Why Did You Provoke Her? She Can Tell Fortunes!-Chapter 103 - 76: His Preparations Were Clearly Inadequate

Chapter 103: Chapter 76: His Preparations Were Clearly Inadequate

Seeing Luan Huacheng suddenly become all tongue-tied, Li Shang couldn’t help but feel a bit annoyed.

She didn’t like men who dither over everything.

Especially when answering questions, she was getting terribly impatient waiting.

So at this moment, seeing him beating around the bush and unable to utter a single word, she couldn’t help but press him: "You might as well speak up, huh?"

"Is it yes or no?"

"Yes."

Luan Huacheng replied in a ’what the hell’ manner.

"Well, if it’s yes, just say yes. Why are you being so dithery?" Li Shang was even more puzzled, "What’s so strange about it?"

Actually, at Luan Huacheng’s age, he barely encountered anything that would make him feel embarrassed or awkward.

But precisely because he’s getting up there in age, what he was about to say next was a bit difficult for him to voice.

"The strange part is... she’s been overly warm to me lately."

After saying this, Luan Huacheng turned his head to the side.

Li Shang was no naive little girl.

She had been married before she passed away.

Although the other party’s description was somewhat vague, she understood within a dozen seconds.

Then she instantly realized why Luan Huacheng had been so tongue-tied just now.

But understanding is one thing; she was still wondering why Luan Huacheng would find it strange.

"This... can’t be judged by just this single event, can it?"

"You’re still young, you wouldn’t understand."

Probably passed the hardest hurdle to speak about, at this moment Luan Huacheng was no longer feeling as uncomfortable as he just was.

"As the saying goes, ’Middle-aged couples kiss, and you can have nightmares lasting half the night’."

Although this saying is exaggerated, now that they’re nearly fifty, they really have no interest in ’such things’.

Yet at this time, his wife was overly enthusiastic.

"Isn’t that strange?"

Li Shang blinked her eyes.

After all, she’s a person from ancient times.

Some things she couldn’t give an answer to.

So she could only remain silent.

Mu Yunchu, who had been silent for a while, silently noted this in her mind, "We’ll know when we see it later."

When the car drove to the ground below the apartment complex, Mu Yunchu and her companion found that the place Luan Huacheng lived was very low-key.

Feeling it was quite reasonable given his identity.

It was a very ordinary middle-class neighborhood; besides the underground parking lot, cars could also be parked on the ground. They parked the car directly downstairs.

Before heading upstairs, after confirming with Mu Yunchu that there wouldn’t be any impact, he still made a phone call to his wife,

told her he was bringing guests home and could tidy up a little.

But actually, he clearly knew that the house was usually kept tidy. He made this call just to mentally prepare the other party.

Luan Huacheng didn’t know whether the other party was prepared, but his preparations were obviously insufficient.

When the key turned and at the instant the door opened, he was stuck at the doorway.

Even taking a step was somewhat difficult.

Helplessly rubbing his forehead, his voice squeezed out from his throat almost suppressed, "How about... you change your clothes?"

Anything more decent wouldn’t have led him to say this.

And upon his words, Mu Yunchu also saw through the half-open door the clothes Luan Huacheng’s wife was wearing at the moment.

A tight red dress with an inconspicuous line of animal fur at the not-so-high neckline, swaying dramatically with each step she took.

Although people have the freedom to dress, there should not be too much freedom...

No matter from an aesthetic or appropriate perspective, these clothes were at a degree that made people black-out.

No wonder Luan Huacheng reacted the way he did earlier.

But his wife showed no self-awareness, instead, she raised her arm to look over her attire.

"What’s wrong? Doesn’t it look good?"

"I specifically changed it because you said there were guests."

Luan Huacheng could barely describe the complexity in his heart now.

If he had known, he wouldn’t have mentioned it.

Thinking it over, since it wasn’t the focus of today’s activity, he didn’t dwell on the dress issue, instead opened the door wider to allow Mu Yunchu and the other person inside.

Almost let that dress delay business.

Just moments earlier, while watching herself carefully from all angles, Yang Ying was utterly captivated upon seeing Mu Yunchu.

"What a beautiful guest..."

"Yes, sent from above for learning, just completed tasks nearby, so I invited her for a meal at home."

Almost bit his tongue with this casually fabricated lie.

In fact, his wife only has to think a bit for it to feel off.

Because someone like Luan Huacheng, he’s most wary of getting close to female subordinates.

Even his secretary is male.

Let alone bringing someone home.

Yet at this moment Yang Ying’s attention was all on Mu Yunchu, not particularly concerned over this.

Her hands clasped, circling the two several times, only under Luan Huacheng’s urging, she reluctantly went to the kitchen to serve dishes.

When busy in the kitchen, Li Shang suddenly twitched her nose.

"Did you guys smell anything off?"

"Off smell?" Luan Huacheng also took several deep breaths, his tone somewhat hesitant, "Seems like... there is."

At this moment, Yang Ying in the kitchen suddenly exclaimed, "Oh no! I burned my dish."

Actually, they hadn’t come specifically for the meal.

But Yang Ying’s exclamation perfectly explained their previous doubts.

The two didn’t further probe this matter.

Only Mu Yunchu’s gaze became slightly deeper.

The table at Luan Huacheng’s was rectangular, capable easily of seating six to seven people.

Yet during the meal, Yang Ying insisted on squeezing beside Mu Yunchu.

Ever since the latter appeared at home, she unabashedly showcased her affection.

Even disregarding her own husband.

But knowing Mu Yunchu wasn’t ordinary, he didn’t intervene.

Until Yang Ying suggested taking Mu Yunchu back to her room to try out newly obtained cosmetics.

"That stuff is truly precious; with one use, your face becomes bright and very smooth."

As she spoke, she extended half her face to demonstrate to Mu Yunchu.

Fearing the other wouldn’t believe her.

Still, Luan Huacheng curiously asked, "When did you get interested in beauty treatments?"

His wife was typically thrifty, even with cosmetics, saving wherever possible.

How come it seemed within a short time she transformed like another person?

Including meddling in this matter too...

Luan Huacheng’s inquiry was cheekily rebuffed by the other party.

"There’s a lot you don’t know."

"If I don’t maintain my face well, what if you get seduced by someone else outside one day."

Seeming unwilling to converse further with Luan Huacheng, she redirected her gaze to Mu Yunchu.

"We don’t speak to these stinky men."

"Come, let’s go into the room, have our little chat privately as sisters."

Mu Yunchu glanced at the table filled with what could be referred to as a ’whole chicken feast,’ pretending not to notice the mischievous glint at the corner of her eyes, and raised a smile:

"Sure."