C29

The morning breeze brought a slight chill, and the leaves outside the window rustled.

The person on the bed shivered as he slowly opened his eyes. His long, curling eyelashes fluttered slightly, as if he was about to spread his wings and fly away.

Last night's hangover had made her dizzy and weak, and the position of her waist ached.

She tried several times, but was unable to fully open her eyes. She looked around through the half-opened slits of her eyes. This was a foreign environment, but there was a hint of familiarity in it.

Where is this?

Li Yang closed his eyes and thought for a long time before an answer flashed through his mind.

It took her only a second to confirm that the answer was correct.

She was now in Lu Qimu's room.

Although she had only been in this room once, it was unlikely that she would not be able to remember it.

But why was she here?

Li Yang could not find an answer, so he forced himself out of bed.

The windows in the room were open, and the wind made the curtains float, making it seem like a dream.

Although it was windy, Li Yang could not smell anything. There was a faint aroma of wine in the room …

Her sense of smell had always been good.

Since she couldn't find her slippers, she stepped barefoot on the floor and went back to her room to clean up.

The door to the room was open, and Lirin went straight in. The young maid was putting on fresh flowers for the vase in her room, and the smell of the flowers filled the room, making one feel slightly better.

The maid saw him and smiled. "Good morning, ma'am."

Li Yang also smiled and replied, "Good morning."

The maid, also carrying a bouquet, said, "I'll go to the gentleman's room and change the flowers."

Li Yang nodded. "Go."

The maid held the flower with a smile on her face and passed by her. Just as she was about to leave the room, Li Lang called out to her, "Wait …"

The maid stopped, "Is there anything I can do for you? "Madam …"

"No, I just wanted to ask, is mister at home?"

The maid had an understanding look on her face, but her smile was still the same. "Sir is in the flower room downstairs."

"Oh …" Li Yang replied, "I understand. Go back to your work."

"Understood, Madam …"

The maid carried the bouquet and left with light steps.

All the maids in the villa seemed to have been trained professionally. No matter where or when, they were always smiling, as if they never had any worries at all.

Sometimes, even Li Yang felt a bit better when he looked at it.

It seemed that people were more likely to be affected by something from the outside world.

Li Yang changed his clothes in the room, put on some light makeup, and went downstairs.

The maid said that Lu Qimu was in the flower room …

Lirin hesitated for a moment, then made up his mind and walked to the greenhouse.

The matter of participating in the banquet had indeed angered Lu Qimu. With his identity and status, she had lost face for him …

If this matter were to spread out, wouldn't others laugh their heads off?

Fortunately, no one knew the true relationship between them. Lu Qimu neither entertained the guests, held the wedding ceremony, or spent his so-called honeymoon with her.

He seemed to be intentionally hiding their relationship, which was why it was completely hidden from the outside world. It was also true, for a double she bought, what was the need to let others know?

Was he going to declare that he could not marry the woman he loved? So all you can do is find a substitute that looks like one?

In this way, no matter how one looked at it, he would lose a lot of face.

It might even become a joke in everyone's heart. Although they didn't dare to say it openly, there would be a few who were not afraid of death and dared to spread it around.

Lirin took a deep breath and stepped into the sunroom.

The interior was filled with a warm air and was filled with flowers. The fragrance of the flowers, mixed with a faint layer of water vapor, was surprisingly pleasant to the nose.

There was a sea of flowers behind Lu Qimu's villa, but he couldn't find a way for some of the flowers to bloom out of season. Thus, he went to great lengths to get a room for the flowers, allowing them to be seen all year round.

Li Yang didn't understand. He was such a cold and detached person, how could he like flowers?

Inside the sunflower room, it was warm and fragrant. Lu Qimu was sitting on a hand-weaved rattan chair, teasing the Samoyed dog that he picked up as he played with it, "Cream".

He threw out the key, and Cream picked it up, and he threw it out again, and Cream picked it up again...

He wore a dark blue house uniform and had a leisurely and relaxed appearance. If one looked carefully, they would even see a slight curve on the corner of his lips …

At some point, a bell had been tied around "Cream" 's neck. As soon as Lu Chi Mo threw the key ring, the bell rang with a crisp and melodious sound as it ran. It was extremely pleasant to listen to …

Li Yang watched her for a while, but Lu Qimu didn't notice at all. On the other hand, "Cream" saw her first, and didn't even pick up the key that Lu Qimu had thrown. He happily ran to her feet and hopped back and forth, seemingly very happy.

After not seeing her for a few months, he still recognized her.

It was said that dogs were the most loyal. It seemed like it wasn't a lie.

Li Yang crouched down and hugged the snow-white body to his chest.

