Lu Ruchan didn't lie in bed; she sat by the window. Hearing footsteps, she turned her wheelchair around, her face now calm.
"Are you getting married?" Lu Ruchan smiled.
The room is well soundproofed, but it's not that you can't hear anything.
She had actually guessed it when Lu Lin brought Yan Heqing back for the New Year last time.
Gender doesn't matter, and so does the person in charge of the Lu Group; she only hopes her child will be happy.
Moreover, she also liked Yan Heqing very much; who wouldn't like such a kind and innocent boy, as pure and gentle as ice and snow?
I never expected that Lu Lin would want to get married.
Eighteen is a bit young, but it's still the legal marriage age, so you can register your marriage.
Lu Lin squatted down and rubbed Lu Ruchan's knees, seemingly lost in thought.
After a moment, he gave his answer, "If he's willing."
*
On the weekend, Lu Muchi got up very early, which was unusual for him.
I took a shower at five o'clock, sprayed perfume, and even dressed formally.
Nothing more than the allure of the suit for Yan Heqing.
Lu Muchi was extremely confident; in terms of how well he suited a suit, only his uncle was slightly better than him.
Lu Muchi even cooked porridge.
After cooking it once, he felt he had a real talent for making porridge.
When Yan Heqing arrives, he will have a bowl of delicious white porridge cooked by him. This weekend, they will clear up all misunderstandings and become of one mind and heart.
Thinking of this, Lu Muchi was moved and wished he could immediately push Yan Heqing onto the bed, kiss him until he was breathless, and hold him until he couldn't get off the bed!
Lu Muchi became more and more excited, checking his watch every few minutes.
At 8 o'clock, the doorbell finally rang.
Just as the maid was about to open the door, Lu Muchi rushed to the entrance, tidied his hair, and eagerly opened the door.
Outside the door, Yan Heqing held a painting, and a scent of white musk wafted towards him, mixed with a rich aroma similar to almonds.
It's incredibly cloying.
Lu Muchi creates and loves exclusive perfumes.
In the original story, one of Lu Muchi Lu Muchi's mistresses got out of his bed smelling of this perfume and slapped him ten times when he accidentally entered the room.
Lu Muchi, shirtless, leaned against the bed, lazily smoking, watching the spectacle with a half-smile.
If he dares to retaliate, Lu Muchi will retaliate with even more humiliating insults.
Yan Heqing felt nauseous.
But he simply went into the house calmly.
Chapter 71
Yan Heqing went straight to the second floor.
Lu Muchi subconsciously followed, but halfway up the stairs, he remembered the porridge he had cooked, and then, feeling annoyed, went back downstairs and ran to the kitchen to get some porridge.
Inside the room, two servants were still watching over Xu Qiaoyin.
Xu Qiaoyin was very nervous, her palms were constantly sweating, she didn't know how Yan Heqing was going to take her to the airport.
Lu Muchi not only arranged for people to guard her, but also installed surveillance cameras.
She was sweating so much that even the maid noticed. She quickly went to the bathroom, wrung out a warm towel, and wiped her sweat. "Madam, do you need to call a doctor?"
Xu Qiaoyin's heart pounded violently, and she kept her lips tightly shut, remaining silent.
The two servants exchanged a strange look.
Just then, there was a knock on the door, and it was a boy's clear voice, " Teacher Xu."
Amazingly, Xu Qiaoyin's heart gradually calmed down. This boy, who was only 18 years old, always gave her a sense of security. She trusted him and believed he could get her to the airport.
Noticing the maid's scrutiny, Xu Qiaoyin clenched her fist, trying to appear calm, and said to the door, "Come in."
The door opened silently, Yan Heqing walked in.
Seeing him, Xu Qiaoyin felt more at ease, and she finally smiled, " Xiao Yan, have you eaten?"
Arriving this early, they probably didn't have time for breakfast.
Yan Heqing walked to the bedside, smiled and nodded, "You've eaten." He handed the painting to Xu Qiaoyin, "This is it."
Upon seeing the painting, Xu Qiaoyin's somewhat weary eyes were refreshed, and a faint light shone through them. She took the painting and examined it closely.
It's not really a painting, just an A4-sized drawing with different lines and amateurish technique. It was created by different young artists, who took turns drawing their own version of Teacher Xu.
Big eyes, a high nose, a warm smile, bathed in sunlight, holding a paintbrush in her hand.
The children at the orphanage named their paintbrush " Miracle Paintbrush" because it can draw hope.
Xu Qiaoyin's eyes reddened, and she hugged the painting as if she were hugging her hope.
Yan Heqing didn't disturb her. Hearing a faint noise outside, he turned and went out.
Lu Muchi carried the porridge upstairs, sprinkling it with chopped nuts and dried fruit. As soon as he reached the second floor, he saw Yan Heqing. His joy was palpable. "Waiting for me?"
Yan Heqing said indifferently, " Teacher Xu can't eat anything right now."
"Yours." Lu Muchi knew, of course. He had personally brought breakfast to Xu Qiaoyin that morning, and this time Xu Qiaoyin didn't refuse and ate it all.
Lu Muchi was extremely satisfied; everything was developing in the direction he had planned.
He is about to finalize a major collaboration and sign a contract. His company will reach a new level, though it will be far from being as Lu Group, it will still be a significant step forward. He plans to renovate this villa next month, and he, Yan Heqing, Xu Qiaoyin will live there permanently from now on.
He was a few steps away from Yan Heqing, Lu Muchi's eyes were glued to Yan Heqing. He found that Yan Heqing was becoming more and more attractive lately. As a man, he knew all too well Yan Heqing's allure.
He couldn't suppress the urge to hide Yan Heqing away.
He's hiding in this villa, in a room that only he can enter and exit; no one else can see him.
Lu Muchi forward, his voice hoarse, "I got up early to cook porridge for you."
"I don't like porridge," Yan Heqing refused outright.
Lu Muchi knew Yan Heqing was still angry, and he would explain Lin Fengzhi's matter to him tonight. He smiled and asked, "What do you like? I'll learn how to make it for you right now."
He was joking; he even found cooking porridge troublesome.
Unexpectedly, Yan Heqing spoke up, "Butterfly pastries."
Lu Muchi remembered the butterfly cookies, and a thought struck him. "Were you satisfied with the taste last time?"
Yan Heqing smiled slightly. "It's fine."
The second time Lu Muchi saw him smile, he was immediately captivated by that smile and his heart raced. The butterfly pastries were made fresh by a pastry chef from a five-star hotel, a six-hour round trip from the villa.