"Xiao Chu, it’s not that Dad is being picky, but you’re already married and life isn’t as simple as being free and easy anymore. You can co ho for a few days, but staying long-term will cause gossip. It’s not good for you or the Lu Family."
Lin Chu had no chance to argue, she was just shoved into the car.
The driver didn’t listen to her at all, not only dodging her questions with left and right turns, but locking the door, only letting her out at the Lu Family’s gate.
Song Jingyuan saw Lin Chu, and a warm happiness spread across her face, "Xiao Chu, you’re back! This house isn’t the sa without you; Mom feels a bit out of place."
Lin Chu’s talent for playing around was top-notch; she linked arms with Song Jingyuan and batted her eyelashes, acting sweet, "Mom, I haven’t seen you for a few days, and you’ve gotten even younger, it’s giving a crisis."
She never had a mother growing up, but with Song Jingyuan, she truly felt motherly love.
Song Jingyuan gently laughed and patted Lin Chu’s shoulder; she often did this with her own son, very affectionately.
After chatting for a while, she went to the kitchen to instruct the servants to prepare dinner, and Lin Chu started feeling nervous because only Lu Zhengmao was left in the living room.
Lin Chu took out a gift box from her bag, and placed it on the table in front of Lu Zhengmao with both hands.
She pursed her lips and politely asked, "Dad, this is the tea my dad had soone bring from out of town, would you like to brew so for you?"
Lu Zhengmao glanced at the young girl, her eyes full of anticipation, making it hard for him to refuse.
So, even though he just had a cup of tea, he still nodded.
...
Shen Weiyi was injured, so there was no way she could continue working.
Song Jingyuan felt sorry for her, so she brought her back ho from the hospital to recuperate.
To accommodate the patient’s taste, every dish at dinner was very light. Since Lu Zhengmao wasn’t ho, Lin Chu couldn’t piggyback on his special treatnt.
She, who loved spicy food, had tears in her eyes as she ate the bland patient’s al.
Shen Weiyi rarely spoke, almost not at all. Without makeup, although she didn’t look great, a beauty is still a beauty; even sick, she was beautiful.
With gauze on her forehead, she appeared more delicate and pitiful compared to her usually aloof deanor.
Even Lin Chu, as a girl herself, felt sorry for her, "Are you feeling better? Will there be a scar?"
It wasn’t like she pushed her, there’s no need to feel sorry, the simple concern was just courtesy.
Shen Weiyi replied faintly, "There shouldn’t be, thanks for your concern."
After speaking, she went upstairs to her room, clearly not wanting to say more to Lin Chu.
After all, Shen Weiyi almost had her face ruined, and such an incident could put anyone in a bad mood, especially soone in the entertainnt industry, where aside from their voice, the most important thing is their face.
There are many talented people in society now, but not everyone has a naturally beautiful face.
Lin Chu didn’t mind Shen Weiyi’s coldness. After chatting with Song Jingyuan for a while, she returned to the little building.
This was the first ti Lu Huaian wasn’t there, and she slept alone in the room.
She didn’t know if it was because her best friend was bullied or because she was a bit scared, but she couldn’t fall asleep until after midnight.
An City had already fallen into the depths of night, but it was still a sunny afternoon in Washington.
Lin Chu estimated the ti difference; Lu Huaian should be on his lunch break, and since she couldn’t sleep anyway, she dialed a call.
The sound of the vibrating phone of the boss rang out, and Lun Jun stopped what he was reporting, catching a fleeting smile at the corner of his boss’s eyes, and sensibly left the office.
Lu Huaian’s busy work left him with little ti even for lunch breaks, and there was a faint tiredness around his eyes.
Although his features were rare and gentle, his words weren’t always pleasant, "Haven’t I said you should sleep by 11 at the latest? Staying up late will make you ugly; do you want to abandon you?"
A soft voice traveled through the radio waves, crossing countries to reach his ears, "But I miss you, don’t be so fierce."
