"Hello, President. Hello, Madam."
"Hello."
Qin Miaomiao didn’t quite like being respectfully called ’Madam’, always feeling a certain discomfort with the formality. Stepping into the dedicated elevator, she looked at the man and said, "Hubby, who do you think invented the word ’Madam’?"
"What’s wrong? Still not used to hearing it?"
"Yeah, I’ve never gotten used to it. Hey, I think next ti I won’t co up to find you."
Qin Miaomiao spoke, her cheeks displaying a wry smile.
Lu Xing observed from upstairs, noticing the two holding hands as they left, his gaze turning deep. He promptly made a call.
"It’s . Let’s et when you have ti; I have sothing to discuss."
Mo Wenwan looked around, noting that the agreed ti had passed but the person hadn’t arrived, feeling inexplicably puzzled. Suddenly, she recalled the tone in the phone call, sensing that Lu Xing must have sothing important to say.
"Sorry, I’m late."
The man who appeared suddenly before her caught Mo Wenwan’s attention, followed by him sitting down looking serious and speaking his first words.
"This weekend, co with to the Lu Family’s old house."
Mo Wenwan’s gaze remained fixed on Lu Xing without any change. She understood what he was referring to but didn’t feel anything special upon hearing it first-hand. Her mind had so different ideas, so she spoke with a smile: "I ntioned last ti that I want to be your real girlfriend, not acting, not just a bed partner. Have you thought about that?"
"Do you really think being my girlfriend is great? Not everyone can be my girlfriend."
Lu Xing spoke with a challenging look in his eyes.
Mo Wenwan knew Lu Xing’s words were intended to deter her, so she said fearlessly: "What’s wrong with the pressure of being your girlfriend? My current stress is almost at its limit; this won’t make a difference."
"Is that so? Seems like you’re really a woman with strong coping skills."
Lu Xing kept jesting with Mo Wenwan, never giving her a definite answer. He always felt they weren’t suitable, and being bed partners was far more relaxed than being a dating couple, without needing to argue about responsibilities or guess each other’s thoughts, which was ideal.
Mo Wenwan stared at Lu Xing, realizing he was completely different from Lu Qing, too fearful and indecisive about relationships. She remarked helplessly: "You’re a man, are you really afraid of losing in relationships? Even if we break up later, it won’t be you who suffers. I’m not afraid, so what are you afraid of?"
Lu Xing looked at Mo Wenwan, seeing her completely ignoring the real aning behind his words, he reluctantly chuckled to express his helplessness.
Mo Wenwan agreed cheerfully to go to the Lu Family’s old house with him on the weekend.
"I can accompany you, but you need to cooperate with ."
Lu Xing watched her with surprise, feeling gradually helpless inside, then said: "You’re the one who needs to cooperate with . He’s my grandpa, not yours."
"Does it make a difference? He’ll be my grandpa sooner or later."
Her words were clear and straightforward, making Mo Wenwan’s understanding of Lu Xing’s ticulous nature even more apparent. Yet, it was due to his ticulous nature that she grasped an important point.
"Let’s get in touch again; I have other things to do, so I’ll leave first."
Lu Xing’s gaze lingered on Mo Wenwan’s departing silhouette, his heart gradually harboring a sense of nonchalance.
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