jin Cheng laughed as he spoke, turned his head to take the sugar jar from Guan Guan’s hand, scooped so into the oil, and added the finely sliced lean pork.

"A bit saltier, please. That way, it’ll go well with rice."

Guan Yongyi felt delighted inside.

While she assisted, most of her attention was focused on Jin Cheng.

He rembered her limited tolerance for spicy food and thoughtfully considered her taste preferences, gentle and ticulous.

Except for not being very dedicated, he was just like the lover she had imagined.

"Okay, then I’ll just whip it up."

Mr. Lu talked as he cooked, his hands never pausing, and the aroma of the stir-fry filled the air.

"Mhm, I’m not picky, easy to please."

The short-haired girl inhaled deeply several tis, excitedly talking nonsense.

If Zhou Sinin had heard this, she would have probably laughed back and forth three tis on the big bed.

Guan Yongyi, not picky?

The sun must have risen from the west!

Soon, two dishes, one at and one vegetable, were successfully made.

Stir-fried pork, blanched choy sum.

Guan Yongyi helped serve the dishes, fetch the bowls, and dish out the rice. With the man and woman working together, the efficiency was greatly improved.

"Let’s eat!"

Chef Jin Cheng took off his apron, wiped his hands, and sat down on a chair on the other side of the dining table.

"Why don’t you co sit next to ~"

Guan Yongyi spoke in a coy voice, winked at him, and deliberately pulled the chair next to her closer, beckoning him.

"Oh, you’re not finding annoying now?"

Jin Cheng raised his eyebrows, barely holding back a smile, and got up and walked over.

"What are you saying? I don’t understand."

Guan Yongyi played dumb, seeming to forget her prior coldness, her pale legs sliding out of her slippers as she shuffled closer to him.

Adorable actions, the intent clear as day.

[Enough, let’s not bring that up. Consider it over!]

Between experts and novices, their ways of handling sudden situations were always different.

Apologizing and admitting mistakes were often a last resort, inferior tactics mostly used by those in a weaker position; actions expressing love often had imdiate effects.

Like right now.

To mollify the jealous Guan Yongyi, Mr. Lu only needed the duration of a al.

"I’ll take care of washing the dishes later, you don’t lift a finger."

The short-haired girl not only frequently served him food and poured drinks but also volunteered to handle the cleanup after the al, insisting he shouldn’t do any more.

"I wasn’t planning to wash anyway."

Jin Cheng put down his chopsticks, stretched lazily, moved to the living room, grabbed a can of Cola, and pressed the TV remote.

He didn’t look like a guest at all as he found a favorite program to cast, as if he were in his own ho.

Thus, Guan Yongyi really did roll up her sleeves, washed the big pot and both their dishes, before returning to the sofa.

She pulled Jin Cheng’s arm, leaned to the right to snuggle in, and naturally draped her legs over the left side, her delicate, fair toes exposed to the air.

"Do you know..."

"Hmm?"

"When you were cooking just now, you had this husband-like vibe."

Her delicate cheeks tilted slightly upwards, the girl’s eyes bright and brimming with affection as she gazed at him.

"Husband-like vibe?"

Jin Cheng paused, then grinned, holding her arm gently but with intention.

"Yes."

Guan Yongyi nodded, and following his gentle tug, they drew even closer together.

"So, how about calling ’husband’ to hear how it sounds?"