“You’re so confident about letting me go ahead because you’re certain that I wouldn’t be able to find anything. Rong Yan, I’m not a child. Don’t try and agitate me with such words.”
“Anning, will you cut it out? Won’t it be good for us to go back to the way we used to be in the past?” Rong Yan sighed and rubbed his forehead in frustration.
Hah, I knew it. In his eyes, everything I do is nothing more than me throwing a petty fit.
Luo Anning was truly exhausted and a little dizzy but had no choice except to wake herself up to deal with him. “Rong Yan, if I didn’t pick you up in the airport this afternoon, would you have hid it from me?”
She still remembered Mo Xiyan saying that she wanted to eat the food he cooked…
In that case, would he have found a random excuse to go to the apartment and cook for her tonight?
He probably would. He is so uptight about the secrets in that room of his. How could he turn down Mo Xiyan’s request?
After everything that happened today, she felt like an actual joke.
He brought Mo Xiyan back from England together with him. Clearly, the two of them met in England.
Yet, I was still waiting and looking forward to his return like a fool.
I was waiting miserably for his explanation.
“…”
Rong Yan stared at her without saying a single word but she had already gotten an answer from the moment he seemed to be stuck in a dilemma.
Luo Anning sneered and lifted the duvet. She turned away from him and said, “Go out. I don’t want to see you.”
Rong Yan insisted, “Eat before you sleep!”
Seeing that she was refusing to move, Rong Yan touched her shoulder, only to have her move away from him. He then retracted his hand awkwardly.
Staring at her with melancholy in his eyes, he said, “Be good and eat your dinner before you sleep. Otherwise, your body is not going to take it well.”
“Rong Yan, have you had enough!?! I want you to get lost!”
Luo Anning pushed him away and threw the pillow at him. Rong Yan staggered forwards and almost fell off the bed. He stood up and grabbed the pillow that she threw at him.
Exhausted, Luo Anning panted while still staring at him coldly. Rong Yan frowned and placed the pillow back onto the bed. “Get some rest. I’ll call you when the porridge is ready.”
He then turned around and left the bedroom before closing the door slowly.
Luo Anning fell straight on the bed, as if all of her energy had been depleted. She stared at the glistening chandelier on the ceiling.
Do all men only know how to cherish something after they’ve lost it?
…
She had no idea when she dozed off but when she was in a daze, she was woken up. Luo Anning opened her eyes and immediately saw Rong Yan, and yelled subconsciously, “Get lost!”
She tended to lose her temper whenever she had just woken up, especially when she was jolted awake during a deep sleep.
Upon sight of Rong Yan, she vented all of her anger and resentment at him.
Rong Yan was not upset either. He lifted her up, stuffed a pillow behind her waist, and lifted up the bedside table. He then placed the fragrant porridge on it.
He stirred the porridge with a spoon to dissipate the heat, after which he fed a spoonful to her. “Anning, you may be angry but your body is still yours. No one will love it for you if you don’t do it yourself. Have some porridge. Go to bed after you’re done eating, alright?”
“How do I not love myself? You can rest assured, I, Luo Anning am not such a stupid woman. I won’t hurt myself to win your sympathy!”
