Lu Hualiang’s eye corner twitched fiercely.
"Wife, at such a romantic moment, all you think about is eating. It’s quite sad," he said.
He wrapped one arm around her waist and helplessly met her innocent eyes.
"Wife, at such a romantic atmosphere, can you not mention something as mundane as eating?"
"Her Majesty the Empress" hasn’t eaten all day, my stomach is flattened with hunger, I’m in no mood for your flirtatious antics!
Lu Hualiang felt helpless, his well-defined fingers lightly tapped her nose tip.
"Such lack of sentiment."
Xia Weibao chuckled, "Let’s address my basic needs first, I haven’t eaten anything since last night."
"What?" Lu Hualiang’s expression changed, "Since last night?"
"Yeah, I wasn’t hungry in the morning, and then I got thrown into the police station. They are so stingy, not providing meals."
It wouldn’t be so bad if they didn’t provide food, but they didn’t even allow food to be delivered, I could have starved to death.
A pang of pain struck Lu Hualiang’s heart.
She’s a foodie, itching to eat every hour, and now she hasn’t eaten for a whole day and night!
There’s usually no one living in this villa, so the fridge is empty of ingredients.
There is a small supermarket downstairs, though.
"Wife, let’s go grocery shopping together, and I’ll cook for you when we get back."
I’ve often seen couples shopping at the supermarket, the woman sitting in the shopping cart while the man pushes her around.
I used to find such behavior quite childish, but now, I want to experience all those immature acts of love.
However, Director Lu’s dream of sweetly pushing his wife around the supermarket didn’t come true.
Because "Her Majesty the Empress" was too hungry to walk, she kicked him out alone to buy groceries.
In the kitchen, Xia Weibao sat at the bar, swinging her fair and dainty feet, resting her head on one hand while watching the man focused on frying steaks.
"Director Lu, I really didn’t see it coming that you could cook," she said.
"Just because I don’t do it often doesn’t mean I can’t," he replied.
"So lazy, knowing how to cook yet hiring so many chefs."
Lu Garden employs many servants, security guards, maids, gardeners, butlers, and not to mention, several chefs.
That must be quite the expense, mustn’t it?
Lu Hualiang chuckled, "I only cook for the person I love."
Xia Weibao sighed, "Such a great man, the CEO of Lu Corporation cooking personally. The woman who gets to eat your cooking must be very fortunate."
"That fortunate woman is you."
Hearing his words, Xia Weibao was taken aback.
Looking at his tall figure from behind, her heart suddenly skipped a beat faster.
Her eyes became a little frantic.
He said he only cooks for the person he loves, and she hadn’t thought of herself.
But now, he was indeed cooking for her.
Xia Weibao was in turmoil, feeling a strong sense of guilt.
What he wanted, she couldn’t give.
But she couldn’t give up the warmth he brought either, a warmth very similar to that of Dog Emperor.
Her defenses were getting weaker by the day, and she feared one day she would succumb, doing something to betray Dog Emperor.
She looked at his silhouette, this angle allowing her to see his hands perfectly.
They were long, noble hands, very beautiful.
Hands that pointed at rivers and mountains, hands that strategized and commanded.
On a typical day, documents passing through those hands were worth billions.
Yet, such distinguished hands were now preparing her soup and dishes.
A man deserved a better woman, not someone like her who, despite having another man in her heart, still longed for the warmth of another man, a fickle and bad woman.