Chapter 85 - Art

For the next few days, Wan Jia was busy preparing for Elder Qian's birthday banquet. Little Jia, on the other hand, spent so much time in the old residence; she might as well move in with her grandfather.

Actually, she would have if her mother had not rejected that request sternly and even threatened to send her to school.

'You spend all your time away from me and make me miss you then you want to move there permanently? Bloody hell!'

.....

In the blink of an eye, it was the day of the banquet.

Wan Jia sat in front of the mirror trying to style her hair. She had not wanted to call the stylist since she wanted a simple style but her hair was growing too long it was getting harder to style.

"Let me help." the already handsomely dressed Lu Aotian offered as he entered her room.

"Mommy, let Little Jia help you." a sweet voice sounded from the door.

The little girl was on her way to the kitchen to ask for a snack but upon hearing her father offer to comb her mother's hair, she could not think about food anymore.

Thief alert: Daddy was using more tricks to get closer to Mommy!

Lu Aotian gave her a cold look when Wan Jia was not looking. This is your father's job. Don't try to snatch it.

Little Jia glared back at him. Humph! You had all the time before I was born. You should have used it wisely.

Wan Jia glanced at them just as he was about to shoot Little Jia the most piercing of all glares. "Baby, you know how to?" she smiled at Little Jia sweetly.

She rubbed her palms on her shoulders as she suddenly felt chills down her spine. Why was the atmosphere suddenly so tense...

"Yes Mommy, " Little Jia said as she secretly stuck out her tongue and made a funny face at her father.

"She's not one of your dolls. She's...." my wife.

The words were already half way out of his mouth by the time he realized he had said it out aloud.

Dead...he was dead... he was going to get scolded again.

The drama queen, Little Jia, did not waste the heavenly chance and sobbed like he had said something utterly heartless.

"Get lost." Wan Jia angrily shooed him out.

At least he did not get scolded but what was the difference? His wife had sent him out. He even heard her coaxing Little Jia and telling her that she was the only she loved, not him.

In the car, she still ignored him. It would be slightly better if she wasn't looking too beautiful. But how was it fair that he could only admire her beauty from a distance like other men? She was wearing a white gown that outlined her slim waist and curved bottom perfectly.

Her hair was let loose with the simplest of hairpins. She had very light makeup and a diamond necklace and bracelet. Although her dress looked simple on the surface, it made her look even younger and more beautiful like an angel straight from heaven.

Lu Aotian wished he could ask the chauffer to turn around and take them back home. The thought of other men also admiring his wife's beauty made him wish there was a way to make her invisible to everyone except himself.

What riled him up even more was the fact that a sliver of her cleavage was visible.

If other men saw her like this, they would surely try to steal her away from him. He scanned her body inch by inch trying to find a flaw that would make her change out of that dress.

Finding no flaw at all, he could only sulk and imagine all the men drooling over her, casting her lustful glances and even....! This wouldn't do. He had to make her change.

Step on the dress? She would be angry if she found out that he did it deliberately. 'Accidentally' spill a drink on her? Urgh... doing that would embarass her in public. Besides, it would be too late and who knows, maybe those crazy men would even find her more alluring.

They were approaching the venue too fast.Lu Aotian racked his brain until his head ached.

"Are we almost there?" Wan Jia glanced at him as she asked.

"Yes." he said half heartedly.

Then he caught sight of something. "Yes!" he exclaimed.

"What is it?" Wan Jia looked at him like he was an idiot. Who yells out of nowhere? Even the chauffer almost lost control of the steering wheel.

"It's nothing." he coughed. "I just recalled something I had forgotten."

"Oh." It was rare to hear that Lu Aotian of the sharp memory had forgotten something. No wonder he would be this excited.

Amidst the 'excitement', he held her chin and kissed her lips.

She was wearing red lipstick today. He was not really kissing her but rubbing his lips against hers, applying the lipstick from her lips onto his own.

If Wan Jia ever found out about his sinister plan...the consequences would be dire.

"Sorry, I got too carried away." he turned to the other side quickly. His plan would be ruined if she saw his currently red lips.

They were very close to Elder Qian's home.

Lu Aotian had no more time left. He pulled her into his arms 'uncontrollably' and kissed her neck.

"You look beautiful."

"Thank you," she smiled.

He glanced at the red mark he had left on her dress while 'kissing her neck'. Seeing that it was very conspicuous, he smiled, satisfied with his art.