Chapter 52 "From now on... I will try to be fierce to you only at that time."
Lin Che, wearing a down jacket that was so fluffy that it almost wrapped him up completely, looked like a moving warm snowball as he followed Lu Yu out of the president's office.
The exclusive elevator goes all the way down to the underground garage.
Cheng Yi had already parked the black Maybach at the elevator entrance. He opened the door, and Lu Yu naturally protected Lin Che's head as he let him get in first, then he followed suit.
There were only the two of them in the spacious and comfortable back seat. The car started smoothly and drove towards the Lu family's old house.
Almost the moment he sat down, Lu Yu stretched out his hand and covered Lin Che's hand on his leg very naturally.
Lin Che was slightly startled, and before he could react, Lu Yu's fingers had already forcefully and irresistibly inserted into his fingers and held them firmly.
Fingers clasped together.
The man's palm was broad, with distinct knuckles. His fingertips, covered with thin calluses, gently stroked the delicate skin on the back of Lin Che's hand, conveying warm strength and a silent sense of possession.
Lin Che looked down at their intertwined fingers. Lu Yu's palm almost completely wrapped around his hand.
Only then did he realize that Lu Yu seemed to... particularly like this way of holding hands.
It's not just a simple grip of wrists or palms, but a deeper, tighter interlocking of fingers that seems to lock each other tightly.
He tilted his head slightly and looked at the man beside him. Lu Yu was resting with his eyes closed. The lines of his face looked particularly cold and hard under the light and shadow flowing outside the window. Only the hand holding his tightly revealed a hint of unquestionable tenderness.
Lin Che's voice was soft, with a hint of curiosity, "Lu Yu."
"Hmm?" Lu Yu didn't open his eyes, but just let out a low and sexy single sound from his nose, but tightened his grip on his hand.
"Are you usually... really fierce at the company?"
Lin Che thought of the frightened expressions of COCO and Michita, which were very different from what he felt about Lu Yu.
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Yu suddenly opened his eyes, and his deep eyes looked straight at Lin Che without concealing his emotions.
He didn't answer immediately, but instead leaned forward slightly, instantly closing the distance between them.
The crisp scent of cedar mixed with a hint of tobacco on his body suddenly became distinct, completely enveloping Lin Che with a strong sense of oppression.
"Do you think I'm fierce?" Lu Yu asked, his voice very low, with a deliberate, almost teasing magnetism, the ending tone rising slightly, like a feather gently scratching Lin Che's eardrum.
Too close! Lin Che could even see each of his eyelashes clearly!
The aggressive aura hit him in the face, and Lin Che's heart skipped a beat. He shrank back almost reflexively, his back pressed tightly against the soft leather interior of the car door, trying to distance himself from the car from the overly ambiguous distance.
Every time Lu Yu suddenly moved closer to Lin Che, he felt as if he was about to be pressed against the seat and kissed to the point of suffocation.
His cheeks quickly heated up, the tips of his ears were burning frighteningly, and his eyes flickered as he didn't dare to look Lu Yu in the eye.
“…sometimes,” Lin Che’s voice was as thin as a mosquito’s whisper, with obvious panic and embarrassment, “quite fierce.”
The corners of Lu Yu's mouth curled up in a very shallow, playful arc. Not only did he not retreat, but he moved forward half an inch, almost touching the tip of Lin Che's nose, and his hot breath brushed across Lin Che's lips faintly.
"When?" He asked in a low and hoarse voice, his eyes fixed on Lin Che's evasive gaze.
Lin Che was forced into a corner with nowhere to escape. In the narrow space of the car, he felt his cheeks were about to burn. His mind was blank, and all that was left was Lu Yu's pair of eyes that were deep enough to suck people in and his lips that were so close to him.
In desperation, he raised the hand that was not restrained and pushed it frantically on Lu Yu's handsome face, trying to push him away a little.
“Right…right now!” Lin Che’s voice trembled with anger and embarrassment as she spoke quickly and hastily, “When…when you’re kissing someone!”
As soon as the words fell, Lin Che wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
What is he talking about!!!
Lu Yu's movements suddenly stopped.
He maintained the posture of having his cheek gently pushed by Lin Che's palm, staring fixedly at Lin Che's face that was flushed with embarrassment.
After a few seconds of suffocating silence.
"Heh..." A low and pleasant laugh came from the depths of Lu Yu's throat.
He stopped moving closer and leaned back in his chair with a relaxed body. However, he never loosened the hand that was clasping Lin Che's. Instead, he tightened it, and the tip of his thumb caressed the back of Lin Che's hand soothingly and tenderly.
