Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
He seemed to have discovered something incredible—she seemed to always be at 18 years of age when she was drunk!
It was the same the previous time around, and now as well…!
“Silly girl!” He could not help but laugh out to himself exasperatedly. But thinking in another way, it was the same as well—under usual circumstances, she would not reject his forceful advances, but neither would she be this into it.
At times, he really did not know whether to be over or less protective over this girl. Throwing her into a vacuum bag would save him that much more trouble.
Shi Guang was displeased. “…”
Was she scolding him again?
Ding dong!
Suddenly, the doorbell rang through the silent room.
Lu Yanchen ignored it, merely moving the hair that were covering her face.
Ding dong!
The doorbell rang again. This time around, Shi Guang looked at Lu Yanchen, saying, “There seems to be someone outside. Do you want to check it out?”
The doorbell seemed to be ringing non-stop—seemed like he really had to go deal with it.
Wearing back the shirt that he was undressing halfway, he covered Shi Guang with a blanket before heading down to open the door.
The moment the door was opened, Qian Xun grumbled out with her head lowered and holding the hangover relief without even seeing who it was that had opened the door, “Say, what took you so long! I almost thought you were aslee…”
Raising her head, she was stunned at the sight of this familiar looking, tall and robust man. She rubbed her eyes, wondering if there was something wrong with her eyes.
How else would Lu Yanchen be appearing in Littly’s room?
After confirming that this was indeed THAT Lu Yanchen that she knew—the one that was married and was probably gay—she took a step out of the room and checked the room number.
That was right… This was Littly’s room!
Realizing that she was neither seeing things nor entering the wrong room, three sets of reactions popped into Qian Xun’s mind for Lu Yanchen’s appearance in Littly’s room.
1) HOLY F*CK HOLY F*CK HOLY F*CK HOLY F*CK HOLY F*CK HOLY F*CK HOLY F*CK
2) F*CKING HELL F*CKING HELL F*CKING HELL F*CKING HELL F*CKING HELL F*CKING HELL
3) WHAT THE F*CK WHAT THE F*CK WHAT THE F*CK WHAT THE F*CK WHAT THE F*CK WHAT THE F*CK WHAT THE F*CK WHAT THE F*CK
Instantly, Qian Xun’s heart flared with a burning fury as she spoke in a cold tone, “Young Master Lu, what are you doing here? What are you trying to do in Littly’s room!?”
She was certain that he was someone up to no good!
Lu Yanchen was cold and aloof as always. “Does my presence here have anything to do with you?”
“Of course, there is! Littly is my friend!!” Qian Xun was so pissed she was almost hopping—why were all the men of the Lus so darned annoying!
“I won’t allow you to hurt my friend!”
Those words had Lu Yanchen’s expression soften and his tone was no longer as cold as before either. Pausing for a moment, he spoke slowly word by word, “She is my wife!”
“Even then, you cant…”
Wait, what in the world did he just say?
Qian Xun was dumbstruck. “…”
Littly was his wife?
Littly was his wife…
Littly was his wife!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
How could that be?! How could Littly be Lu Yanchen’s wife! She was still dissing him with Littly in the morning that his wife was a cover in order to hide his sexual orientation! She seemed to be smiling without trying to explain anything at all! Why did she suddenly turn into Lu Yanchen’s wife?
Lu Yanchen was lying to her, right?
At that thought, Qian Xun’s eyes sunk in as she yelled, “What proof do you have that you are Littly’s husband? Didn’t the internet say that your wife’s name was… was… I don’t care, it just wasn’t Littly!”