Bringing the Nation's Husband Home Chapter 85: Who Am I to You? (1)

Chapter 85: Who Am I to You? (1)

Translator: Kingbao Editor: DarkGem

Lu Jinnian didn’t react.

His assistant stayed silent, carefully leaving the ginger tea on the table.

Even though his assistant’s actions were soft, the porcelain cup still made a sound when it touched the table.

Lu Jinnian turned his head at it. He raised his hand, bringing the cigarette to his mouth to take a long puff, and stared out through the full length window. He extinguished his cigarette before turning to his desk. He raised the cup with a single hand and took a gulp. The spicy sensation stayed in his mouth for a long ti until he seed to have recalled sothing. Quietly, he looked at his assistant who was already at the door.

"Anymore?"

His assistant stopped, realizing after a mont that Lu Jinnian was referring to the ginger tea. Assuming that he wanted to drink so, he imdiately nodded. "I’ll go pour more."

Lu Jinnian said a light "yes" before lowering his head to blow at his tea and sipping so more. In a barely audible tone, he said, "Bring so to room 5231."

His assistant paused montarily. ’Who stays in room 5231?’ he wondered.

Seeing that his assistant was still in a daze, Lu Jinnian lifted his head to sweep a cold glance accross him. "Say it’s an arrangent from the crew."

The assistant understood Lu Jinnian’s aning instantly, replying with a "ah" before exiting the room.

It took him about five minutes to return after delivering the ginger tea.

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Lu Jinnian sat in his chair, the cup of ginger tea in his hand still emitting heat. As soon as he heard the door open, he looked at his assistant nonchalantly, asking lightly, "Have you delivered it?"

"Yes." His assistant hesitated before explaining the situation. "But Miss Qiao was not in her room, her assistant Miss Zhao ng took it for her."

Lu Jinnian frowned slightly before lowering his head to take a slow sip of his ginger tea. Before he could swallow it, he heard his assistant continue.

"Miss Zhao ntioned that producer Sun wanted to discuss a new role with her so she is playing cards with him downstairs."

Lu Jinnian’s actions suddenly stopped and he clenched his cup of tea tightly. He stared into the cup coldly and, after about two seconds, he forced down the ginger tea as though nothing had happened. He nodded his head slightly.

"I understand." Lu Jinnian paused for a bit, then continued, "You can go back for today."

A long ti after his assistant left the room, Lu Jinnian placed the porcelain cup back on the desk. He looked out the window with a cold expression for a ti before taking out his phone. His fingers flew across the screen, sending a text out.