It was really staring, not just looking.
Yan Zhi felt a chill run down her spine from his stare, and she paused in her chewing: "Isn't President Leng going to eat?"
"It's not tasty." Leng Linli said honestly, a hint of disdain appearing between his brows, even though he had cooked it himself.
Leng Linli also wondered how Yan Zhi could eat that much.
Should I pretend to cater to him?
Yan Zhi nodded frankly: "It is indeed a bit bland, but not wasting food is the greatest respect for it."
To put it nicely, it's called not wasting anything; to put it bluntly, it's called making do!
Is Yan Zhi the same way towards him?
Even if you don't love each other, can you still live under the same roof?
The person she loved most is gone, so she can spend the rest of her life with anyone she wants?
And he just happened to be fairly wealthy!
If Su Rao hadn't mentioned it today, Leng Linli would have thought that Yan Zhi at least loved him, even if not much.
The thought that he was just someone Yan Zhi was settling for suddenly made him feel a tightness in his chest. His eyes gradually darkened, and he said with a hidden meaning, "I'm not like you, who can settle for anything."
Yan Zhi paused in her eating, feeling a chill run down her spine as Leng Linli's gaze fell upon her. Yan Zhi felt that Leng Linli was implying something about her.
Why did he suddenly get angry? What did she do to offend him?
Perhaps, Leng Linli simply dislikes her.
With that thought in mind, Yan Zhi stopped paying attention to Leng Linli and continued eating her noodles, only thinking about finishing them quickly and leaving so as not to get in his way.
And Yan Zhi wouldn't presumptuously assume that Leng Linli specially cooked this bowl of noodles for her tonight!
Leng Linli probably really cooked too much noodles, and the noodles really weren't very tasty. And since it was late at night under this roof, Aunt Nan was asleep, and the only person Leng Linli could wake up to eat noodles was her.
That's all.
Next time, remember to tell Leng Linli to just throw away any noodles that are overcooked.
Leng Linli stared intently at Yan Zhi, a hint of annoyance in his eyes.
Yan Zhi's silence only angered him more. Like a sulking child, he coldly and sternly pressed for an answer: "Why aren't you saying anything?"
"I have nothing to say. What President Leng said is all correct." Yan Zhi suddenly regretted her decision tonight.
Soft-hearted?
Leng Linli has no need for her to be soft-hearted. If she were to be soft-hearted, Leng Linli would immediately have a knife waiting for her.
Yan Zhi lowered her head, suddenly remembering a motivational quote she'd seen a few days ago: Don't chat with your husband in the morning, because his attitude determines your mood for the whole day. Don't chat with your husband at noon either, because his attitude determines whether you can eat. And definitely don't chat with your husband at night, because his attitude determines whether you can sleep well. In short, talk to your husband as little as possible; it'll only make things worse.
Yan Zhi's lips curled into a self-deprecating smile. "Toxic chicken soup is still chicken soup after all."
After quickly finishing her meal, Yan Zhi prepared to leave: "Thank you for the noodles, Mr. Leng, please enjoy your meal."
As soon as I took a step, my arm was grabbed.
Yan Zhi turned around and saw Leng Linli's handsome face, which was tense and cold, with a raised eyebrow and a deep anger hidden in his eyes: "What did you call me?"
"President Leng," Yan Zhi repeated softly, her eyes clear.
"This is not working hours," Leng Lin said sharply, his eyes flashing with danger.
Looking at the man opposite her, who was throwing a tantrum like a child, Yan Zhi could only sigh. If she were 25 years old, Yan Zhi might have played along with his tantrum, but things were different now. Without her childlike innocence, Yan Zhi had long lost that childlike heart.
Let him do as he pleases.
Yan Zhi nodded slightly: "Then what do you think I should call you?"
"..." Leng Linli was choked, the word "husband" was stuck in his teeth but he couldn't utter it.
In the past, Leng Linli didn't seem to mind Yan Zhi calling him "husband," but now, if he said it, it would be as if he were begging Yan Zhi to call him "husband."
But the formal and businesslike title "General Manager Leng" also bothered him!
"Thank you for the late-night snack, Mr. Leng. I really need to go back to my room now." Yan Zhi gently broke free from him and took the opportunity to leave.
"Yan Zhi!" Leng Linli stepped forward and grabbed Yan Zhi's elbow again, a hint of annoyance flashing in his eyes.
Yan Zhi's steps were forced to halt. She turned around and looked at Leng Linli, feeling a little helpless.
Leng Linli's thin lips were pressed into a straight line, his dark eyes were fixed on Yan Zhi, his gaze was obscure, and his face showed resentment and anger.
After a long while, she slowly let go, her voice hoarse: "You don't love me, do you?"
The questions Leng Linli asked tonight were quite a range, almost leaving Yan Zhi unable to keep up.
Yan Zhi was slightly taken aback, but her eyes quickly regained their clarity. She chuckled and lightly raised the corners of her lips, throwing the question back at him: "So, does President Leng want me to answer yes, or no?"
Leng Linli's question is very puzzling. If he doesn't love her, why does he care whether she loves him or not?
Love, maybe it happened, who knows, ha...
Yan Zhi covered her lips, suppressing the bitterness, and smiled casually. When she looked up again, her eyes were clear.
Seeing this, Leng Linli felt a sudden sense of defeat, finding Yan Zhi's carefree and cheerful smile extremely irritating.
The other hand, hanging by his side, was clenched into a fist and then slowly relaxed.
Yan Zhi doesn't love him. Although Leng Linli already knows this fact, he still can't help but want to prove something, even if it's just a slight liking. Otherwise, Leng Linli's pride would be so hurt.
"Can't answer that? Then let me ask you another question, Mr. Leng, do you need my love?"
Yan Zhi launched a desperate counterattack, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.
Looking into Yan Zhizhen's sincere eyes, Leng Linli looked away. He couldn't answer this question either; at least, he hadn't figured it out yet.
As expected, Yan Zhi removed Leng Linli's large hand from her elbow, a faint smile playing on her lips:
"Mr. Leng, I already know your answer. I'll go back to my room now. Please make yourself at home."
After saying that, Yan Zhi bypassed Leng Linli and went straight back to her room.
Leng Linli stood rooted to the spot, watching Yan Zhi's dashing figure. A strange sense of irritation welled up inside him. This irritability had been recurring frequently over the past month, but he couldn't quite figure out why.
Leng Linli frowned, slammed his fist on the stair railing, his face extremely gloomy.
This gloomy atmosphere persisted into the next day.
At 8:50 a.m., Su Rao went around to Yan Zhi's workstation and served her soy milk, turning enemies into friends.
"Thank you." Yan Zhi smiled gently, gracefully accepting the soy milk, clinking glasses with it, and taking a small sip.
"It's delicious!"
Su Rao was stunned. Yan Zhi had managed to make a cup of soy milk taste like fine wine. Su Rao immediately felt that what she had given Yan Zhi was not a cup of cheap soy milk, but an expensive, limited-production wine, and the emotional value of it was maximized!
Suddenly feeling a chill down her spine, the indoor temperature plummeted as if she were standing in a freezer. Su Rao instinctively shivered, but when she turned around, she saw Leng Linli walking in with a cold, dark face.
This CEO Leng, not only does his name sound so fierce and intimidating, but his face has also been just as fierce and intimidating for the past month. He truly lives up to his name...
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