Chen Yue's first thought when she thought of Lu Qin was his face, followed by the food he made. She craved both—double the temptation.
Compared to the rich young heirs and business elites around her, who all looked polished and presentable, Chen Yue found none of them as pleasing to the eye as Lu Qin.
No wonder her father, Chen Dahai, with his sharp and picky eye, had said this man was good. He really was outstanding.
Chen Yue took out her phone and sent Lu Qin a WeChat message. "Boss Lu, are you free? I'd like to discuss our company's long-term employee meal orders with you."
Chen Yue could only use business as an excuse to start a conversation. The "Hello," "Are you there?" and greeting stickers she had sent before had all vanished without a trace.
As for meal orders, Lu Qin had told Chen Yue back then that he wasn't considering them for now. Still, Chen Yue had insisted on adding each other on WeChat first.
Two minutes after Chen Yue sent the message, there was still no response. Would calling him directly be too forward? He hadn't replied to several messages already. If she took the initiative and called him now, she would be throwing all her dignity away.
Her manicured nails tapped against the phone screen for a while. In the end, Chen Yue still didn't call and set her phone aside.
That old saying about women chasing men being separated by only a thin veil was nonsense. That was only because they hadn't encountered a peerlessly good man with unwavering resolve. If they were lucky enough to meet one, then a woman chasing a man would still be separated by a mountain.
What Chen Yue didn't know was that Lu Qin wasn't used to