Chapter 67 Guess Who Cooked the Noodles
After receiving permission, Guan Sui clicked to send the post she had already edited for her WeChat Moments.
【S】: Guess who cooked the noodles.
The accompanying picture shows steaming hot egg noodles.
After sending the message, Guan Sui turned off her phone screen, picked up her chopsticks, and began to eat her noodles seriously.
Neither of them spoke during the meal.
Wen Song was lost in thought. He blew on the noodles to cool them down, feeling like he had seen this scene somewhere before.
But he had never eaten alone with Guan Ju, let alone late at night at his house.
After thinking it over, I realized it might be a misperception.
Sometimes, scenes that we've never experienced or dreamed about seem strangely familiar.
However, Wen Song felt a bit sentimental. When he first met Guan Ju, he defined her as an Alpha who was "difficult to get along with" and "unapproachable." He even thought he should take a detour when he saw her.
Unexpectedly—
Now they have progressed from strangers to lovers.
Not wanting to offend Guan Ju, he ended up provoking everyone.
Moreover, Guan Ju seemed to have a slight difference from Wen Song's expectations. The other party was indeed sharp-tongued, but he restrained himself in front of him and did not say anything harsh.
She is slightly different from an Alpha with a strong sense of self-esteem like Zhao Mingzhuo.
Is this the difference between liking and disliking?
Did you go to the hospital today?
Alpha's sudden question interrupted Wen Song's thoughts.
“Yes,” he replied, bowing his head.
“Every day after get off work I go to the hospital to talk to my grandmother.”
Wen Song thought of what Song Lanxue had said and added, "Grandma asked me about you today."
Guan Ju paused in her soup-drinking motion, then asked, "What are you asking me?"
Wen Song answered truthfully, "I said I haven't seen you in a long time and asked what you've been busy with lately."
Guan Ju slowly sipped her soup: "I'll go to the hospital to see my grandma tomorrow."
“Okay,” Wen Song learned from Song Lanxue that Guan Sui went to the hospital every few days, always using the excuse of passing by. “When do you plan to go?”
Guan Ju thought for a moment and asked, "Do you want to come with me?"
In fact, the two never appeared in front of Song Lanxue together. They almost never consulted or made appointments with each other and always acted separately. This was mainly to avoid suspicion and because Guan Ju's visit to her grandmother was somewhat "improper."
Their relationship is different now, but they can't be too high-profile.
"Either is fine," Wen Song said.
Guan Ju smiled and said, "I'll pick you up after you get off work."
After finishing the noodles, Wen Song cleaned up the dishes and washed them, then took a hairdryer from the bathroom drawer and handed it to Guan Ju, who was resting on the sofa.
“You blow-dry your hair first,” he said, “I’m going to take a shower.”
Guan Sui took the hairdryer, tilted her head back, and said, "Okay, you can go ahead."
Wen Song went back to her room, grabbed her pajamas, went to the bathroom, and locked the door.
Guan Ju put the hairdryer aside and carefully examined the apartment she hadn't had a chance to look at before.
It's a small place, one bedroom and one living room, the living room is quite large, and there's a balcony.
The decor is simple yet creates a warm and inviting atmosphere.
Suddenly remembering a post she had made on WeChat Moments not long ago, Guan Sui took out her phone, unlocked it, and opened WeChat, where she found several small red dots on her Moments.
[Duan Ze]: ...Showing off your love will lead to a quick breakup. You know I've been crying the whole time.
[Fu Jingchuan]: You talked to them? With whom?
Besides these two close friends, other friends also speculated about who cooked the noodles.
As soon as this post was published on WeChat Moments, even Wen Xu, who never likes or comments on his posts, commented "6".
Guan Ju didn't see any familiar faces in the group.
I refreshed the page again, and suddenly a small red dot appeared.
Zhao Mingzhuo liked the post.
The lingering frustration of secretly competing with her finally subsided. You see, not long ago, the other person had shared photos of noodles made by Wen Song on their WeChat Moments.
Now the tables have turned, and it's finally his turn to prosper!
Guan Ju stared at the post on her WeChat Moments for several minutes before finally turning off her phone and placing it aside. She then picked up the hairdryer and got up to find a power outlet.
He not only turned the tables on his WeChat Moments, but tonight—
She even sleeps with Wen Song.
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Silver Lake Mansion.
Zhao Mingzhuo had just returned home after finishing his official duties, feeling utterly exhausted.
Managing a company is not as simple as it seems. The days of eating, drinking, and having fun are gone forever. Every day, you have to face lifeless shareholders and a bunch of subordinates, handle project issues, and always be on guard against any underhanded tricks from the illegitimate son of the branch office.
In addition, Chairman Zhao, his nominal father, would also put pressure on him.
A slight oversight can easily lead to mistakes.
For so many years, Zhao Mingzhuo had pretended to be uninterested in company affairs and played along with many Omegas. Now, he had caught that illegitimate son off guard, which made him feel quite relieved.
Even after getting what you want, the loneliness in your heart cannot be filled by anything.
He reached into his suit's inner pocket, pulled out his wallet, opened it, and stared at the ID photo inside the transparent plastic case.
The heart is like still water.
Even the slightest ripple is not enough to stir any emotions.
Zhao Mingzhuo tossed his wallet on the other side of the sofa, closed his eyes, pressed his temples, opened his eyes again, and took out his phone to send a message to Xu Shaoze.
Subconsciously, I opened Wen Song's chat interface, and a message "Come to Yinhu Mansion" was typed into the send box.
Suddenly I remembered that their contract had ended early.
Zhao Mingzhuo deleted all the words he had typed, loosened his tie with one hand, and browsed through his WeChat Moments.
Unexpectedly, the first post was a WeChat Moments post by Guan Sui.
The contents are just a simple bowl of egg noodles.
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