Chapter 391: Chapter 388
This, this, my little treasure…?
The cold and serious eldest young master of the Lu Family had actually become Miss Wen’s “little treasure.”
The chauffeur witnessed it.
But what he found most unbelievable was that the young master, faced with such a nickname, remained completely unfazed, as if he were already used to it.
He continued to drive, his gaze stealing glances at the rearview mirror.
Lu Xiao’s gaze was resting on Wen Xian’s eyes and brows, he raised his hand to touch her head, but his words were directed at the chauffeur:
“Uncle Lao Bai, are you alright? It’s fine to drive slower if there’s traffic.”
The chauffeur Uncle Lao Bai immediately withdrew his gaze, but couldn’t help coughing and, with a dry laugh, said:
“Ah, no problem, I just never expected that the young master, the young master is quite the closet romantic.”
At this, Wen Xian couldn’t help but let out a snorting laugh.
Wen Xian laughed and said, “Uncle, I think you said one word too many.”
Chauffeur Uncle Lao Bai hesitated: “…closet?”
“Haha, he’s clearly just romantic,” Wen Xian said as she laughed, her small hand patting his thigh and burying her head on Lu Xiao’s shoulder.
Seeing her lift her head again, nearly in tears with laughter, he silently looked away.
Who’s the romantic one here.
But he let her say whatever she wanted, as long as she was happy.
The car was filled with the laughter of Wen Xian and Uncle Lao Bai, creating a very pleasant atmosphere for a time.
The lights from outside the car cast a soft glow on Lu Xiao’s sharply defined and usually stern features, coating even the usually cold and stern Captain Lu with a gentle light.
The whole person seemed to have an indescribable tenderness in his eyes and brows.
The most beautiful moments in the world are those where one is laughing and the other is causing a commotion.
Wen Xian, tired from laughing, leaned against his shoulder, hugging and clinging like a koala.
It was then that she heard him suddenly say:
“Let’s get the marriage license as soon as possible, the sooner the better.”
Wen Xian’s heart trembled, and she looked up at him with laughter in her eyes, teasingly said:
“What’s the matter, Captain Lu is that anxious?”
She seemed to have forgotten that she had just been repeatedly asking him.
Lu Xiao held her hand, fingers tightly interlocked, uttering only two words: “Yes, anxious.”
She didn’t speak again, gazing deeply at him, then wrapped her arms around his, resting her head against his broad shoulder.
Like a small cat, she rubbed against him and finally found a comfortable spot, closing her eyes contentedly, with a slight smile on her lips.
That moment, she felt incredibly secure, as if everything was complete.
When everything on the surface seems perfect and people are likely to let their guard down, that’s precisely when dangers lurk in the shadows.
That night, since they’d returned quite late, Little Zaijun had already gone to bed, so Wen Xian didn’t go to disturb her.
Because she knew the girl was actually alright, there was nothing wrong, she felt relieved and prepared to wash up after eating something.
Lu Xiao had already finished washing and was sitting in his pajamas at the head of the bed. He received a phone call, and this time, he didn’t go out of the room to answer it.
The person on the phone was likely someone from the jurisdictional team.
Lu Xiao was inquiring about the situation there, checking if there were any troublesome issues, and also asking about Zha Xi’s mother.
Since she had had a stroke before he left, now that he knew she was alright, Lu Xiao felt somewhat reassured here.