These natural sweet words seed to wash away Lu Huaian’s fatigue; his thin lips unconsciously lifted into a slight arc, perhaps unbeknownst to him.
"You went back to the Lu Family?"
The man’s deep, magnetic voice was noticeably more pleasant than before.
Lin Chu curiously asked, "How did you know?"
She didn’t ntion it to him...
Lu Huaian tossed aside the pen he was holding, leaned back against the chair, and slightly rested his black eyes.
He stated unhurriedly, "If you were still at the Lin Family, you’d be dreaming right about now."
Lin Chu, "..."
She felt a surge of frustration...
Hugging her pillow, she turned over and grumbled pitifully, "Isn’t it because you’re not considerate at all? I sent you so many texts, and you ignored them all, what else was I supposed to do if not sleep?"
Who leaves for a business trip right after getting married and goes for so long...
Lu Huaian’s phone was practically filled with texts from Lin Chu, from morning to night, several a day.
[I just got up, the weather is terrible, seems like it’s going to rain.]
[Wanwan got bullied, I’m so angry! But that scumbag went abroad for vacation, if I ever see him...]
[Mrs. Song praised again today, saying she doesn’t know what blessing her son accumulated in his past life to be lucky enough to marry .]
[The weather’s turning cold, when will you be back...]
[Lu Huaian, I miss you...]
...
And so on, and so forth.
Sotis it was ramblings that didn’t make sense, sotis it was quiet longing.
There was the unique playfulness of a girl, and a quiet loneliness.
Formal work exchanges were usually conducted by email, and Lu Huaian’s friends weren’t the texting type, they’d usually just call if they needed sothing. Aside from Song Jingyuan’s constant daily concerns, albeit just one ssage, only Lin Chu would send such long-winded ssages.
Initially, Lu Huaian found it dull; he was very busy with work and knew when Lin Chu’s ssages ca in, but didn’t pay much attention.
Without ti during the day, he’d pull them up before resting at night.
If his phone didn’t vibrate during a familiar ti, he’d actually worry if she was unwell, checking his phone every few minutes until he received her ssage, only then would the crease between his brows slightly relax.
He started missing Lin Chu.
"There’s a ti difference, An City is dayti, here it’s night, and you tell at noon that the school canteen food isn’t good. I would receive the ssage around midnight when I’m already asleep, so how could I reply?"
Lin Chu hadn’t considered this issue.
When Lu Huaian was in An City, even if she couldn’t see him from morning till night, she knew he wasn’t far away. But from the day he left for the United States, it was different.
She’d think of him during als, couldn’t focus in class, and even felt restless at night.
Longing is like an illness that started the day he left.
Lin Chu snuggled in her blanket, her small face feeling aggrieved, "Can’t you just say sothing when you see it the next day? I feel like I’m talking to air, I send anything to a telecommunications company, and they at least reply sothing, but you don’t even send a punctuation mark back."
It feels like throwing stones into the sea, with no bubbles coming up.
Lu Huaian hadn’t changed his phone number for ten years.
If she didn’t know the eleven digits by heart, she’d almost suspect she had sent it to the wrong number.
Lu Huaian patiently listened to the girl’s complaints, chuckled softly, and slowly asked, "Lin Chu, are you being coquettish with ?"
Lin Chu didn’t see anything wrong, and answered matter-of-factly, "Mm-hmm."
Isn’t being coquettish with your husband normal?
Hearing the girl’s unabashed response, the curve at the corners of Lu Huaian’s lips grew even more pronounced.
He slowly opened his resting dark eyes, their depths profound and complex, his long fingers lightly tapping the desk, creating a consistent rhythm, stating unhurriedly, "From now on, always take the driver when you go out or co ho, don’t get in a stranger’s car, don’t hang out with Jiang Muzhou. If you do these two things, I’ll find ti to reply to your ssages."
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