Lu Yu lowered his head, his shoulders swaying slightly as he tried to suppress a laugh. Lin Che watched him smile with his head lowered, the heat on his face undimmed. Seeing his relaxed brows, an indescribable throbbing washed over him.
Lin Che turned her head away angrily, pretending to focus on the street scenes passing by outside the window, but her red ears were clearly exposed to Lu Yu's sight, and even her slightly curled fingers, which were tightly wrapped in Lu Yu's palm, were trembling slightly.
In fact, the throbbing in Lin Che's heart was clearly displayed in front of Lu Yu at this moment.
Lu Yu finally raised his head, his gaze falling on Lin Che's profile as he looked out the window stubbornly, the blush spreading from his ears to his neck.
His Adam's apple rolled slightly, and the smile in his eyes made his handsome face look even more handsome.
Lu Yu's low voice rang out in the quiet carriage, with a gentle and firm tone, "Well, I understand."
He paused, then leaned slightly towards Lin Che again. This time, there was no sense of oppression as before, but a stronger sense of intimacy. His thin lips almost touched Lin Che's sensitive earlobe, and his warm breath sprayed on his ear:
"From now on... I'll try to be fierce to you only at that time."
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The Maybach slid smoothly into the majestic and quiet front yard of the Lu family's old house, its wheels making a slight creaking sound as they rolled over a thin layer of new snow.
As soon as the car stopped, Lin Che almost couldn't wait to open the door on his side, and with his ears red as if they were about to bleed, he quickly "jumped" out of the car.
He needs fresh air! He needs space!
The air in the car was so hot and ambiguous that it almost steamed him.
He had just taken a breath in the cold air, trying to calm his pounding heart and the heat on his face, when a gentle and concerned voice rang out.
"Cheche? Why are your ears so red? Are you cold?"
Song Wanzhi, wearing an elegant off-white cashmere sweater, was standing on the steps waiting for them, holding a brand new smoky gray cashmere scarf that looked extremely soft and warm.
Seeing Lin Che's red ears and cheeks, she felt so distressed that she quickly walked down the stairs.
"You kid, you're getting off the car wearing so little! It's so cold outside!" Song Wanzhi didn't give Lin Che any further explanation and carefully wrapped the soft smoky grey cashmere scarf around his neck, tightly covering his exposed neck and chin, leaving only his beautiful eyes still moist with moisture.
Warmth instantly enveloped Lin Che's skin, which was exposed to the cold air. The delicate touch of cashmere pressed against his skin, carrying a faint, soft fragrance that Song Wanzhi often used.
Lin Che felt a pang in his heart. This long-lost concern, tinged with reproach, yet full of care and tenderness, and the warmth of the scarf seemed to seep into his heart through his skin.
Song Wanzhi, Lu Yu's mother, has poured unreservedly into him the emotion that he longed for but dared not hope for since the first time they met.
Song Wanzhi's worried look and gentle movements were like a warm current that swept away the composure that Lin Che had tried so hard to maintain. The huge emotional impact made his nose suddenly sore and his eyes instantly red.
Almost subconsciously, Lin Che took a step forward, opened his arms, and with an almost aggrieved dependence, he tightly embraced Song Wanzhi, who was still adjusting his scarf, in his arms.
He buried his face in Song Wanzhi's warm and fragrant shoulder, his voice muffled, with a heavy nasal tone and uncontrollable sobs:
"Thank you, Mom..."
He pronounced these three words a little awkwardly, but with great sincerity.
It's not just for the scarf, but also for the unconditional acceptance and love that he has never had before.
Song Wanzhi was stunned by his sudden hug and the tearful "Mom", and then her heart softened.
She immediately hugged the slender and slightly trembling body in her arms, patting his back gently as if comforting her most beloved child, her voice so gentle that it could drip water:
"Oh, silly child, why are you being so polite to mom? Are you frozen? Come in quickly! Mom asked the kitchen to make some hot soup to warm you up!" She stroked Lin Che's hair with heartache.
Only then did Lu Yu slowly get out of the car from the other side and close the door. He stood beside the car, quietly watching the two people hugging each other at the bottom of the stairs.
The mother's face was filled with undisguised heartache and love, and Lin Che, like a little animal that had finally found a haven, snuggled tightly in his mother's arms. The exposed tips of his ears were still red, but his fragility and dependence were extremely real.
In Lu Yu's deep eyes, the teasing and mischief that had just appeared in the car had long since faded away, leaving only a quiet, almost gentle warmth.
He watched Lin Che let down her guard in her mother's arms, and heard his sincere "Mom", and a corner deep in his heart became unusually soft.
