Jiang Ye watched the scene unfold, the corners of his mouth curving up involuntarily.
When the time seemed right, he spoke up:
"Auntie, Uncle, I’ve ordered some food. Let’s just make do for lunch, and we can go out to welcome and freshen up in the evening."
Lu’s mother was delighted, her aging face breaking into a smile:
"Oh no, no, no, we’re not strangers here, so let’s just prepare something at home. Aye, if you have time in the evening, come over—your Uncle Lu’s cooking is quite good."
Did someone think he would refuse?
"Then I’ll trouble you."
"What nonsense are you talking, child?"
Right at that moment, the doorbell rang.
The delivery guy was holding a Yujin Building box:
"Hello, your delivery has arrived."
Lu Jing was closer to the door and opened it.
"Excuse me, is this Mr. Jiang’s place?"
He hesitated for a moment:
Jiang Ye, who had come over unnoticed, just heard Lu Jing’s response and couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
Of course, the result was a few harsh stares—what was there to explain? Besides, let’s not forget that Mr. Lu and Lu’s mother were still present.
Jiang Ye righteously accepted the woman’s series of glaring looks, and didn’t forget to gentlemanly take the two large bags.
Lu Jing didn’t hesitate to shove the bags into the man’s hands.
With a ’bang’, she shut the door.
The sound reverberated, causing the couple in the living room to look over:
"Girl, what are you doing?"
She snapped back, clearly peeved.
"If you’re doing nothing, why slam the door so loudly? Be more ladylike."
Before Lu Jing had a chance to reply, someone else spoke up:
"Auntie, don’t be too hard on Lu’er. We’re not outside after all."
"Xiao Ye is right. We’re not outside. Can’t be so fussy at home, can we?"
The apartment that Lu Yan had prepared was fully furnished with all the necessary appliances and furniture, and even had a maid coming in regularly to clean.
So, from the moment they entered, the elderly couple really hadn’t noticed anything amiss.
Plus, the scene was disguised so well it looked as if someone really lived there.
Lu’s mother really wanted to say something but held herself back.
Suddenly, as if she had just realized something, her eyes widened a bit:
This term of endearment was one that not even her own parents had used.
Wasn’t it a bit too intimate?
Jiang Ye’s face maintained an air of unruffled calm, secure in the knowledge that unless he wished it, no one could discern a hint of his secrets.
As for Mr. Lu, such a big, burly man, how could he pay attention to these details? He saw no issue at all.
Lu Jing coughed heavily:
"Mom, let’s eat, I have to go back to work this afternoon."
With that, the matter was dropped.
"Let’s eat, let’s eat. Old man, hurry up, the girl and Xiao Ye still have to work."
The old couple busied themselves, leaving Lu Jing and Jiang Ye alone in the living room, glaring at each other. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel·fire·net
Then, Lu Jing warned in a low voice:
"Jiang Ye, you’d better not cause any trouble in front of my dad and mom!"
"Me? What have I done?"
"You haven’t? Then who was it that didn’t tell me anything and went to the airport to pick up our guest all on their own?"
And he still had the nerve to deny it?
The man leaned in closer, lowering his head and whispered in her ear:
"I don’t mind going public!"
Lu Jing was taken aback:
Jiang Ye seemed puzzled; why was this woman so resistant to the idea, both six years ago and now?
It didn’t make sense by any normal standards.