Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Seeing Cheng Yingfang faint, Lu Ting walked over slowly and used his foot to nudge her. The disgust in his eyes obvious.
Fang Xin shrugged indifferently and glanced at her daughter. The little girl understood and gently stroked Cheng Yingfang’s hair with her small hands, which immediately calmed her twitching body.
“Luo Hao.”
Lu Ting called out. His assistant, Luo Hao, quickly pushed the door open and bowed respectfully. “Boss.”
“Get her to the hospital.”
His eyes were filled with disgust. When Luo Hao saw Cheng Yingfang lying on the floor ground like a dead dog, he resigned to his fate and called for two other people to come in to take her away.
As she was being dragged out of the house, her foot knocked against the doorsill.
After Cheng Yingfang was taken away, Lu Ting looked at Fang Xin with praise in his eyes.
“You did well. How shall I reward you?”
Cheng Yingfang had come to the house many times to cause trouble. It annoyed him every time. She was using her status as an elder to coerce him. It was not easy to deal with her.
Even if he could get rid of her, it was never without having to listen to a bunch of profanities.
Fang Xin only made one move and Cheng Yingfang had admitted defeat.
Fang Xin looked at him in a daze.
The smile on Lu Ting’s lips was bright and charming. Just as before, it tugged at her heartstrings.
“Mommy, what do you want to eat?”
Fang Nan’s soft voice rang in her ears. Fang Xin came back to her senses and bent down to hold her daughter’s hands, a little embarrassed.
“It’s all good.”
“Then Uncle Lu will make his specialty dishes.”
Fang Nan blinked, and Fang Xin turned around in realization. She saw that Lu Ting had already put on his apron and entered the kitchen.
He was slender. The white apron tied around his waist, perfectly revealing his figure; the smooth merman line and his straight back stimulating Fang Xin’s eyes.
Looking at the spatula in his hand, Fang Xin felt like she was in an unrealistic dream.
He was still the same as before.
The Lu family and the Fang family were family friends. Lu Ting’s parents died young. Fang Xin’s mother was still alive then. In order to protect Lu Ting, Grandfather Lu sent him to the Fang family, and they grew up together.
They had been very close since young. She liked delicious food, so for her he learned to cook and developed good culinary skills.
During her period every month, Lu Ting would also make her red sugar and ginger tea to warm her stomach and her heart.
If it weren’t for that incident, she would have married him.
“Xin, come and help.”
Lu Ting’s steady voice rang out with a deep magnetic tone, brought Fang Xin back to her senses.
“Coming.”
She answered and walked into the kitchen. Lu Ting unsurprisingly handed a handful of vegetables to her.
“Same old rules. You wash the vegetables, I’ll cook them.”
Fang Xin did not say anything. She silently took the vegetables to the sink. The cool water flowed along the vegetables into her hands, and her eyelashes fluttered slightly.
Everything was no different from before.
Before the vegetables were washed, Lu Ting turned off the stove and walked behind her. He closed the kitchen door with his foot.
“Let me do it.”
Lu Ting held out his arms and took the vegetables from her waist. It was as if he was hugging her from behind.
Fang Xin’s heart skipped a beat when she felt the familiar, warm scent of a man.
“I’ll do it. You do your thing.”
“It’s all done.”
Lu Ting pretended that he did not see her completely blushed ears and said intimately, “Xin, you don’t need to be so polite with me.”
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As he spoke, his breath swept past her ears and neck, bringing with it a warm and tingling sensation.
Fang Xin instinctively wanted to retreat and dodge, but instead, she bumped into his chest.
“Plop.”
The vegetables fell into the sink. He took the opportunity to withdraw his hands and hugged her slender waist forcefully.
“I miss you so much.”