In the previous life: A cold, unapproachable gong x a gentle, kind, and cute shou.
After rebirth: A gentle, meticulous gong x still a gentle, kind, but also cold and heartless shou. Lu Zhizhi...
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When Mu Han woke up, he felt a warm touch on his waist. He looked down and saw Lu Zhizhi's arm resting on it. He was lying on his side, breathing evenly, obviously still awake. The sunlight filtered through the gauze curtains and fell on his sharply defined face, softening his usual hardness and making it appear a little gentler.
As soon as Mu Han moved, Lu Zhizhi's eyelashes trembled as if he sensed something. Seeing him about to get up, the hand around his waist immediately loosened, but his eyelids were still glued shut, and he mumbled hoarsely, "Awake?"
"Yeah." Mu Han responded and got up from the bed swiftly. Just when he was about to ask where Ji Lu had gone, he heard the little guy's angry voice outside the door, with a bit of grievance in his baby voice: "I clearly remember sleeping with my sister-in-law last night, how come I woke up in another room this morning? I know, it must have been my brother who did it!"
Lu Zhizhi then slowly sat up, rubbed his brows, and said calmly: "It's too crowded for three people to sleep."
"Brother, you are so bad!" Ji Lu's voice sounded even more aggrieved, as if he had suffered a great injustice.
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The three of them finished their breakfast at the dining table. Mu Han picked up his coat from the back of the chair and prepared to go to the studio, but Ji Lu stood up and grabbed the corner of his clothes to stop him from leaving. She raised her little face and acted coquettishly: "Sister-in-law, don't go."
Mu Han squatted down and persuaded him gently, "No, I have something to do in the studio. If Xiao Lu doesn't mind, will you come with me?"
Ji Lu's face fell, and he said with a flat mouth: "Dad said that I must stay with my brother, otherwise he won't let me come here."
Mu Han thought about it, then reached out and ruffled his hair: "Then I'll come over when you miss me most, okay? I'll be fine after I'm done."
Ji Lu pursed his lips aggrievedly, and finally let go: "Okay, then go and get busy, sister-in-law, and come back early."
Mu Han responded with a smile, turned around and walked out.
Arriving at the studio, as soon as he opened the door, he saw Luo Wanghan fiddling with his hair in front of the mirror. When he saw him come in, he immediately turned around and winked at him: "Hey, Brother Han, you came quite early today."
Actually, there was nothing urgent today, but Wen Cao said he would come over, and it was about time. Mu Han sat down at the table by the window, his fingertips tapping unconsciously on the table.
Seeing that he didn't go upstairs to the studio as usual, Luo Wanghan walked over and sat down on the chair next to him, saying with a smug and confident tone, "Brother Han, are you waiting for someone here?"
Mu Han raised his eyes to look at him: "How do you know?"
"Every time you wait for someone, you sit in this seat. How could I not know this?" Luo Wanghan raised his eyebrows, looking as if to say, "I've seen through it a long time ago."
Mu Han laughed: "Okay, I'm indeed waiting for someone."
Luo Wanghan's eyes lit up and he moved closer: "Who are you waiting for? Do I know him?"
Mu Han shook his head and smiled: "You don't know him."
Luo Wanghan was about to ask more questions when his cell phone suddenly rang. He glanced at Mu Han, got up and walked outside to answer the call.
Mu Han took out his phone, and a message from Wen Cao popped up on the screen: [I'm almost there.]
He sent an "OK" emoji back and just as he put his phone down, Luo Wanghan hung up and ran in. He sat down next to him with an excited look on his face and said in a low voice, "Brother Han, there's a handsome guy outside! He's wearing casual clothes and has his hair in a natural bun. He looks very refreshing!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the studio was pushed open and Wen Cao walked in. He swept his eyes around the room and finally landed on Mu Han.
Mu Han stood up with a gentle smile on his face: "I'm coming."
