Chapter 152 Ramblings (Part 10)

Pei Wu had just finished shopping a few days ago, and the refrigerator at home was full, so the two of them went home for dinner.

After entering the house, Pei Wu changed her clothes, washed her hands, and then went straight into the kitchen.

Lu Xiwen could only do menial tasks such as picking and washing vegetables.

Pei Wu made perfect cuts on a fish, then sprinkled it with scallions, ginger, and cooking wine and marinated it briefly for two minutes. When the oil in the pan was half-hot, she threw the fish in, and the aroma immediately wafted up.

"Hmm..." Lu Xiwen licked his lips with satisfaction.

"Oh right, I ordered a cheongsam from the studio, and it will be delivered to Mom tomorrow." Pei Wu put the pot lid on, silently calculating the time in her mind.

Lu Xiwen started peeling garlic: "Okay."

Because Lu Xiwen still called Tang Qingsu "Mom," Pei Wu followed suit. As for Lu Ye... "Mr. Lu" was enough.

Pei Wu worked hard while cooking, but gradually lost his appetite once the food was on the table. By the time he finished a bowl of rice, Lu Xiwen had already finished three bowls of rice with the still-warm sweet and sour dried fish.

Seeing Pei Wu put down her chopsticks, Lu Xiwen looked up and asked, "Aren't you going to eat?"

"Hmm." Pei Wu sat on the chair with her arms crossed, her glasses still on. The neckline of her gray loungewear was a bit too low, which made her skin look even whiter, and a small patch of her collarbone was exposed below.

The experiences of the past few years have shed all of Pei Wu's timidity. Even when he lowers his eyes slightly to stare at Lu Xiwen, he exudes a chilling possessiveness.

Lu Xiwen slowed down her chewing.

“We do need to repair the barrier in a bit,” Pei Wu leaned back. “We’ve been consuming energy quickly lately.”

Lu Xiwen: "!"

If it weren't for fish tonight, Mr. Lu would have already dropped his chopsticks.

He finished his meal quickly, cleaned up the kitchen for Pei Wu, and then rushed upstairs to take a shower.

Pei Wu went to the next room.

Warm water was poured over her head, and only after closing her eyes did she feel waves of fatigue wash over her. Pei Wu thought that her fever was probably coming soon.

Before I finished washing, I heard the doorknob click.

Pei Wu turned her head, her tall and beautiful figure hidden in the steam.

Lu Xiwen was only wearing a bathrobe. It would have been better if you hadn't looked at him; once you did, you'd think he was no man if he didn't go inside.

Simply repairing the barrier was not an option. When the heat inside the bathroom reached its peak, Tuanzi leaped onto the roof in wolf form, howling like a wolf. Against this backdrop, they managed to force a blush onto Pei Wu's pale fingertips.

When Pei Wu opened her eyes, it was already daylight.

I hadn't even had two minutes to catch my breath when the alarm went off.

Did I sleep all night? Pei Wu wondered.

Lu Xiwen was a real dog, that was his second thought.

Fortunately, the body was filled with top-quality pheromones, and the soreness when I got up was quickly relieved, so the good and bad outweighed each other.

Pei Wu finished washing up and went downstairs, just as Lu Xiwen brought out the preheated millet porridge.

Whenever Lu overdoes something, it's as if his vocal cords have been sealed shut; he tries to stay silent as much as possible, otherwise even the slightest heavy breathing will draw Pei Wu's glare.

He quickly made two rice balls for Lan Zhe and also brought a jar of homemade pickled vegetables. The two of them got into the car and went to the company.

Lu Xiwen remembered what Pei Wu had said yesterday, so he looked at Lan Zhe with exceptional kindness today.

"Want some steak for lunch? I'll pay for it," Lu Xiwen said gently.

Upon hearing this, Lan Zhe nervously pushed the hot rice ball he had just taken towards President Lu, indicating that he was not going to eat it.

"Hiss, you." Lu Xiwen frowned. "Am I such a petty person?"

