"Young Madam, it's almost time for dinner. Do you want to eat by yourself first, or give the young master a call?" At dinner time, Aunt Zhang went upstairs and knocked on the door. Her tone clearly showed that she expected Tang Xinluo to call Lu Yuchen.
"Let me eat first." Tang Xinluo rubbed his sleepy eyes.
Aunt Zhang showed disappointment on her face. "Well, I'll go down and prepare first. Madam, you take your time to come down."
Tang Xinluo nodded, and only after Aunt Zhang left did a thoughtful look appear on her face.
Lu Yuchen didn't come home, should she call and ask
Forget it, let's not fight, they are just partners. The Mrs. Lu he needs is one who won't ask about his whereabouts or check on him.
What's the point of calling it yourself
Tang Xinluo pursed her lips, got up and washed her face, then went downstairs to have dinner.
On the other side, Lu Yuchen, who had just finished working overtime, was coming out of the office.
Meng Ze walked over respectfully, "Master Lu, are we going back to the villa?"
Miss Qiao came to ask Mr. Lu out again in the afternoon, but this time, Mr. Lu rejected her.
Meng Ze automatically thought that Master Lu would come back to the villa for dinner tonight. After all, there was such a big commotion last night, and even he received a call from his wife and was severely scolded.
Lu Yuchen's eyes darkened, "Go to Junyu, get a room, and have dinner in the room."
Meng Ze was almost stunned when he heard this.
Qixing Junyu Hotel, where is Mr. Lu going to eat tonight? And stay overnight there
What about the young lady? !
Meng Ze didn't dare to ask more questions. He could only lower his head and clear the way for Lu Yuchen. However, he was thinking in his heart whether he should secretly call his wife.
He got a bad scolding yesterday.
The most important thing is that after his wife scolded him, his old man called and scolded him again.
No matter how Meng Ze thought about it, he felt wronged. It was clearly just a contractual relationship between Mr. Lu and the young lady, but now only Mr. Lu, him and Lawyer Fan knew about this matter.
Lawyer Fan is fine, he is far away.
He is someone close to Mr. Lu. If his crime is exposed in the future, he will be scolded by his old man, his wife, and his grandmother.
Meng Ze lamented all the way and didn't notice that Lu Yuchen was holding a mobile phone and playing with it in his hand.
His slightly sinister gaze fell on the phone screen, his dark eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and the corners of his mouth were pursed into a line, which showed that he was in a bad mood.
The man's eyes would glance at the screen of his mobile phone from time to time, as if he was waiting for a call from someone, or as if he was just scanning it casually.
Even after Lu Yuchen arrived at the hotel and had dinner in the presidential suite on the top floor, his cell phone still didn't ring.
*
At the villa, after Tang Xinluo had her porridge, she took a walk in the small garden under the supervision of the servants and just returned to the house.
When Aunt Zhang saw her come in, she immediately went over to her.
"Madam, it's already this late and the young master hasn't come back yet. Do you want to give him a call and ask?"
Tang Xinluo looked up at the clock, and the hour hand was pointing exactly at "8".
"Forget it, it's only eight o'clock, it's still early."
Aunt Zhang had no choice but to retreat.
…
“Knock knock knock—”
"Please come in." Tang Xinluo was leaning on the bed watching TV.
Aunt Zhang came in with a small bowl of cut fruit in her hand.
Besides plain porridge, the only thing Tang Xinluo doesn't feel uncomfortable about is eating fruit.
"Madam, this is a midnight snack." Aunt Zhang put the fruit plate on the bedside table attentively, then stood aside and said, "Madam, it's past nine o'clock and the young master hasn't come back yet. Why don't you give him a call and ask?"
Tang Xinluo: "No need. He must have his reasons for not coming back. He must be very busy with work. I won't bother him."
Aunt Zhang: “…”
There was no way out. Unable to persuade her, Aunt Zhang could only return home empty-handed once again.
*
At the same time, on the other side, on the top floor of the Qixing Junyu Hotel, Lu Yuchen was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window with a wine glass in his hand, staring at the bright city lights below with an unclear expression.
He frowned, his facial features were deep, and the shadows of light and dark gave his entire face a layer of mystery and abstinence.
At this moment, the phone that had been on the table suddenly vibrated. (To be continued)