Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Lu Kang laughed. “Can you imagine a CEO reading those kinds of books in his office? The others didn’t know, but as his assistant, I knew it clearly.”
Hearing what Lu Kang said, Luosang wanted to laugh, but somehow her eyes turned red. Nian Junting was the owner of a public company. Who could have imagined that he would do so many childish things when he started dating? Before, she didn’t understand why he believed that her favorite food was beef noodles, but now she did. He happened to see her eating beef noodles and stubbornly thought that she loved them. He was too proud. He was never willing to tell others about his real feelings, so sometimes Luosang couldn’t see the efforts that he had made for her.
“Also, when you left as his caregiver, he always called us by your name in his office.” Lu Kang added, “In fact, he was already very used to your presence back when you were taking care of him. I think if you hadn’t lied about your age, you wouldn’t have needed to wait until you ran into each other again. You had a chance then. The third day after you left, Mr. Nian went to where you lived to find you. He said that a girl living there alone was too unsafe. Sadly, you had moved away. He was pretty disappointed. When he met you again, he acted calmly, but in fact, he was really happy.”
Luosang really hadn’t known that he had gone to look for her after she left. After all, she was not pretty back then, and he thought she was older than he was. At that time, he always proudly judged her by telling her that she was ugly and unfashionable. However, thinking about those days, Luosang found those memories sweet and beautiful.
When she was taking care of him, she had nothing but complaints in her head. At the time, she was wondering what girl with poor taste would like him. Unexpectedly, in less than a year, she had already fallen in love with him.
“Lu Kang, thank you for telling me all this.” She now understood that she was never a tool to fulfill his sexual needs. The good feelings they had about each other had been generated bit by bit as they knew more and more about each other.
“Please don’t tell Mr. Nian that I told you all these things. He’s really proud. He’d skin me alive if he knew,” Lu Kang hurriedly said to Luosang.
“I’ll think about it, if you have more to tell me next time,” Luosang replied jokingly.
“Sure. You’re my boss’s future wife.” Lu Kang laughed.
Luosang looked outside the window. All of a sudden, her mind was occupied by the simple words in Nian Junting’s WeChat messages — I miss you.
The car drove into the villa’s yard. From a distance, she saw Nian Junting sitting in a wheelchair in the garden. As Luosang got out of the car, he wheeled himself to her. Suddenly, Luosang felt as if she had traveled back to last year, when she was still taking care of him. She gave a smile, slowly walked to him, and said, “Mr. Nian, why are you in a wheelchair again?”
The smile on Nian Junting’s face froze. “Why are you calling me Mr. Nian? Call me Junting or husband.”
“No. I’m here to take care of you. How can I call you so intimately?” Luosang joked.
Nian Junting was puzzled for a second, then suddenly he wore a weird smile and said, “I have an idea. When we have sex next time, you can pretend to be my caregiver, and you can take care of me. And somehow, we end up having sex. It’s gonna be fun.”
Luosang couldn’t continue the joke as her face blushed scarlet. Was that what people called “role playing?”
“Mr. Nian, I didn’t know that you have that kind of weird interest. You started imagining things starting last year, when I was taking care of you, didn’t you?” Luosang said jokingly.