"No," Lu Wanwan took a deep breath, she didn’t need to insist on asking why someone disliked her.
Seeing his thoughtful eyes, she emphasized once more, "Really, there isn’t."
"Okay," Gu Annan spoke softly, "Between husband and wife, don’t hold grudges overnight. I’ll go check if the porridge is ready."
Lu Wanwan’s mouth hung open, what did he just say?
After a whole night, although she hadn’t had the energy to think too much, she did come to a realization upon waking up in the morning.
But there was nothing wrong with Gu Annan, was there?
"The porridge isn’t ready, I’ll call you when it is," he walked out of the kitchen, one hand tucked into the pocket of his casual pajamas, "You haven’t washed your face yet."
She quickly swallowed the cake in her mouth. She thought he was going to continue sleeping, so she ran out without washing her face.
Probably scorned, was she going to turn into a yellow-faced woman so quickly?
Lu Wanwan was about to cover her face and leave when he reached out, pushed her head over, and kissed her on the face.
"Why are you kissing me!"
"Can’t I kiss my wife?"
"..." She emphasized, "I haven’t washed my face yet!"
"Does our family have a rule that you can’t kiss without washing your face?" he raised an eyebrow.
Lu Wanwan frowned a bit tighter, feeling that she was actually more accustomed to his cold demeanor.
Why was he suddenly so clingy?
Have the roles reversed?
Or was it because she was angry yesterday, so he was offering some sweetness?
"I’m going to wash my face." She inexplicably dismissed whatever expression he had and trotted off.
Gu Annan stood with his arms folded, not planning to explain that matter, but intending to make up for it instead.
Was that a look of disdain on her face just now?
He took out his phone and powered it on to make a call to Zhao Chen.
"President Gu, could you keep your phone on in the future?" Zhao Chen was almost in tears.
He had been missing all morning and couldn’t reach the BOSS’s phone.
If it wasn’t for the fact that this morning’s meeting wasn’t an emergency, he would probably have called Miss Lu by now.
Disturbing Miss Lu for such an unimportant meeting, he feared the BOSS might want to fire him again.
"No." Gu Annan held his phone in one hand and a water glass in the other, "Calling in the morning would disturb my wife’s sleep, and her sleep hasn’t been good lately."
Zhao Chen fell silent momentarily. Was the BOSS flaunting his relationship?
We get that you’re married to Miss Lu, but do you have to remind us all the time?
"There’s only ten minutes left for the morning meeting..."
"Postpone it by an hour and switch to a video conference," he stated slowly, "It’s not that important anyway."
Zhao Chen had already braced himself for this when he received the call.
"There’s one more thing." He leisurely set down the glass, "There’s a store on Chun Qiar Road called AC. Go ask about the clothes my wife was looking at yesterday and have them develop according to that style and preference in the future."
"..." Zhao Chen held his forehead, thinking it was something substantial, "President Gu, are we going to venture into the clothing business?"
"No need, just invest in it casually," he said.
"Alright, President Gu, there is absolutely no problem with that," Zhao Chen responded.
After all, the BOSS was wealthy and capricious; he was just sending someone to run the errand.
After breakfast, Lu Wanwan cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, while Gu Annan went to his study for a meeting.
Once she finished, she suddenly remembered that things had started abruptly the night before without any precautions. Should she take the morning-after pill?
He didn’t plan on having a baby; what if she got pregnant?
After some thought, she decided against it.
If he had cared, he shouldn’t have made that mistake, and even if it was a mistake, she shouldn’t be the one to bear the responsibility.
And besides, he didn’t like kids, but his parents did, and so did she, three against one.