Lu Qimu stood up from his rattan chair. He didn't even look at her, he merely threw a short word at her, "Eat."

Then he walked out of the sunroom.

The instant he stood up from the rattan chair, Li Yang raised his eyes and stole a glance at him. His face had clearly turned cold, not as beautiful as before. She knew that the boredom he felt in his heart had never diminished in the slightest.

Cream rubbed her head against him, as if urging her to leave.

With a helpless smile, she carried the 'cream' to the dining room.

Lu Qimu was already seated at the dining table. His head was lowered as he read the newspaper and ate his breakfast.

His movements were very casual, but it was difficult to conceal the noble aura he carried with him.

Li Lang placed "Cream" on a nearby chair, then she sat across from Lu Qimu.

Lu Qimu was engrossed in reading the newspaper. Li Lang could only see his pair of downcast eyes, cold and aloof.

Today, the housekeeper didn't come over to ask what kind of meal she would like to eat. Instead, Siyu directly served her a bowl of steaming white rice porridge, a few light dishes, and a cup of stewed wine.

Waking Wine Soup?

Seems like Siyu knew she was drinking last night, Li Yang thought, and that was why she was so considerate.

At the moment, her head was still aching and her stomach was not feeling well.

Li Yang picked up the soup, felt that the temperature of his hand was just right, and drank a few mouthfuls.

No one in the restaurant spoke, and Siyu did not dare to make a single sound. Only the occasional sound of the newspaper turning over the pages and the clear sound of the "cream" bell could be heard.

Li Yang picked up a spoon and gently stirred the rice porridge. When it felt less hot, she took a small bite.

The millet porridge was cooked very viscously, almost melting in his mouth. Li Yang carefully raised his eyes, but there was no change in Lu Qimu's actions or expression.

She took another sip of the congee before asking softly, "Didn't you say you were going to stay abroad for a few months?"

However, this person who kept saying that he would be staying abroad for a few months was currently standing in front of her, leisurely reading a newspaper and eating breakfast.

When he finally put down the newspaper, she was caught off guard and met his gaze directly.

The way he looked at her was tiresome, there was even a hint of easily discernible deep hatred in his eyes. "What? I'm back? Are you disappointed?"

Li Lang's fingers, which were holding the porridge spoon, quivered slightly. He quickly lowered his eyelids, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow over her eyes.

"That's not what I meant."

He sneered. "Then tell me, what do you mean?"

"You took care of me last night, didn't you?"

This sentence, from the time she got up until now, she had thought and thought and fried again and again in her mind, finally controlling her brain. Without her consciousness and without any preparation, it uncontrollably popped out just like that.

Last night, even though she was drunk, she had a vague feeling that someone had carried her to the bathroom and blown her hair after she vomited last night.

Then she seemed to vomit again, her stomach was very uncomfortable, someone massaged her stomach, and they even fed her some water, and the sheets seemed to have been changed …

She had thought for a moment that it would be …

However, the moment he woke up in Lu Qimu's room, she knew that he couldn't be the person in her heart …

Then, who could it be?

Li Yang's words were outside of Lu Qimu's expectations.

He was clearly stunned, but he regained his composure in an instant and let out a contemptuous laugh. "Ha!"

His voice was cold and icy.

Li Yang's eyes sank unconsciously.

It really couldn't be him.

How could such caring care be something he did?

He hated her so much that he wished he could torture her at every moment to vent his hatred.

But how could he take care of her?

He would only tear her clothes roughly, treating her as an outlet for his anger.

Not a single bit of respect had been given to her.

It looked like she was drunk …

She was so drunk that she would be grateful if he would pick her up.

But everything that had happened last night, for some reason, was abnormally clear in her mind …

She had always felt that this could not be a dream.

Lu Qimu could see her confusion. It seemed like she wasn't planning on letting this go. If she really wanted to continue, then he could give her an answer.

He opened his mouth coldly. "It's Si Yu."

Si Yu, who was standing to the side, felt that she had been shocked when someone suddenly shouted out her name. "Ah? …"

A sharp gaze immediately landed on her body. She abruptly stopped what she was about to say and smiled, "Yes, Madam. It was Mister who asked me to take care of you last night."

So that's how it is. Li Yang thanked Siyu.

He lowered his head and silently ate the porridge in his bowl.

It was the same bowl of rice porridge, but it was not as delicious as before.

He even felt like he was biting off more than he could chew.

Soon, the congee reached its bottom. Lu Qimu's icy voice smashed onto Li Yang's head. It was clearly a few simple words, but she was trembling with fear.

"Isn't" Young Master "starting today?!"