Lu Yu did not step forward to disturb this warm scene, but just waited quietly with a very faint but very real arc on the corner of his mouth.
Cheng Yi parked the car and stood not far away, silently watching this heartwarming scene, with the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.
It seems that Mr. Lin has truly found a sense of belonging in this family.
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Little Lu Yu'an was excitedly pulling his new aunt together to build a giant Lego castle. The energetic little fellow directed Lin Che to find various shaped pieces and had a blast.
Lin Che patiently accompanied Yu An. The two of them, one big and one small, squatted on the carpet, piling up colorful plastic blocks.
The sounds of Song Wanzhi and Aunt Qu busying around in the kitchen could be heard, as well as the faint aroma of food wafting out.
Lin Che looked at Yu An's serious face and listened to the noises in the kitchen. The urge to help came back to her.
He was just about to stand up and sneak into the kitchen under the pretext of washing his hands to see if he could do something, when a big warm hand pressed directly on his shoulder without any explanation.
Lin Che raised his head and met Lu Yu's deep eyes. Lu Yu had walked behind him without him noticing, and his tall figure loomed over him.
"Play with An An." Lu Yu's voice was low, his eyes sweeping over Lin Che's dusty fingertips and sparkling eyes. "The kitchen is heavy with fumes."
“But…” Lin Che still wanted to fight for it.
"No buts." Lu Yu simply interrupted him, pressed his hand on his shoulder with a little force, pushed him back onto the carpet to sit firmly, then stretched out his long legs and walked straight to the kitchen.
Lin Che watched Lu Yu's tall figure disappear at the kitchen door, and pouted helplessly with a hint of sweetness. She had no choice but to continue to resign herself to her fate and hand the parts to the excited little Yu'an.
In the kitchen, Song Wanzhi and Aunt Qu were working in perfect harmony to prepare the freshly steamed hairy crabs, filling the house with the aroma of freshness.
Seeing her son Lu Yu walk in with his shirt sleeves rolled up, Song Wanzhi was so surprised that she almost dropped the ginger vinegar dish in her hand.
"Huh? The sun's rising from the west?" Song Wanzhi quipped. She knew her son all too well. He was the type who never got involved in household chores, his focus solely on documents and projects. "How come President Lu has the time to visit our little kitchen today?"
Lu Yu ignored his mother's teasing and his eyes fell on the large plate of red, steaming crabs.
He picked one up naturally, opened the crab shell with swift movements, picked up the crab claws next to it, and with a "click", he removed a fat crab leg with a clean and neat technique.
"If I don't move," Lu Yu said as he unpacked the crab legs, without looking up, his tone as flat as if he was stating an objective fact, "my wife will rush in."
Song Wanzhi was stunned for a moment, then she reacted and couldn't help but burst out laughing. The corners of her eyes and eyebrows were filled with smiles and understanding.
She reached out her hand in a scolding manner, and symbolically patted Lu Yu's sturdy arm with infinite doting: "You little brat! Do you know how to care for others? Cheche is sensible! Not like you!"
Lu Yu curled up the corners of his mouth slightly, but without saying anything, he continued to concentrate on peeling the crab, his movements becoming more skillful.
Aunt Qu watched from the side, also smiling, feeling happy for Lin Che.
Dinner was served, rich and heartwarming.
Steamed hairy crabs, steaming chicken soup, Song Wanzhi's signature braised spareribs, and refreshing seasonal vegetables...
The family sat together happily. Little Lu Yuan sat in the high chair, eating with his own little spoon until his mouth was covered in grease.
Halfway through the meal, Aunt Qu brought over a small, exquisite white porcelain wine pot and a few small wine glasses. She smiled and said, "Everyone, come and have a drink of my newly brewed osmanthus wine. It's made with fresh osmanthus flowers picked in autumn, and not too much sugar. It's very sweet."
She looked at Lin Che specifically, "Xiao Che, this wine has a very low alcohol content. It's not as strong as rice wine, and it's sweet like a drink. If you really can't stand rice wine, you can try this. Crabs are cold in nature, so drinking some osmanthus wine will warm you up and neutralize the cold."
Lin Che's eyes lit up. He had no resistance to sweet things and nodded quickly, "Thank you, Aunt Qu! It smells so good!"
He looked at the clear, slightly yellow wine with bits of osmanthus crumbs curiously, eager to try it.
Lu Yu was helping Lin Che peel the crab meat. Upon hearing this, he looked up at the wine jug, then at Lin Che's sparkling eyes that were filled with the desire to drink. Thinking that Aunt Qu said the alcohol content was very low, he didn't pay much attention to it. He just whispered, "Drink slowly."
