Outside, Lin Fengzhi was still struggling, her face flushed, "Let me go! What right do you have to arrest me! Uncle Lu..."
The sound grew fainter and fainter.
The silence was broken. Lu Lin frowned, closed the file, and asked, "What's going on?"
The receptionist cursed Lin Fengzhi in her heart; if he caused her to lose her job, she would tear him apart! The receptionist quickly and briefly recounted what had happened.
After listening, Lu Lin didn't scold the receptionist, but said in a deep voice, "Be careful next time."
The receptionist nodded repeatedly, turned to leave, but then noticed the gift box in her hand. The lid was slightly open, and it appeared to be a tie. She turned back, " President Lu, this gift..."
Lu Lin glanced at his watch; it was past 7. He put down the documents and said, "Return."
The receptionist nodded, silently closed the door, and left.
Lu Lin pulled out a chair, stood up, grabbed his coat, and then left.
He let the driver go home, then drove himself out of the parking lot and went to the supermarket first.
Tomorrow is Chinese New Year. He will have lunch with the Lu Group family at a hotel, and in the evening he will go to the villa on the hillside to spend the New Year with Lu Ruchan.
The supermarket Lu Lin went to was a membership-based store, where an apple cost several tens of yuan. Despite it being the Chinese New Year, the supermarket was not bustling, with only a few scattered customers.
There's not much to buy; Lu Ruchan can't eat most of the things.
Lu Lin selected some fruits with high water content and low sugar content, as well as several boxes of blueberry kings.
Then I went to the grocery section and bought some candies and nuts that I might not eat, but were on my New Year's shopping list.
Carrying several large bags, Lu Lin returned to his residence in the city center a few days later.
The elevator doors opened, and all the lights in the apartment instantly turned on.
It was unusually quiet.
Lu Lin swept the floor mat over; the boy's sneakers were gone, replaced by neatly arranged beige slippers.
Yan Heqing is gone.
His dark eyes were deep, swirling with inexplicable emotions. Lu Lin changed his shoes and went to put things in the refrigerator first.
I opened the refrigerator; all the fruits and vegetables were gone, the blueberries were gone too, only the bottled water remained.
Lu Lin Songsong his tie and put the newly bought blueberries back in.
As Lu Lin left the kitchen, carrying the things he had bought for Lu Ruchan Lu Lin, he turned back after passing the dining room and headed towards the table.
He put the things down, moved the napkin box aside, and picked up the conspicuous red envelope.
There was a light pink sticky note attached to the red envelope.
The paper contained two lines of neat and upright regular script, just like the printed text. Like the boy's aura, even his handwriting exuded a coldness that kept people at a distance.
The content, however, unexpectedly possesses warmth.
Mr. Lu, I ate everything in the refrigerator; it was delicious. Thank you. This red envelope isn't for your medical expenses; I'll include it in next month's installments.
This is a New Year's blessing for you. Happy New Year!
The signature was a simple sketch of a smiley face.
My thumb rubbed against the smiling face.
Yan Heqing's painting skills are also quite good.
Chapter 45
According to local news reports today, tomorrow may be the first time in nearly a century that it will snow on Lunar New Year's Eve.
Clutching the two bouquets of flowers in her arms, Yan Heqing braved the increasingly heavy snow and ran from the subway entrance all the way into her apartment building.
A black Mercedes was parked across the entrance to the building, its windshield and roof covered with a thin layer of snow.
Yan Heqing remained calm, gently brushed the snow off his coat, and slowly went upstairs.
He walked lightly, and the motion-sensor light didn't turn on.
In the dim light, a scarlet dot flickered on and off at the entrance to the third floor, and a strong, heavy smell of tobacco filled the air.
Lu Muchi smoked the equivalent of six months' worth of cigarettes in one day.
Even without light, he could see every single eyelash on the boy's face.
He pulled out his cigarette holder, suppressing his anger, and said, "I've been waiting for you all day."
His voice rang out and the lights came on.
The orange light instantly shone on Yan Heqing. He was holding the flowers, the chill of the winter night still lingering in his hair. He still went upstairs unhurriedly, saying, "That's your business."
Lu Muchi up abruptly, his pupils contracting sharply. He almost crushed the cigarette between his fingers, then threw it away, grabbed the bag hanging on the stair railing, and tossed it aside.
The bills flew out of the bag like snowflakes, fluttering down in the stairwell.
"I pulled out your thorns overnight, what else are you dissatisfied with?"
Lu Muchi stared at the flowers in Yan Heqing's arms, his teeth grinding together.
He was genuinely angry.
Yan Heqing's phone went unanswered. Afraid of missing Yan Heqing if he left, he stayed there all day, not eating a single thing, even more afraid...
Yan Heqing got into trouble.
He worried all day, only to find Yan Heqing returning with two bouquets of flowers, the source of which he didn't know!
Is it Feng Zhixian or someone else?
Lu Muchi's heart was pounding, and his eyes, like powder kegs, wished those two eyesores of flowers would be burned to ashes immediately.
A few banknotes lay on the upper step. Yan Heqing stopped, his expression calm. "Surgery leaves scars, which need time to heal. I don't have any special talent to instantly appear unaffected."
He looked up and met Lu Muchi's surprised gaze. "Could you please move aside? I've been working all day and I'm really tired."
The dim light fell on Yan Heqing's brows and eyes, making him look truly tired.
He was going to work, not on a date... Lu Muchi's anger vanished instantly. He licked his lips and stepped aside.
Yan Heqing avoided places where there were banknotes, didn't look at Lu Muchi the whole time, walked down the last few steps, took out his key to open the door, and was about to go inside and close the door.
Lu Muchi quickly, stepping forward to block the door. Before Yan Heqing could speak, his eyes flashed, "I'm not going in. I'll say it again."
"I understand what you mean." His gaze was intense. "I'm giving you time to heal your wounds. Also, you need to answer my calls, I—"
I worry that those three words will go around in circles, ultimately leading nowhere.
Yan Heqing closed the door at the same time.
As the goalkeeper closed the door, his clear voice drifted out, "When you leave, please take your trash with you."
Thump.
The door closed.
Lu Muchi glanced instinctively at the cigarette butts scattered on the floor. He pulled out his phone to call the bodyguards to clean it up, then turned to look at the closed door, "..."