Chapter 90 The Fallen White Moonlight Returns Home 4

"Mr. Lu, this..." The assistant blushed and lowered his head in a panic.

Such images stimulate a man's innate physiological senses almost every moment; for every second he looks at them, his heart beats faster.

But the person in front of him was his boss's first love, and there had been many speculations within the company over the years, so it was not someone he could afford to be involved with.

Lu Baichi ignored him, stepped forward, ripped the cigarette out of Xie Rong's mouth, and picked him up.

The person in her arms was very light and thin, with only a little soft flesh at the base of her thighs. She was vaguely picked up and hadn't even seen who it was before she instinctively wrapped her legs around the man's waist like an octopus, rubbing her small, oval face against his shoulder.

"You're back." Even her voice was incredibly soft, like she was pouting at her boyfriend.

"Yes, I'm back," Lu Baichi replied in a hoarse voice, as if responding to himself five years ago.

He hugged Xie Rong tightly, supporting Xie Rong's thighs with his broad hands, and strode up to the second floor.

"I had so much fun today that I accidentally made a mess of your house. You don't mind, do you?" Xie Rong asked deliberately.

Lu Baichi didn't say anything, but carried him into the bathroom.

"Who came?" Lu Baichi asked calmly, putting him into the bathtub, pinching the hem of his sweater with his fingertips and pulling it up.

Xie Rong blinked sluggishly, raised his two cat paws and let the man take off his clothes, slowly reciting a series of names.

Lu Baichi didn't hear any harsh yet familiar names, his expression softened slightly, and he turned on the bathtub faucet.

Xie Rong suddenly turned cold and splashed water all over his head. "You only have so little money in your card, who can afford that? I was treating everyone to dinner today to show off, and it all went to waste!"

Lu Baichi was silent for a few seconds, then said, "That card has no spending limit."

"Oh, you mean I remembered it wrong?" Xie Rong puffed out his cheeks and glared at him coldly.

Xie Rong didn't even look at how much money was in the card; he just wanted to take the opportunity to scam some more money to spend.

That damned Lu Baichi must have done it on purpose.

I was deliberately trying to make him look bad.

Xie Rong grew angrier and angrier. In a fit of rage, she grabbed the man's bespoke tie and pulled him in front of her.

"You think you can laugh at me now that you're President Lu?" Xie Rong grabbed his neck with one hand, her eyes reddening slightly. "It's all because of you, it's all your fault! Why was it my father who died instead of you!"

Without Lu Baichi, the Xie family would never have encountered so much trouble and ultimately gone bankrupt simply because they were hindering the protagonist's path to becoming an overpowered hero.

It was destined that he and Lu Baichi would fight to the death.

No, it's Lu Baichi who dies, and him who lives.

Xie Rong stared intently at Lu Baichi's face, then suddenly began to gently stroke the man's straight nose.

Hot water overflowed from the edge of the bathtub.

Lu Baichi was pulled into the bathtub, splashing water everywhere. Looking at the person sitting on his waist, he said in a hoarse voice, "Xie Rong, you're drunk."

Xie Rong tilted his head and suddenly asked, "I heard your group is working on some new project lately? Is it very profitable?"

Lu Baichi paused. "Who told you that?"

"What, are you afraid I'll find out?" Xie Rong asked sternly.

“I’m just afraid you’ll be taken advantage of by someone with ulterior motives,” Lu Baichi said.

"Take me to your company to see this new project tomorrow," Xie Rong said, lowering her head to kiss the tip of his nose, concealing the malice in her eyes. "Okay?"

That way, Lu Baichi will eventually realize what he's up to, right? Hurry up and hand over that little bit of pain points!

“…Okay,” Lu Baichi said in a low voice, looking down nervously, “I’ll have them ready tonight.”

"Prepare what? Trying to guard against me?" Xie Rong's expression immediately turned fierce.

Lu Baichi propped himself up with both hands, put his tantrum-throwing boyfriend back into the bathtub, and patiently explained, "It's your first time visiting our company, so I wanted to be prepared so it wouldn't be too chaotic."

"Us?" Xie Rong scooped up a handful of water and poured it onto his round, thin shoulders, glancing sideways at Lu Baichi. "Then why don't you change the Lu Group to the Xie Group and give me half of your shares?"

"I'm a man too, do you think I don't know how despicable men like you are?"

Five years ago, the young master of the Xie family regarded money as vulgar, but now, his still beautiful heterochromatic eyes are filled only with an urgent desire and greed for money.

I don't know how much suffering they endured.

How could anyone bear to let Xie Rong suffer?

“Okay,” Lu Baichi said abruptly.

Xie Rong was taken aback, then narrowed his eyes: "What did you say?"

“I said yes,” Lu Baichi repeated.

[Host, has he lost his mind?]

“You little fool,” Xie Rong said with a smile, “this is just a trick by the protagonist to make his white moonlight lower her guard and then turn the tables on her.”

Good or bad!

Xie Rong wrapped her arms around Lu Baichi's neck, their noses touching. "You're so kind. How can I repay you?"

Lu Baichi's breath hitched.

Xie Rong slightly raised her chin, her bright red lips touching the man's pale lips, and blinked innocently, "Is this alright?"

Isn't it just about lowering the guard of that scumbag? He's been through so many worlds, he already knows how to do it.

Not only can it lower a man's guard, but it can also make him obediently listen to everything he says.

"..."

A large hand supported Xie Rong's nape, and Lu Baichi turned around and took his lips into his mouth, biting them haphazardly.

Five minutes later, the kiss ended.

Several buttons on Lu Baichi's shirt were snapped off, his chest heaved violently, and a scratch mark appeared on one side of his neck.

His dark eyes were fixed intently on Xie Rong.

After a few moments of silence, Lu Baichi lowered his eyes and continued to bathe Xie Rong.

Half an hour later, Xie Rong, wrapped in a bathrobe, almost slipped and fell. Lu Baichi carried her back to the room and sat her on the edge of the bed.

Lu Baichi brought a hairdryer and dried his hair.

Xie Rong lowered his head and asked slowly, "Why isn't it done yet?"

"My hair is long, so it takes longer to dry."

"You think my hair is too long?"

Lu Baichi: "I didn't."

"Hmph," Xie Rong snorted coldly, his eyes dark and gloomy.

He doesn't believe it.

After her hair was dried, Xie Rong took some hangover medicine and was then carried back to the bathroom by Lu Baichi. After brushing her teeth, she finally lay back down on the bed.

"Xie Rong."

Xie Rong's eyelids were heavy, and he couldn't open them. Half-asleep, he reluctantly replied with a nasal sound: "Hmm?"

Lu Baichi sat on the edge of the bed, looking at his swollen lips, "If..."

If you don't remember my phone number, if you don't remember me.

She stood there pitifully by the roadside, her snow-white legs exposed, casually picked up from the bus stop by someone. Would she also sit in another man's bathtub, conquering him with her incredibly skilled kissing techniques, which she didn't know who taught her, as long as he could give her everything she wanted?

Lu Baichi then realized that his own thoughts were rather ridiculous.

Five years ago, Xie Rong accepted his confession. Xie Rong just went abroad and lost contact with him, but she didn't break up with him. As soon as she returned to China, she contacted him and said in a pitiful and coquettish tone that it was cold outside and asked him to come pick her up.

So they were actually dating all along, but he didn't know what he did wrong that made Xie Rong ignore him for five years.

Lu Baichi pondered for five years without finding an answer, perhaps because he didn't quite like the flower Xie Rong he used when he confessed his love that day.

Logically speaking, they have been together for five years.

Ordinary couples should have gotten married long ago.