Divorced and Determined: The CEO's Ex-Wife Fights for Love-Chapter 121

Chapter 121 Are You Two Back Together?

At South City Old Street District, 5:40 PM, in the residential neighborhood, the kitchens of every household wafted the aroma of cooking, stirring the appetites of the hardworking people returning home.

At the entrance of Lu Qin’s small courtyard, He Huiwen was there again, encouraged by Zeng Guiping. She wanted to see if there was still a chance with Lu Qin—she didn’t want to miss the opportunity to be with him.

But in the eyes of others, she was clearly being persistent and unwilling to give up. From the courtyard came waves of enticing aromas, far richer and more appetizing than those from the surrounding households.

He Huiwen swallowed involuntarily, thinking to herself, Just for this man’s incredible cooking skills, he’s worth going all in for a second time. Spending the rest of my life eating delicious meals like this is enough to win me over.

Dressed in a long skirt, her appearance radiant and vibrant, He Huiwen hesitated for a moment before finally raising her hand to knock on the gate.

At that moment, a snow-white Maserati Quattroporte suddenly screeched to a halt in front of her, startling her.

Realizing what was happening, her heart sank. No way...

Shen Muyan stepped out of the car, her face cold and breathtakingly beautiful, her tall figure and perfect curves complemented by an air of elegance and detachment. Each of these traits made He Huiwen feel utterly inferior.

Shen Muyan glanced at her briefly, and that alone made He Huiwen lose her courage. Without uttering a word, she turned and walked away.

Shen Muyan paid no attention to He Huiwen. At this moment, the door opened. Lu Xiyao peeked out and saw Shen Muyan. She quickly opened the door wide.

“Mommy, you came just in time! Daddy just finished cooking dinner!”

“I timed it perfectly.”

Shen Muyan pinched the soft, tender cheek of the little girl and, holding her hand, walked familiarly into the house.

Lu Qin was bringing dishes out from the kitchen. He wore an apron with the words ‘Master Chef’ printed on it. His tall figure, defined facial features, and gentle contours gave off an ever-present warmth.

Shen Muyan couldn’t help but be momentarily mesmerized as she looked at him. He really was incredibly handsome when he was cooking.

“Mommy, are you staring because you think Daddy is handsome?”

The little girl’s big, clear eyes sparkled mischievously.

“A little,” Shen Muyan admitted, her cheeks faintly flushed, like a peach blossom blooming, delicate and captivating.

Lu Qin simply smiled, placing a dish of crispy duck on the dining table.

“Wash your hands and eat.”

Drawn by the enticing aroma, the mother and daughter quickly teamed up to wash their hands. Shen Muyan had also come to pick up Lu Xiyao today, Shen Hongda and his wife were missing their granddaughter dearly. Of course, she also came to enjoy the meal.

The little girl did miss her grandparents too, especially the ice cream treats. But more than that, she didn’t want to be apart from Lu Qin. After washing their hands, they sat at the table. There were already four dishes and a soup on the table—simple, homely dishes, yet they tasted far better than anything served at five-star hotels.

As Shen Muyan was scooping rice, her phone rang. It was Fang Ya on the line, sounding weak and listless as though she hadn’t eaten in three days. Fang Ya was calling to find a meal companion and asked Shen Muyan where she was.

Before Shen Muyan could reply, the little girl cheerfully called out, “Aunt Fang Ya!”

Fang Ya instantly perked up, her voice lively, “You’re at Lu Qin’s place, aren’t you?”

“No,” Shen Muyan said.

Of course, Fang Ya didn’t believe her—it was dinnertime, after all!

“You didn’t call me for such an important matter like dinner? I’ll be there in 15 minutes—save me a pair of chopsticks!”

With that, Fang Ya hurriedly hung up. Before the call ended, the sound of a door slamming heavily could be heard.

“Is Fang Ya coming over?” Lu Qin asked.

“Don’t wait for her. Let’s eat everything.” Shen Muyan replied.

“Let’s wait. It’s just 15 minutes,” Lu Qin said.

Shen Muyan shrugged.

“Alright.”

Then, she stuffed a piece of pork liver into the little glutton’s mouth.

Fifteen minutes later, Fang Ya arrived with a bottle of high-end red wine. She felt guilty for always freeloading meals and brought something as a gesture.

“I’m so hungry I could eat a cow!”

Lu Qin accepted the wine and said seriously, “Next time, don’t bring anything. We’re friends, it’s unnecessary and only creates distance.”

Shen Muyan rolled her eyes beautifully and remarked to Fang Ya.

“You’ve eaten and drunk for free at my hotel so many times, and I’ve never seen you bring even a soda.”

“You don’t need it—you’re rich,” Fang Ya said.

“…”

The little girl blinked her big eyes.

“Aunt Fang Ya, you don’t have to bring anything expensive, but you could bring ice cream.”

“Deal.”

“Thank you!” The little girl said.

And then…

Little Lu Xiyao received a gentle flick on the forehead as a reward.

“Ouch…”

The meal was devoured with the clinking and clattering of dishes. By the end, the plates were so clean they reflected light.

Fang Ya sighed contentedly, “That was amazing. I’m stuffed!”

The little girl chimed in, “That was amazing. I’m stuffed!”

Shen Muyan also sighed softly…

Fang Ya and the little girl both turned to her expectantly, waiting for her to follow suit. Shen Muyan, her expression cool, remained silent.

Lu Qin stood up.

“You guys go to the living room. I’ll wash the dishes.”

Shen Muyan: “I’ll wash.”

Fang Ya: “I’ll wash.”

The little girl: “I’ll wash.”

All three stood up at the same time, speaking in unison.

Lu Qin was speechless.

The three women wouldn’t let him wash the dishes, so they played rock-paper-scissors to decide. Fang Ya lost and went to the kitchen.

The little girl began massaging Lu Qin’s shoulders. Though he had been busy cooking all day, Lu Qin didn’t feel tired at all, thanks to the fatigue-relieving effect of his system. Still, the soft touch of the little girl’s hands was quite pleasant.

“That’s enough, Yao Yao. Your little hands will get sore if you keep going.”

Lu Qin’s broad shoulders were indeed tiring for her small hands. The little girl’s clear, innocent eyes sparkled as she said to Shen Muyan, “Mommy, my hands are too small. Can you massage Daddy’s shoulders for me?”

Lu Qin and Shen Muyan exchanged glances, then looked at the little girl before looking at each other again. Neither said anything.

After a few moments of silence, Shen Muyan suddenly stood up. Thinking there was nothing wrong with it—it was just a shoulder massage, nothing more—she calmly walked over. The little girl quickly rolled to the other end of the sofa, making room for her.

“I’m not very good at this. Tell me if it’s uncomfortable,” Shen Muyan said in a cool voice, a hint of softness in her eyes.

Lu Qin hummed in acknowledgment. He wanted to refuse but didn’t know how to. Her slender, fair fingertips touched the skin of his shoulders and neck, soft like silk.

To be honest, Shen Muyan’s technique wasn’t very effective. It wasn’t particularly comfortable, nor was it uncomfortable—more like an exercise in futility.

The little girl lay on the sofa, chin in her hands, watching joyfully as Shen Muyan massaged Lu Qin’s shoulders.

Ten minutes later, Fang Ya finished washing the dishes and earned 5 experience points. When she came into the living room and saw Shen Muyan sitting next to Lu Qin, her hands on his shoulders, Fang Ya’s eyes widened with excitement.

“You two… are back together?”

“?”