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The man was standing in front of the French window and smoking a cigarette. It was not hard to tell that he was in a bad mood from his slightly furrowed brows.

The Lu consortium building was almost as tall as the clouds. Looking down, people were as big as an ant, as if he could crush them in the ground with a flick of his toe.

His phone's message rang and the man clicked on the SMS interface.

Madame hasn't come home yet, sir.

The man put down his cell phone and took a deep drag on his cigarette, the smoke spreading from his lips and nose.

At the coastal coffee shop.

Mu Yuchen patiently lectured for Li Yang. Unknowingly, the sky outside the window had already turned dark.

When his last syllable was perfectly spoken, he lifted his left hand to look at his watch. The hour hand pointed to eight o'clock sharp in the evening.

The coffee on their table had already run out.

Mu Yuchen asked, "Peng'er, are you hungry?"

Li Yang shook his head. "I'm not hungry."

She had already eaten late for lunch. Although she hadn't eaten anything, she still didn't feel hungry.

Mu Yuchen said with a smile, "But I'm hungry. Why don't you accompany me for a meal?"

Why should she give him, or give herself hope, when he didn't want to get further entangled with her, knowing that two people were no longer possible?

Eight years ago, when he left without saying goodbye, she was in pain.

But when she saw him again, she knew that all the pain was because she had him in her heart.

She had been dreaming, dreaming, he said to her, kneeling on one knee with the flowers in his hands, "Pang'er, marry me."

But now that her dream had been shattered, she should no longer have any illusions or extravagant hopes.

Li Yang opened his mouth to shirk. "I'm sorry, Big Brother Chu Chen. I still have things to do in school. I have to leave first. You can eat by yourself."

Just when Mu Yuchen was about to say that he would send her off, Li Yang's cell phone rang.

It was Si Yu's phone call.

Li Yang answered, "Hello, Siyu?"

Siyu's voice came from the other end of the phone, "Madam, mister is back."

Lu Qimu had returned home?

What was going on? Returning home in three days?

"Okay, I know."

Previously, when she went back to live at school, because she could not figure out Lu Qimu's personality and did not know if he would be angry or not, she told Siyu that if Lu Qimu came home, she would give him a call so that she could get back in time.

However, this was the first time Si Yu had called her in almost half a year.

Recently, Lu Qimu had been acting a little strange.

Li Yang grabbed a bag at the side, bade Mu Chuchen farewell, then hastily left.

Mu Yuchen stared at her leaving figure, his thin lips curling into a line.

Mu Chu Chen got out of the car park and saw Li Yang from afar. It was the peak hour now, so before she could get a taxi, he had already parked his car and was waiting for her.

When she finally got into a taxi, he started the car again and followed her closely.

About 40 minutes later, the taxi turned into a small road in the suburbs. He slowed down, afraid that she would notice and follow. Since the road was far away, he didn't want to lose it.

Lu Qimu sat on the lounge on the balcony, watching as the taxi stopped at the bottom of the building. Li Yang paid the driver and got off the taxi.

Not far behind her, in the darkness of the night, was a black Land Rover. When Li Yang arrived at his home, it immediately turned around and left.

The Land Rover gradually blended into the darkness of the night. Lu Qimu tilted his head and squinted his beautiful eyes.

After a while, there was a knock on the door. He said in a low voice, "Come in."

Li Lang carried the dinner into his room and placed it on the table in his room.

She walked over to him and squatted down. "Why don't you have dinner?"

Lu Qimu spat coldly, "No appetite."

Li Yang frowned slightly. "You have to eat if you don't have any appetite, or else your stomach will feel bad. I brought you dinner and put it on the table. You can have some more."

In fact, Siyu had forced the dinner into her hands so that she could bring it up with her.

said Siyu. 'The mister came home without dinner.

Siyu also said that her husband seemed to be in a very bad mood.

Hearing that he was in a bad mood, how could she dare to say anything else? She could only carry the tray upstairs.

Lu Qimu didn't respond. Li Yang thought for a moment and said, "If you really have no appetite, why don't I tell the kitchen to boil some porridge for you?"

He finally looked at her and said in a low voice that seemed to come from the night. "You do it."

Li Yang said lightly, "Ok."

Then he stood up and left the room.

When Lu Qimu had told her to make the porridge earlier, she had been stunned for a few seconds.

He had always hated her, even the things she did.

Li Yang still remembered that she wanted to shoot "The Best Time to Meet You" last time, but was afraid that Lu Qimu would disagree. In the end, she sent him a text message asking him to go home, then bought some dishes herself and learned how to cook them for him.

In the end, he got angry. Not only did he pour all the food she worked so hard to make into the trash can, he even put The Best Time to Meet You on hold for an indefinite period.

But now, Lu Qimu wanted her to make him porridge.

