Chapter 51 Hiding a Sister in a Golden House 001 Ultra-thin
Upon hearing about the gift, Lan Jia immediately became excited, but then, hearing her stomach rumble, she frowned and said, "I'm just too hungry."
Meng Cenjun laughed, "Would I let you go hungry?"
He gently patted her back, gesturing for her to get up. "Lanjia, sit in the front."
"You're going to drive?" she asked, surprised yet intrigued. Normally, Meng Cenjun was driven everywhere, and since starting work, he had rarely touched a steering wheel. To be honest, Lan Jia couldn't even remember the last time she had sat in his passenger seat.
Seeing him nod, she excitedly moved to the front row, her mind bubbling with anticipation: This feels like a date!
Meng Cenjun also got out of the car, called Zhou Qin to tell him that he didn't need to come, and then got into the driver's seat.
"Fasten your seatbelt," he reminded.
Lan Jia placed her hands on her knees, sat up properly, and blinked to signal.
Meng Cenjun saw through her intention and smiled helplessly: "Are you still a child?"
"Can't an adult enjoy your services? I thought you were a proper gentleman," she retorted.
"I am only a gentleman to a certain group of people."
"Like... a girlfriend?" Lan Jia joked. She knew that Meng Cenjun was always quite ruthless towards people she disliked.
Meng Cenjun smiled calmly, "For example, my sister." He reached over, pulled out the seatbelt, and fastened it properly for her.
"I thought this was a date." She looked at him with dejected eyes.
He had already turned his head to start the car and driven a short distance before smiling seriously: "Well, a family-style 'date'."
Lan Jia let out a "howl" and slumped back in her chair, ignoring him.
After a moment of silence, he asked, "What would you like to eat?"
She was starving and her voice was weak. "Meat, meat, meat, I want to eat meat." After a long day of work, she was exhausted and her eyes were gleaming. She could eat a whole cow raw.
"Okay, then we'll have beef for our main course."
Lan Jia responded sullenly, relaxing her body and leaning back with her eyes half-closed. The air conditioning was strong, and the car was cool inside, a welcome relief from the sweltering heat outside. She squinted, her eyelids drooping.
A hand reached out and gently pinched her cheek. "Wake up, Lan Jia, don't sleep at this time."
She grumbled unhappily, "I have no energy, and there's nothing to do when I wake up."
Meng Cenjun parked the car outside a nearby supermarket and suggested, "Let's go buy groceries."
"You're going to cook?" She finally opened her eyes wide.
"Um."
"Okay!" She immediately perked up, sat up abruptly, unbuckled her seatbelt, and jumped out of the car.
"Slow down," he snapped irritably.
Lan Jia completely ignored him and happily rushed towards the supermarket entrance. Meng Cenjun cooked for her—how rare! She hadn't tasted such a meal since middle school. Oh, except for last time. She naturally blocked out the unpleasant memory.
Meng Cenjun locked the car and followed closely behind, walking alongside her. Seeing her easily expressive face, he couldn't help but smile: "So happy?"
"Today feels like my reward day," she exclaimed, tilting her head back.
How indifferent had he been to her before? He sighed inwardly.
"From now on, you can make requests of me so I can do more of the things you like, okay?"
"Um... Brother, why have you suddenly become so nice?" Lan Jia rubbed her eyes with both hands, pretending to cry.
"Is that all?" He suddenly felt uneasy, fearing that someone else might use the same method to seduce Lan Jia and steal her heart.
Lan Jia thought that she was someone who had wanted the moon and the stars since she was a child. If it were an outsider, how could a few meals and sweet words possibly move her heart? But in front of Meng Cenjun, she still pretended to be innocent and smiled: "I don't know. Maybe it's because you are my brother. I have a filter for you."
The big cake, the delicious cake locked in a cage, she doesn't know how much effort and hard work she would have to put in to get it.
Meng Cenjun's face was serious, yet tinged with uncertainty: "The same filter must not be used on anyone else."
"I swear." She held up four fingers, smiled, and then lowered them, the backs of their hands touching.
Soft, warm, part of her body.
Even though we've kissed before, the simplest physical touch still feels like a pebble falling into a pond, creating ripples that make my heart flutter for no reason.
Meng Cenjun stared stiffly ahead, while Lan Jia looked at him, tentatively reaching out with her little finger to gently hook one of his fingers.
Pay attention to his reaction. Seeing that he doesn't resist, immediately become bold and, as if it's an opportunity that can't be missed, quickly grab his hand.
Two warm palms pressed together, forming the final piece of the puzzle, fitting perfectly.
Meng Cenjun remained outwardly calm, but her mind was like a fireworks display, with colorful little pieces of paper scattering everywhere.
The two walked side by side, their steps inexplicably uneven, as if they were walking on clouds.
I entered the supermarket feeling a bit dizzy, bought some meat and vegetables, and then wandered around the condiment section twice, picking out some seasonings for steak and salad.
With her shopping cart partially full, Lan Jia exclaimed as she reached the checkout counter, "Oh no! I just saw freshly baked orange madeleines!"
Meng Cenjun initially tried to stop her, saying, "Eat less sweets at night."
She resorted to her usual rhetoric, pleading pitifully, "That's because today is a memorable day! Just this once, okay? Please, please, brother."
"You, you." He couldn't stand her act, so he flicked her forehead with his knuckles. "Wait for me where you are."
"Remember to get another lemon tart!" she reminded him as she watched his retreating figure.