"Hmm!" Lin Che responded obediently and carefully poured herself a small cup.
The golden liquid ripples in the cup, and the rich fragrance of osmanthus mixed with the faint aroma of wine wafts into the air.
He took a sip and found it was just as Aunt Qu said. It was sweet and refreshing with the fragrance of osmanthus. He could hardly taste any alcohol. It just tasted like delicious sweet water.
"It's delicious!" Lin Che couldn't help but admire it, his eyes curved into crescents.
He was already relaxed, and the sweet "drink" was so smooth that before he knew it, he had finished one cup. Still not satisfied, he poured himself another small cup.
Lu Yu looked at him and saw that he looked as satisfied as a kitten that had drunk some honey. He thought it was cute and just let him go.
He continued to concentrate on removing the crab meat, carefully piling the snow-white and tender crab meat on the small plate in front of Lin Che, and moved the empty glass of osmanthus wine in front of him a little to prevent him from touching it.
Song Wanzhi also smiled and advised Lin Che to eat more food to fill his stomach.
Lin Che ate the crab meat that Lu Yu had prepared while sipping his second cup of osmanthus wine.
The sweet taste made him feel happy and warm.
But as he was eating, he felt that the warmth seemed a bit too much. His cheeks were hot and the light in front of him seemed to become a little hazy. The action of Lu Yu peeling the crab seemed to have a double image in his eyes?
He shook his head, trying to clear his head, but it felt even heavier.
A warm feeling spread in my stomach, but my limbs felt a little weak.
"Cheche?" Song Wanzhi was the first to notice something was wrong and called out to Lin Che worriedly.
Lin Che's originally clear eyes were now covered with a layer of mist, and his gaze was a little blurry. Two unusually obvious blushes appeared on his fair cheeks, and even his small earlobes were red. His hand holding the chopsticks seemed a little unsteady.
"Cheche?" Lu Yu also immediately noticed something unusual, stopped what he was doing, and turned his head to look at the person next to him.
Lin Che was seen trying hard to open his eyes wide, trying to see the crab meat on the plate clearly. His long eyelashes fluttered like a small fan, but his eyes were obviously out of focus, with a confused look.
"Hmm?" Lin Che replied slowly, turning his head to look at Lu Yu a little late. His movements became slow, and his eyes tried hard to focus on Lu Yu's face, but it seemed a bit difficult.
He tilted his head slightly and looked for several seconds before he seemed to finally recognize the person in front of him. Then, he gave Lu Yu an unguarded, silly smile that was full of drunkenness and dependence.
"Lu Yu..." He called out softly and vaguely, his voice softer than usual, with a bit of a coquettish nasal tone.
Lu Yu's heart skipped a beat, and he understood instantly - this "very low-alcohol" osmanthus wine had an aftereffect!
Judging from Lin Che's reaction, it was obvious that his alcohol tolerance was extremely poor!
"Cheche? How much did you drink?" Lu Yu put down his crab claws, his voice lowered, a hint of subtle nervousness in his voice. He reached out to touch Lin Che's burning cheek.
Lin Che didn't seem to hear his question clearly. He just felt Lu Yu's hand reaching out. He subconsciously rubbed his slightly hot cheek against Lu Yu's slightly cool palm, like a cat seeking comfort, mumbling vaguely: "...delicious...sweet..."
Song Wanzhi and Aunt Qu looked at each other and saw surprise and a hint of amusement in each other's eyes.
Aunt Qu slapped her thigh and said, "Ouch! Look at my bad memory! I forgot to remind Xiao Che that this sweet osmanthus wine tastes sweet, but it does have a bit of an aftereffect! Blame it on me, blame it on me!"
Lu Yu looked at Lin Che in front of him, who had a hazy look in his eyes, flushed cheeks, and only knew how to rub his palm foolishly. He felt distressed and helpless.
He didn't care about the crabs anymore. He immediately took a tissue to wipe his hands clean. Then, he gently supported Lin Che's slightly hot neck with one hand, and with the other hand, he reached around his knees and lifted him up sideways!
"Mom, Aunt Qu, I'll take him upstairs to rest first." Lu Yu's voice was still steady, but looking at Lin Che in his arms, who was like a drunk kitten, burying his face in his neck and rubbing against it subconsciously, he was indeed careless.
Song Wanzhi watched her son carrying Lin Che upstairs. She couldn't help but smile and shook her head, saying to Aunt Qu, "Look, this osmanthus wine is quite strong~"
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