Ye Zheng smiled and pulled her inside, "Don’t want to see ?"
"No, of course not." Yuan Yung was completely shocked, "I thought you were supposed to be in Yu City?"
"Why did you suddenly co here again?"
"And your hand... is it better?"
Ye Zheng waved his hand in front of her, "It’s still a bit weak, but it should be fine. At least I have enough strength to hold a spatula."
"...Stop joking around, beauty." Yuan Yung pouted, "I really feel bad making you cook for again."
Thinking about it now, no wonder he hadn’t replied to her ssages. Turns out he had co here too.
Even soone slower and less clever could understand his intentions, especially since she wasn’t exactly slow or silly.
If she kept pretending, it would really seem insincere.
"Why?" Ye Zheng reached out and gently lifted her chin. The feeling was so good that he didn’t want to let go.
Yuan Yung avoided his gaze. Those eyes were too pure, as if they could see deep into his soul. It was hard to imagine soone like him was actually...
She turned her head, trying not to look at him, smiling awkwardly, "I would feel embarrassed!"
The next second, she was embraced by the man, her nose full of pleasant dicinal scents, "If you marry , you won’t need to feel embarrassed. It’s only right for a husband to cook for his wife."
"Beau-beau..."
Yuan Yung’s voice was trembling.
"Be good, call by my na, Ye Zheng," the man whispered softly.
"Alright, Ye Zheng—" Yuan Yung was really not used to things happening so quickly, "Can you let go of first?"
The man, always a gentleman, naturally released her but not before leaving a gentle kiss on her cheek, "Hungry? I’ll make you sothing to eat."
"I ate a lot outside today and haven’t digested yet. You haven’t eaten, right? I’ll help you cook in the kitchen. What do you want to eat?"
The man’s eyes were so deep and affectionate that Yuan Yung felt the urge to escape, and she really did, imdiately running to the kitchen, shouting, "I’ll just whip up sothing. Whatever’s in the fridge."
"Alright—"
Ye Zheng smiled lightly; whatever she cooked, no matter how bad, he would eat it.
As Yuan Yung was working hard in the kitchen, she received a call from an unknown number. Puzzled, she answered, "Hello—"
"Little fatty, do you rember ?"
"..."
"You are...?" Yuan Yung didn’t imdiately recognize the voice, "Are you the director by any chance?"
She would never forget this voice, the voice that accompanied her during her most helpless and needy tis, telling her bedti stories.
Although the voice now sounded a bit aged, it was still just as gentle.
"Yes, it’s . We haven’t seen each other in over ten years. Your foster parents requested that I not contact you before you turned twenty, so it’s my fault for not reaching out."
Yuan Yung held back her tears, "No, it’s my fault. I should have visited you long ago, but... I never did."
"Then co by! There’s a chance this weekend. I’ve invited so others too, just a gathering. Who knows when the next will be? Would you like to co?"
"Yes, of course—" Yuan Yung was extrely excited but hesitated at the thought, "Director, will Little Mo Mo be there?"
"I just called him. He said he’ll co if he has the ti, but it’s not certain yet."
Yuan Yung imdiately started praying, hoping he would be swamped with work over the weekend!
She really didn’t want to see him again.
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