Seeing Meng Cenjun walk away, Lan Jia moved to a shelf and curiously examined it. A dazzling array of colors, brands, flavors, and effects made it hard to choose. She stood there, engrossed in analyzing the different products for quite some time, completely oblivious to the subtle, appraising glances from passersby.
After some picking and choosing, I finally grabbed a box of pink chewing gum from the shelf and put it in my shopping cart.
When Meng Cenjun returned with the cake, Lan Jia was already humming a little tune as she paid at the self-checkout. Mushrooms, asparagus, tuna... she quickly stuffed them into her shopping bag, along with the chewing gum she had just received.
He didn't look closely, scanned and packed Lan Jia's desserts, paid the bill, and went back to the car with her.
Where do we go next?
"secret."
Is it a secret that belongs only to the two of us?
I think so.
Lan Jia said solemnly, "Then I hope you will set off immediately."
Meng Cenjun smiled and drove to her destination, heading into the underground parking garage of the Park Hyatt's Golden Roof.
Unlike the established luxury residential area on Anfeng Road, Park Hyatt Golden Top is the most famous new high-rise residential building in Lijiang in recent years. It is adjacent to Xiujiang River and has an astonishingly high price in the city center.
Having been brought here, Lan Jia had already vaguely guessed what the gift was. Meng Cenjun's gifts to her were always valuable, practical, and within reach, always valuing their investment potential. Lan Jia had once naively thought that if she were ever destitute on the streets, she could easily sell a couple of these gifts and recoup her losses immediately.
Money has always been her source of confidence and security. She is realistic and has never been so high-minded as to regard money as worthless.
She always accepted Meng Cenyun's gifts with a smile. If he stopped giving them to her one day, it didn't matter. She had savings and could earn money on her own. Call her selfish or self-serving, everything she did was to ensure that she could always live a life of luxury, freedom, and independence.
Fortunately, everything she has now makes her feel at ease and content. Lan Jia sat in the car and smiled slowly.
"We've arrived," he reminded them gently.
Lan Jia was very enthusiastic and got out of the car excitedly: "I'm going to get my bag!"
Meng Cenjun agreed and went to the trunk to get the supermarket shopping bag. She opened the back door, reached for the canvas bag's shoulder strap, and pulled it out, but her gaze was unintentionally drawn to an object hidden in the gap between the seats.
Black, leather case, folder. Well hidden.
She recalled Meng Cenjun's instructions to Zhou Qin.
What exactly are they investigating this time?
Somewhat suspiciously, she pulled out the document, held it in her hand, and was about to open it when she heard a deep voice: "Lan Jia."
Turning around, she saw Meng Cenjun already standing behind her, his tall figure looming over her.
"What?" Why is this happening all of a sudden?
She was slightly taken aback, feeling inexplicably a little scared.
Seeing the surprise in her eyes, Meng Cenjun's expression softened, and she changed her tone: "Let's go up."
He naturally took the document and, for the first time, took her hand.
Lan Jia was pulled into the elevator by him in a daze, her heart heavy, her eyes constantly glancing at the document.
Should I ask him for it? Will he give it to me?
But we're so happy today, what if she actually notices something good? How will things end then?
Their relationship had just eased up a bit, and she didn't want to start arguing with him in this unfamiliar place.
Lan Jia looked at his expressionless face and thought: Forget it, I'll back down for now. There will be plenty of opportunities later.
A crisp dinging sound signaled arrival at the top floor, the fortieth floor.
The elevator doors opened, and I stepped directly into the room. The air was clean and fresh, suggesting that it was always being maintained by someone.
Lan Jia took off her shoes and walked barefoot on the dark cloisonné marble floor tiles, dazed, into the room.
It is a penthouse duplex apartment with understated luxury and top-notch craftsmanship. The living room is large and spacious with a ceiling height of over 20 feet. All four sides are large, transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, offering a panoramic view of the dazzling nightscape of the entire Lijiang City.
She looked around carefully before turning back to him and asking, "Is this what you call keeping a mistress hidden away?"
Standing in the entryway, Meng Cenjun smiled. "It's already been registered under your name. You can decide who to keep it under."
Lan Jia smiled and immediately changed her mind: "Then I want to keep my brother in a golden house!"
He didn't correct her, or rather, he seemed to tacitly approve, handing her a pair of silk slippers. "I'll go cook first. You can wander around and make a note of any decorations or ornaments that don't suit your taste, and we can replace them later."
Before she could finish speaking, Lan Jia had already slipped on her slippers and run upstairs.
He shook his head helplessly, letting her go, and carried the shopping bags to the kitchen, placing them on the counter to count the ingredients.
Two pieces of Charlotte steak, layered with tomatoes and asparagus, seasoned with rock salt and black pepper, to make two pan-fried steaks. Artichokes, olives, and tuna, served with lettuce, boiled eggs, and baked potatoes, to make a simple Niçoise salad. The remaining white mushrooms and heavy cream are used to make a soup.
Then came Lan Jia's two desserts. After thinking for a moment, he resolutely put them in the refrigerator. A main dish was enough to fill her stomach; he had never approved of her consuming too much sugar.
The counter was piled high with ingredients, and the bag had deflated. He reached in and scooped out a pink rectangular box.
Meng Cenjun stood under the lamp, carefully identifying each word, her brows furrowing deeper and deeper.
The small cardboard box was printed with the words: 001, hyaluronic acid, raised dotted threads, etc.
Author's Note: My sister's favorite thing to do is challenge my authority. [Milk Tea]
Let's have some more sweetness in the next chapter.
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