Chapter 758: Chapter 755
His eyelid twitched slightly, and he almost couldn’t catch his breath.
As soon as Lu Xiao entered, he looked at the dimly lit room, the romantic and atmospheric candlelit dinner, and fell silent.
Following him, Shen Lin suddenly felt something irritating, rubbed his face, and scratched the back of his head, touching his black short hair, seeming a bit embarrassed.
Wen Xian also widened her eyes at the scene, glanced at Shen Lin, then at Lu Xiao, and finally nudged his arm, saying,
“Honey, we might have come at the wrong time.”
Lu Xiao glanced at the romantic candlelit dinner and said indifferently,
“The timing is just right, isn’t it? The atmosphere is so nice; without us, it would be less perfect.”
As he spoke, he looked towards Li Zaijun and said, “Don’t you think so?”
Li Zaijun dared not contradict and nodded repeatedly like a pecking chicken.
“Right, you’re so right, brother. Without you guys, it would be boring. Celebrating a birthday should be lively and fun.”
Otherwise, it was Shen Lin who had to deal with himself.
Inviting them to celebrate together would also keep him in check.
She touched her nose and decided to feel sorry for President Shen for one second.
This was clearly President Shen’s carefully planned evening, prepared to have a romantic candlelit dinner with his little girlfriend, followed by a passionate night.
Who knows, the bathtub might even be filled with rose petals by now.
So, it wasn’t the ‘imperfection’ Lu Xiao mentioned. Their arrival clearly meant they were acting as giant lightbulbs.
Therefore, five minutes later, four people sat at a table bathed in dim yellow light, looking at each other. Three had subtle expressions, while only Lu Xiao looked the most nonchalant.
Shen Lin’s composure was the first to break; he sighed and stood up: “Alright, I’ll go and make some more food, you guys start eating.”
With that, he turned on the light.
Who needs candles, anyway? Four people having a candlelit dinner would just feel weird.
Saying this, he went into the kitchen but poked his head out again to give Li Zaijun an instruction:
“Girl, come and give me a hand.”
Seeing that her brother didn’t object, she got up and said, “Okay.”
With that, she headed toward the kitchen.
Shen Lin was simmering soup in the kitchen, which smelled pretty good; Li Zaijun walked over to him.
But just as she approached, she was suddenly grabbed from behind, her mouth covered, and pulled into an embrace, her lower back pressed against the kitchen counter.
She couldn’t help but let out a low moan.
The sound was too faint, and Shen Lin leaned in, nibbling at her ear, with a somewhat plaintive tone:
“You little brat, you’ve ruined everything I prepared for tonight. Was my candlelit dinner supposed to be just for staring into your brother’s eyes?”
Li Zaijun felt embarrassed too, looking up at him with a pitiful expression.
She couldn’t have stopped her brother from coming if she wanted to.
She wriggled free from his grasp, pouting and whispering in dissatisfaction, “I didn’t know you had made all these plans, besides, isn’t it more festive to have more people for your birthday?”
“Is it festivity that I want? I’m not celebrating an eightieth birthday.”
President Shen expressed his frustration helplessly.
Seeing his disappointed and defeated look, she couldn’t bear it in her heart and placed her small hand against his chest:
“All right, don’t feel regretful on your birthday. Think about what I might be able to do to make it up to you?”
A spark of light began to shine in the depths of his eyes.