Luo Wanghan widened his eyes, looked at Wen Cao, then at Mu Han, and after a long while he blurted out, "He...he is the one you've been waiting for?"
Mu Han nodded and motioned Wen Cao to sit down. Luo Wanghan saw this and quickly stood up: "I'll go make tea for you."
After a while, he came over with two cups of hot tea, placed them gently on the table, and said tactfully, "You guys chat, I'll go upstairs to see if I need any painting supplies." After that, he slipped upstairs.
There were only two people left in the room. Wen Cao picked up the teacup and took a sip before slowly speaking with a complicated tone: "He came to City A."
The smile on Mu Han's face faded, and his expression instantly became serious: "What is he doing here?"
Wen Cao lowered his head, his fingers unconsciously stroking the wall of the cup, and hesitantly said, "He said he wanted to develop in City A, and also said... he wanted to sign a contract with Lu Corporation, today."
Mu Han frowned even tighter, and asked with a hint of displeasure: "Did he look for you?"
Wen Cao didn't say anything, just nodded slightly. At this moment, his eyes accidentally swept across Mu Han's hand and paused for a moment - he seemed to have seen a ring just now, how come it disappeared in the blink of an eye?
Mu Han noticed his gaze and subconsciously retracted his hand. He quietly took off the ring and put it in his pocket.
Wen Cao retracted his gaze and asked softly, "Is what's in the news... true?"
Mu Han was silent for a few seconds, nodded, and changed the subject: "How are you doing over there?"
Mentioning this, Wen Cao finally showed a genuine smile on his face: "It's pretty good, and... I also found the feeling of painting before."
Mu Han was about to say something else when his phone suddenly rang. The name "Lu Zhizhi" flashed on the screen. He picked up the phone, but Ji Lu's tearful voice came from the receiver: "Sister-in-law, I miss you. Can you come and see me? I'm so bored here alone. My brother ignores me."
Mu Han softened his tone: "Where's your brother?"
"My brother only cares about work and is mean to me..." Ji Lu's voice became more aggrieved, and he started crying as he spoke, "Sister-in-law, please come quickly."
Seeing this, Wen Cao hurriedly whispered, "Hanhan, since you have something to do, I'll leave first."
Mu Han was about to ask Wen Cao to stay, but Wen Cao added, "I only took a few hours off. I have to go back quickly."
Mu Han had no choice but to nod: "Be careful on the road then."
After hanging up the matter with Wen Cao, he patiently coaxed her into the phone, "Okay, stop crying. I'll be there soon."
Ji Lu stopped crying immediately, and said with a sob of anticipation: "Really? Then sister-in-law, hurry up!"
After hanging up the phone, Mu Han picked up his coat and walked out quickly.
Not long after, he arrived downstairs of Lu Zhizhi's company. Just as he was about to go in, he saw Song Shuchi coming out. Their eyes met in the air. Mu Han's eyes were filled with undisguised disdain, while Song Shuchi had a look of sarcasm on his face, but he didn't say anything, just stood at the door waiting for the car.
Mu Han ignored him and walked straight in. As soon as he entered the hall, Lu Zhizhi's assistant came up to him and bowed respectfully: "Madam, please follow me."
Song Shuchi, who was standing at the door, was so shocked when he heard the word "Madam" that his eyes almost popped out of his head. He was stunned where he was. Could what they said in the news be true? Was Mu Han really together with Lu Zhizhi?
Following the assistant into Lu Zhizhi's office, as soon as the door opened, Ji Lu rushed over like a small cannonball, hugged his legs and raised his face, his eyes shining: "Sister-in-law, you are finally here!"
Mu Han looked up and saw Lu Zhizhi sitting behind his desk reading documents. Hearing the noise, he looked up at him with a gentle smile in his eyes: "Hanhan, you're here."
Mu Han just nodded politely without saying anything. Ji Lu took his hand and pulled him to sit on the sofa next to him, chattering about how "wronged" he had just been.