She wanted to ask why?! But in the end, she did not ask. Since he had already said so, she would just do as he said.

Why so many?

Li Lang went into the kitchen to teach her how to make porridge.

After the previous lesson, Siyu did not dare to casually teach her.

Li Yang told her that Mr. Lu told her to do it, and Siyu's heart dropped.

He patiently taught her how to make the meat porridge with the egg.

Li Yang had not expected that a bowl of porridge would look so simple. There was quite a lot of knowledge within the bowl, and he had to pay attention to the distribution of the proportion, as well as grasp the uniformity of the temperature.

Furthermore, it would still take a long time for it to thicken.

More than an hour had passed by the time Li Yang's bowl of porridge was done.

Siyu carefully scooped the porridge into a bowl and placed it on the dining plate. It was only then that Li Yang brought it to Lu Qimu's room.

The other dishes on the table were already very cold. She put the plate on the table, took out the porridge bowl, and carried it to the balcony.

Lu Chi Mo tilted his head and fell asleep on the reclining chair.

The night wind was cold like dew.

The wall lamp was quietly lit.

This made his appearance even more vivid, and he was so handsome that he looked like a celestial being.

Li Yang couldn't bear to disturb him. She put the bowl of porridge back on the table, opened Lu Qimu's wardrobe, and tried to find a thin blanket to cover him.

He had a special cloakroom, and there was very little in the closet.

She opened the drawer. Her eyes were attracted by a photo inside, and she suddenly took out the photo frame.

The photo was clearly captured. It seemed to be a boy pulling a little girl along as he was quickly pressed on the shutter button.

Strangely, the girl's face had been painted off with a watercolor brush, and it was impossible to see what she looked like. She wore a beautiful princess dress and held a large, rainbow colored lollipop in her hand.

It was the type that she had liked when she was young.

And the boy had an exquisite face, which overshadowed all the surrounding scenery.

However, there was no expression on his face.

It turned out that Lu Qimu had been this cold since he was young.

Li Yang thought.

However, why did she feel that she had seen this face before?

Such a familiar feeling.

This feeling was similar to the first time he saw Mu Chuchen.

He thought about it, but he couldn't come up with anything, so he gave up and put the picture back in the drawer.

As she closed the drawer, she couldn't help but glance at the little girl beside him.

What a strange man, why daub a good picture?

Li Yang rummaged around in his closet, but he couldn't find a blanket, but he did find one.

The wind started to blow harder. She picked up the blanket and closed the half-open window. Then, she squatted down in front of him and gently covered him with the blanket.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

Her pair of beautiful eyes were devoid of warmth.

Li Yang backed up in alarm, but just as he was about to fall backward onto the ground, he grabbed her wrist and yanked her forward.

In the next second, she fell on top of him, pressing her face against his chest, hearing the sound of his heartbeat.

Li-Yang blinked, then blinked again.

Before he could react, he was pushed away from his body and fell to the ground.

A heart-wrenching pain came from his knee.

[What the hell is going on?]

Why did you push her away when you gave her a hand?

It hurt even more.

What Li Yang didn't know was that Lu Chi had pushed her away on instinct, but on purpose.

Li Yang looked at his knee, and it turned red. He estimated that it would turn green in a moment.

"Why are you here?"

A cold voice came from the top of his head, pulling Li Yang's thoughts back.

He probably didn't fully awaken yet, which was why he asked such a question.

Li Yang rubbed his knees as he replied, "You asked me to make porridge earlier."

Lu Qimu asked coldly, "Where's the porridge?"

Li Yang stood up. "Let me bring it to you."

She returned the porridge to its proper temperature.

Li Yang passed the bowl of porridge to Lu Qimu. He didn't take it. Instead, he just sat there, seemingly waiting for something.

She struggled to think for a while before tentatively saying, "I'll feed you then."

Lu Qimu let out a faint sound from his throat, "En."

But Li Yang still heard it. He crouched down in front of him, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, and put it next to his mouth.

Lu Qimu didn't say anything. Li Yang's hand was about to go numb, and Lu Qimu had no intention of eating it.

His eyes were staring straight at her. That strange feeling was as if he was researching what exactly qualified for a product.

The hand holding the porridge spoon was trembling slightly, and his palm was covered in a thin layer of sweat.

Just as Li Yang was about to put his hand back and scoop up another spoonful of porridge, Lu Qimu suddenly reached out and grabbed her chin.

Caught off guard, the porridge spoon in Li Yang's hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

His entire body shuddered.

Lu Qimu pinched her chin and looked around. In an instant, his gaze was shockingly sharp. "Speak, what did you do today?!"

Li Yang's face was ashen. "No, no."

Lu Qimu sneered. "Really?"

Li Yang's lips quivered in fear.

His voice was frosty. "Speak!"