299 Unreasonable

He frowned, finding her rather uncouth. Somehow, her eating mannerism, coupled with the sipping sound when she sucked the noodles, seemed to make that bowl of food more appetizing.

She, who was busy enjoying her food, failed to notice that the man had crept from his seat to her side. He suddenly leaned forward, caught hold of her hand that was holding the chopsticks, and covered her mouth with his. In one move, he effortlessly slurped the noodle strands that were in her mouth into his.

He chewed the delicious food, moving all corners of his mouth in obvious enjoyment of the taste.

She was stunned and then roughly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before she pushed that bowl of noodles in front of him. She had lost her appetite after being teased by him.

"You can have this; I'm not eating anymore!"

"Why? Are you mad?"

"I can't be bothered with you. Go and finish the vermicelli!"

She silently glared at him and headed over to the washroom to dry the laundry, which had just been washed.

He was delighted over her indignant look and went back to the table to finish the remaining noodles with much satisfaction.

When she was done hanging the clothes, the dining table was already empty.

Water was heard splashing from the showerhead inside the bathroom.

Occasionally, the man could be heard cursing.

Having spent a day at the stuffy hospital and having perspired much from eating that heady meal, Mu Yazhe decided to take a shower.

He did not expect to find fault with the water heater, though. While showering, he discovered that the water could only flow, hot and cold, intermittently. This was a grave inconvenience for a young master like him who was used to a good life.

Her mouth twitched. This man had really taken this house as his!

Just as she finished washing the dishes, there was a knock on the door from the outside.

Quizzical, she went to open the door and was dumbstruck by the scene outside.

Standing along the narrow corridor were two rows of expressionless men in black suits.

The two men standing in front of the respective queues walked into the apartment, uninvited, with a pile of clean clothes in their hands.

At this moment, the door to the shower room opened, and he walked out with a sullen face.

His face was dark from having to use the faulty water heater.

The men in suits stood at attention on one side and passed him the clothes. He had a teddy bear bath towel wrapped around his lower body while his upper torso was entirely naked. Water droplets lined his muscular profile in a sexy and charming way as he wiped his damp hair with a towel.

"Hey." She pointed at the bath towel on him neutrally. "That's Youyou's."

Unhappy, he threw her a sidelong glare. "So?"

"My son has obsessive compulsive behavior," she mocked him with a straight face.

With a twitch of his mouth, he could no longer maintain his grace. "Woman, how dare you let my son stay in such a run-down place?"