Chapter 468: Aiding Digestion

Chapter 468: Chapter 468: Aiding Digestion

In the presidential suite on the top floor of the Biyun Hotel in Zhonghai, soft lighting cast a warm glow on the Mediterranean wool carpet, whose intricate and enchanting patterns seemed like vibrant flowers. The air was filled with a subtle scent of women's perfume mixed with the sweet aroma of green tea, creating a refreshing ambiance.

Christine, dressed in a silver-gray silk robe with her golden hair cascading down, resembled a perfect master sculpture, with every curve exuding irresistible charm. Sitting in a leather armchair, Christine held a fine porcelain cup adorned with Yuan blue-and-white patterns, savoring the Longjing green tea delivered by a specialist, and enjoying the serenity of the night.

The tranquility was not because Christine was alone in the room; another woman sat beside her, silent and gentle, like a quietly standing lily, serene and pure. Lin Ruoxi sat in a fabric guest chair, holding a cup of fragrant tea, yet she hadn't taken a sip, seemingly lost in thought.

After a long silence, Christine finally couldn't hold back and moved her lips, asking, "How should I address you? President Lin? Sister-in-law? Or just Ruoxi?"

Lin Ruoxi was taken aback, then asked, "You know him well, don't you?"

"You could say that. Actually, we've only known each other for four or five years, but since he's only in his twenties, it feels like a long time," Christine said nonchalantly.

Lin Ruoxi felt a bit awkward. What did she mean by "only in his twenties" and "hasn't lived long"? Did this woman consider herself a grandmother? Christine seemed to be in her twenties too, didn't she?

Ignoring these thoughts, Lin Ruoxi continued, "I've never met any of his friends. You're the first person I've met who knows him well."

Christine was slightly surprised by this. "He hasn't introduced you to his close friends? They should be eager to meet you since you're his chosen wife."

"That group?" Lin Ruoxi asked tentatively, "What kind of people are they?"

Christine chuckled, "I get it. You came here today to learn about your dear husband, to understand what kind of man he is, or rather, to know about his past, right?"

Lin Ruoxi's cheeks reddened slightly. That was indeed part of her intention. She didn't want to directly ask Yang Chen about his past, which would make her feel awkward. Now that one of Yang Chen's acquaintances had come to Zhonghai, albeit a rather unusual one, Lin Ruoxi couldn't resist her curiosity and came to Christine for answers.

Christine laughed even more heartily. "You're blushing! My goodness, that boring guy chose such an interesting wife. No wonder he picked you as his partner. You're much more intriguing than that old Seventeen!"

Lin Ruoxi, feeling embarrassed and annoyed, suddenly perked up at the mention of a peculiar name. "Seventeen? Who is Seventeen?"

Christine's laughter ceased, and she looked surprised. "You don't know who Seventeen is?"

"Should I? Who is he? Is he important?" Lin Ruoxi couldn't help but ask.

Christine furrowed her curved brows, a playful expression appearing on her flawless face. "Tsk, tsk, has he really never mentioned Seventeen to you? When I first saw you, I thought the reason he chose you was because you have Seventeen's shadow on you. Your appearance, your temperament, especially your eyes, it's as if you're another Seventeen. Of course, you're much more beautiful than Seventeen, but I don't think that's what he values the most. I'm surprised he never mentioned Seventeen to you. Since he didn't bring it up, I won't either, or else he'll say I'm a blabbermouth again."

Lin Ruoxi was silent for a while, her eyes like autumn water, looking at Christine. She said, "Tell me, I want to know who Seventeen is. You have no reason to hide it from me because you've already mentioned it. I think you're not the type to keep things unsaid; it makes you uncomfortable, right?"

Christine was slightly stunned, then a helpless smile appeared on her face.

"Click—"

With a crisp sound, the door was gently closed.

A slender, fair hand touched the switch on the wall, and with a flick, the lights in the old-fashioned house's living room instantly brightened.

Yang Chen shook his finger and smiled. "I'm not that stupid. Be a good girl and wait here. I'll be right back."

With that, Yang Chen flashed out of the room, leaving Mo Qianni standing in the kitchen, staring blankly.

After a while, Mo Qianni came to her senses, stomped her foot, and pouted, "What midnight snack? He vanished in a flash!"

Seeing the door to the living room open again, Mo Qianni could only walk over dejectedly to close it. However, just as she reached the door, Yang Chen reappeared in front of her.

This time, Yang Chen had two plates in his hands.

"Hey, how about this? This is spicy chicken and sizzling beef that Aunt Wang made for dinner. You know Aunt Wang, she always makes more than we can eat. These dishes were barely touched, so I brought them over for you. Just heat them in the microwave, and they're ready to eat," Yang Chen said proudly.

Looking at the two plates of fragrant, spicy dishes in front of her, Mo Qianni swallowed and asked in astonishment, "Did you just go home to get the food?"

It had only been a few seconds. This man had managed to go back and forth between two houses, bringing two plates of food with him? Not to mention the distance of dozens of meters, he also had to climb over walls and get in and out of the house!

Yang Chen nodded, walked into the house, placed the two dishes on the table, and said, "You heat these up first. I'll go get you some rice. Be right back."

With that, Yang Chen dashed off again.

Mo Qianni watched Yang Chen leave, then turned to look at the dishes on the table, feeling as if she were dreaming.

A complex and indescribable warmth filled her heart. Instantly producing delicious food—perhaps this kind of romance could only be brought by this extraordinary man.

After a while, Yang Chen returned with a large bowl of rice and a plate of vegetables. He intended to get more, but Mo Qianni stopped him. Upon careful reflection, silently transporting food like this was indeed a bit peculiar.

After heating the food in the microwave, Mo Qianni sat down at the dining table to enjoy what was more like dinner than a midnight snack. Yang Chen sat across from her, brimming with interest, as if watching her eat was highly entertaining.

In the living room, apart from the ticking of the old clock on the wall, it was silent. Mo Qianni, though very hungry, ate quietly. Yang Chen's gaze on her made her feel sweetly happy yet a bit ticklish inside.

Nearly twenty minutes later, at Yang Chen's insistence, Mo Qianni managed to eat two bowls of rice, and for the rare occasion, she let out a burp, her face turning a bright red.

Yang Chen, ever the attentive one, took the leftover food back. As for whether Aunt Wang would be shocked to find the food gone in the morning, that was not his concern.

Seeing Yang Chen take the food away, Mo Qianni thought he wouldn't return and was about to close the door, but Yang Chen reappeared in front of her.

"You... you're back again?" Mo Qianni pouted.

Yang Chen smirked and asked, "Sweetie, are you full?"

Mo Qianni pouted, "How could I not be, with you stuffing me like that?"

"Since you're full, you should have plenty of energy," Yang Chen's smile grew wider. "How about a little exercise to help with digestion?"