Lan Zhe: "You are."

"..."

“Eat yours, I don’t mind,” Lu Xi said. “I’m in a good mood today.”

Lan Zhe turned his gaze and saw Pei Zhu typing on the keyboard expressionlessly, with a hint of venting his anger. He immediately understood what was going on and happily picked up a rice ball to start eating.

"Are you going or not?" Lu Xiwen pressed.

After confirming it was safe, Lan Zhe nodded vigorously: "Go."

Toiling like cattle and horses, every penny counts.

"Order that Angelis ribeye medium-rare, and the French foie gras and caviar, bring it all, whatever's the best you can get, don't try to save me money."

"Okay."

Pei Wu was in a low mood all morning.

But as is customary, the weather should clear up by noon.

As expected, Pei Wu got up at the appointed time, her expression returning to normal, and asked Lan Zhe, "Together?"

Lu Xiwen's voice rang out from inside: "Me too!"

It was late autumn and the weather was cold. The sun was shining just half an hour ago, but now it was gloomy and the air was filled with the damp smell of an impending downpour.

Lu Xiwen led the way, his over-the-knee trench coat billowing in the air in a small, smooth arc, followed by two assistants in suits with indifferent expressions. As they walked through the company lobby, they were an unparalleled sight.

A gust of cold wind caused Lu Xiwen to stop and pause.

Then he took off his coat and turned around to drape it over Pei Wu's shoulders.

Office romances have never been accepted, not only because they interfere with work, but also because if a colleague is an idiot and messes things up for you a few times, even if the other person is an angel, you'll still want to punch them to death.

But President Lu and Assistant Pei obviously don't have this problem.

One is top-notch, the other is excellent; when they're thinking fast enough, others can't even see the smoke. Once they've been tricked, it might take them a long time to realize what's happening.

So the current atmosphere in Changrong is: no questioning, no envy, but absolutely no eating dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection)!

Lu Xi looked up triumphantly, only to find that everyone had left.

Lan Zhe pursed his lips, suppressing a laugh.

The three of them went to the restaurant Lan Zhe frequented, where the owner had already granted Lan Zhe the highest level of VIP privileges. While the steaks were being served, he jokingly remarked, "If this restaurant ever closes down, I'll just rent one downstairs from you."

Lan Zhe laughed and said, "Sure."

Lu Xiwen sat in a row with Pei Wu, while Lan Zhe sat alone opposite them.

The restaurant was doing good business, and customers were coming in one after another as it was mealtime. Lu Xiwen poured Pei Wu a cup of tea, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone approaching. Upon closer inspection, he immediately smiled.

But his face showed no emotion; instead, he remained very aloof, saying, "Ran-suke."

Lan Zhe: "Hmm?"

"Your friend is here."

What kind of friend?

Lan Zhe turned his head and saw Zou Xunjing three meters away.

Zou Xunjing was dressed casually in light colors. Without hair gel, he looked even younger and exuded a high-quality appeal from head to toe.

"What a coincidence, everyone," Zou Xunjing greeted them warmly.

Lan Zhe remained silent, but Lu Xi asked, "What a coincidence, Young Master Zou. By the way, is your company located in this area?"

Nonsense, the Zou family's businesses are seven or eight streets away from here.

Zou Xunjing smiled slightly and said, "Of course not, I changed jobs."

Pei Wu: "What did you change it to?"

“An illustration editor,” Zou Xunjing said. “It’s Xingyue Media, just two intersections across from Changrong.”

Pei Wu: "Not at your own company anymore?"

"No, I don't really like business anyway."

Lan Zhe thought of the portrait that Zou Xunjing had sketched with just a few strokes.

"Excuse me, sir." A waiter approached Zou Xunjing apologetically and said, "We're full."

Zou Xunjing looked around and indeed there were no empty seats.

Lu Xiwen kicked Lan Zhe under the table.

Lan Zhu kept his head down and ate, seemingly oblivious to everything.