Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 805 - 314: [A Heartbreaking Fairy Tale] He Falls from the Edge of the Cliff (Part 7)_3
Calmly said, "You sleep like a pig, how can I wake you from such a distance?"
Two months felt quite long.
Lu Huai’an, due to work, had studied abroad for half a year before, and even then, he didn’t feel the days and nights abroad moved slower than in An City.
The words were not pleasant, but Lin Chu didn’t take it to heart.
Staring unblinkingly at the man’s resolute and handsome face, she lay on his leg. From this angle, every line and every corner was more attractive.
Her eyes sparkled with anticipation, and her voice was soft and pleasant, "Have you finished your work abroad? Or are you just back for a few days before going again?"
The girl’s long black hair spread out like seaweed, with slightly curled ends creating a charming scene. In the warm room, she wore a simple style nightgown, slightly open at the collar due to her lying position, subtly revealing a lovely sight.
Her rosy lips slightly parted, offering a silent temptation.
Yet she remained unaware, staring at him with large, glistening eyes.
Lu Huai’an’s Adam’s apple moved slightly, and he naturally looked away, answering, "It’s temporarily concluded, I won’t be going abroad again for a while."
The light in Lin Chu’s eyes bloomed at that moment, her brows and eyes filled with a radiant smile.
She sat up, wrapping her slender white arms around the man’s neck, and quickly kissed the corner of his mouth, "I thought you’d be busy until after the New Year before coming back. I’d be so lonely in the little house."
The warm lips surprised him, though they withdrew quickly like a dragonfly skimming the water. Yet, the girl’s small action still disturbed the calm depths in Lu Huai’an’s dark eyes.
His distinct features remained calm, subtly unbuttoning a button of his shirt collar, his deep voice laced with hoarseness, "The Lu Family wouldn’t mistreat you. With me not at home, shouldn’t you be happier?"
Lin Chu didn’t realize the man’s cold aura had slightly changed, comfortably nestling in his arms, her eyes smiling, clearly in a good mood.
Looking at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, she spoke leisurely, "It’s true, Mom and Dad treat me like their own daughter, but I’m married to you, Lu Huai’an, right? With you not at home, I’m just alone, not happy doing anything."
It was like a dandelion, blown by the breeze, finally landing in Lu Huai’an’s hand.
In his isolated city, where not a blade of grass grows, there was now a glimpse of vitality due to the dandelion’s seed.
His deep eyes lingered on the girl’s clean and pretty face, the coldness in his bones softened, presenting an extremely rare gentleness.
He pulled her out from his embrace.
Previously, she had jumped over barefoot from the opposite sofa, Lu Huai’an stood up, bringing her pink slippers to her feet, "Go upstairs and change clothes, let’s go home."
Lin Chu sat still, gently swinging his finger, a very girlish act.
Her starry eyes filled with sweet smiles, she blinked coquettishly, "Carry me up, won’t you?"
Lu Huai’an didn’t reply, just glanced down at her.
Lin Chu immediately jumped off the sofa, put on her slippers, and ran upstairs, then quickly turned back to Lu Huai’an’s side, smiling brightly, "Give me ten minutes, don’t leave by yourself, or I’ll tell my Dad you bullied me."
Lu Huai’an adjusted his shirt cuffs, glanced at the time.
Blandly said three words, "Five minutes."
Lin Chu was not pleased, "Hey, hey, hey! Have you ever met a girl who can get ready in five minutes? Ten minutes is already me flying!"
She spoke while getting on tiptoe, preparing to do something, but Lu Huai’an, with his height advantage and understanding of her, raised his hand to press on her forehead before she could act.
His thin lips parted slightly, "Three minutes."
The man was tall and long-limbed; no matter how Lin Chu tried, she couldn’t get closer, restraining the urge to bite him, she turned and ran upstairs, muttering as she did.
Lu Huai’an watched as the girl’s figure disappeared around the corner on the second floor, the corners of his lips slowly lifting.
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Lin Chu was actually not yet twenty years old.
Youth had its advantages; even with a bare face, there was a unique beauty.
She understood Lu Huai’an’s character, knowing he wouldn’t wait a second longer when he said three minutes, she had no time to dawdle, changed clothes, combed her messy long hair, and went downstairs.
"Let’s go, let’s go, I can call Dad on the way."
When her small, warm hand slipped into his palm, Lu Huai’an didn’t feel any resistance, instead naturally holding it, "I already called."
Lin Chu was satisfied.
As the two walked out the door, Lin Chu realized snowflakes were fluttering down from the sky, landing on her nose coolly.
She raised her small face, staring in a daze at the picturesque snowy scene, softly exclaiming, "Wow... it’s snowing, how beautiful."
It was the first snow of the winter.
The girl paused, and Lu Huai’an turned to look at her, her eyes bright and clear, as if seeing snow for the first time, happy as a child.
Lin Zongjun protected her too well, which is why she had such a simple and clean temperament.
Raising his hand, he put the hood of her white down jacket over her little head, to keep the snow from falling down her neck.
After waiting two or three minutes, she still maintained that silly look, Lu Huai’an reminded her, "Mom and Dad are waiting for us to have lunch together, if you keep standing still, I won’t care for you."
Lin Chu snapped out of her snowy dream, tightly holding the man’s hand, half snuggling next to him, "I’m your wife, you can’t ignore me."
Actually, she wasn’t dazed, but making a wish.
Her wish was fulfilled, so this time, she pleaded: Please, please, let my best friend Wanwan escape the darkness, don’t let her suffer any longer.
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The wound on Shen Weiyi’s forehead had nearly healed, the scar barely visible unless you got close, unnoticed by others.
She sat arranging flowers for Song Jingyuan, looked up when she heard the servant’s polite and surprised voice, and saw Lu Huai’an and Lin Chu holding hands as they entered through the front door.
It was like a needle prick to the heart, faintly painful.
Song Jingyuan hadn’t seen Lin Chu for a week, and when Lu Huai’an returned home that morning, she told him Lin Chu wasn’t there. Without even having a cup of hot tea, he left directly, all her attention was on the two who had just entered, neglecting Shen Weiyi beside her.
She sat dazed on the sofa, forgetting to stand up.
Those calm, indifferent black eyes carried little emotion, his gaze skipped over the cordial Song Jingyuan, glancing in her direction.
Suddenly, a pain shot through her fingertips, the thorn of a flower stem cut her skin.
She was jolted back to reality, lowering her head.
In this home, she had always been an outsider.
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Lunch was ready, and when Song Jingyuan went upstairs to get Lu Zhengmao, Shen Weiyi picked up her coat and went to the dining room.
Softly saying, "The agent just called to tell me the afternoon event was moved up, so I won’t be home for lunch."
Lin Chu, who was helping to set the table, paused, knowing Shen Weiyi wasn’t speaking to her.
Her beautiful face looked indifferent, a pitiful sense of vulnerability made even Lin Chu, a girl, feel a bit sorry for her, and she instinctively looked across to Lu Huai’an.
He didn’t avoid it deliberately, his voice low and indifferent, "No matter how busy, you can’t go hungry, eat before you leave."
"I’m not a pampered lady born with a silver spoon, not so delicate," Shen Weiyi faintly smiled, "Please tell Uncle and Aunt for me, I’m leaving first."
