Shang Wu answered the phone, her tone cheerful: "Hi, Mark, yes, I just saw the email and was just about to reply to you..."
She was engrossed in talking about work with the other person, unaware that Lu Rang was glued to the romantic movie on TV. Her expression gradually darkened.
Especially when she heard the man's enthusiastic and even slightly solicitous voice on the other end of the phone, and then thought about the chat history she had seen during the day.
Lu Rang held back for two minutes with cold eyes, then suddenly reached out and began to make some restless little moves.
He first gently pinched Shang Wu's earlobe, and when she didn't react, he lowered his head and his warm lips brushed against her neck.
Shang Wu was ticklish, so she instinctively shrank her neck and covered the microphone with her hand.
She whispered to Lu Rang, "Stop fooling around, I'm on the phone."
Looking at her slightly flushed cheeks, Lu Rang felt a surge of jealousy mixed with mischievous thoughts.
Instead of stopping, he intensified his efforts, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her even closer into his embrace.
Shang Wu had no choice but to switch hands to hold the phone and push him with the other.
Lu Rang grabbed her hand, his tone ambiguous and languid, "Awu, I've been taking a bath for ages, how much longer are you going to chat?"
His voice was deep and magnetic, carrying a clear hint.
Mark on the other end of the phone had obviously heard this, and his words faltered instantly. He paused for several seconds before saying somewhat awkwardly, "Shang Wu, you seem to be a bit busy? Shall we talk another time?"
Shang Wu's face turned completely red.
She was both embarrassed and annoyed, and quickly said into the microphone, "Sorry, Mark, let's schedule a time to talk in detail next time. Goodbye."
Shang Wu hurriedly hung up the phone. Before she could even confront Lu Rang, she was suddenly flipped over and pinned to the sofa.
What are you doing?
Shang Wu shoved his shoulder angrily, "I'm talking about serious business. People will misunderstand if you say things like that."
Lu Rang looked down at her, his eyes dark, filled with possessiveness and a hint of grievance: "Does it really take this long to talk about serious business? Was he laughing so loudly on the phone? The whole building could hear him. And besides, he used to pursue you?"
Shang Wu was surprised that he had seen the chat history and kept it in mind. She said helplessly, "That was so many years ago. He just said it casually. Besides, I only contacted him for work. You heard the whole thing."
"Even work is not an option."
Lu Rang bit her lip domineeringly, the force not strong, but with a hint of punishment.
"I don't like the way he talks to you."
His hand gently caressed her waist, sending a shiver down her spine.
"You stingy, jealous brat!" Shang Wu glared at him, but her voice trembled slightly because of his touch.
"It's just vinegar."
Lu Rang, feeling perfectly justified, lowered his head and kissed her.
...
This night belongs to the ambiguity and intimacy between lovers.
...
The next day.
Sunlight streamed gently through the sheer curtains, illuminating the large bed in the bedroom.
Shang Wu was fast asleep in Lu Rang's warm embrace, her cheeks still flushed with the lingering blush of last night's intimacy.
Suddenly, a rapid cell phone ring broke the silence.
Shang Wu groggily reached for her phone on the bedside table, her eyes not yet fully open.
Lu Rang was awakened by her movements, frowned in displeasure, stretched out his long arm, and grabbed the phone before she could.
Cheng Zhou's name was displayed on the screen.
Lu Rang raised an eyebrow, his expression instantly turning cold.
He answered the call without hesitation, not even giving Shang Wu time to react, his voice hoarse from just waking up and filled with undisguised displeasure.
"What's up?"
Cheng Zhou, on the other end of the phone, was clearly surprised that Lu Rang answered. He paused for several seconds before stammering, "Why is it you? Where's A-Wu?"
"She's still sleeping." Lu Rang's tone was icy, with an air of dismissal. "Get to the point if you have something to say, otherwise I'm hanging up."
"Well, it's nothing serious..." Cheng Zhou's voice sounded a little guilty. "I just developed a new matcha mousse and wanted to invite A-Wu over to try it and give me some feedback."
here we go again.
It's dessert again.
Lu Rang was about to reprimand her coldly when he felt Shang Wu in his arms stir.
Shang Wu opened her sleepy eyes and met Lu Rang's disapproving gaze.
She blinked, seemingly understanding what was going on. Instead of getting angry, she looked at him with clear, bright eyes, a hint of sleepiness in them.
The harsh words that Lu Rang was about to say were instantly swallowed back, and the jealousy and anger in his heart strangely dissipated by more than half.
He took a deep breath and said coldly into the phone, "Awu has an important interview today and is busy. Is the food ready? I'll come over and try it."
"Huh? You, you come here?" Cheng Zhou's tone sounded a little disappointed and a little scared.
"What? Not welcome?" Lu Rang raised an eyebrow.
"Welcome! Of course you're welcome!" Cheng Zhou dared not say no.
After all, Lu Rang will most likely be his brother-in-law in the future.
After hanging up the phone, Lu Rang tossed it back onto the bedside table and pinched Shang Wu's cheek in annoyance.
"Satisfied now? All you know is how to help him."
He knew from just one glance that Shang Wu meant to avoid being hostile to Cheng Zhou.
Shang Wu smiled and snuggled into his arms: "Cheng Zhou isn't a bad person. His sister Yi Ting is quite sincere. You should try it and give her your opinion."
Lu Rang didn't say anything, which was taken as an agreement.
After getting up and washing up, he first took Shang Wu to the studio, and then turned around and went to the restaurant.
It was during the morning's off-peak hours, and there weren't many customers in the restaurant.
Cheng Zhou, dressed in a pristine white chef's uniform, was intently decorating cakes behind the counter in the open kitchen.
The warm yellow light shone on his serious profile. His fingers were nimble, his movements fluid and graceful, striving for perfection in every detail.
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