After sending the text message, Lin Mubai did not put the phone back in his pocket but held it in his hand, wanting to see the reply from the little woman as soon as it arrived.
Soon, the phone in his hand vibrated slightly; he quickly picked it up and swiped the screen: "I’ve eaten, now having fruit and watching TV, will go to sleep later."
Reading the message, Lin Mubai’s deep expression turned unusually gentle, without him even noticing it, just staring at the message on the phone for a long time. Thɪs chapter is updated by Nove1Fire.net
A group of men and women returning from the dance floor saw the scene of Young Master Lin foolishly smiling at his phone.
Xi Shaoqi and Han Xiayang exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with confusion. In the next moment, they both moved quickly forward in unison, aiming to see what was on the phone that could make Young Master Lin show such a disgustingly tender expression.
But Lin Mubai had been quicker in putting away his phone, while also suppressing the gentle expression on his face, coldly glaring at the two of them: "What are you guys up to?"
Both shrugged their shoulders simultaneously, saying in unison: "Nothing."
Young Master Lin’s actions clearly signaled to everyone not to meddle in his business, naturally making them hesitant to ask too much, lest they hold a grudge and get badly treated over something unknown later; that would not be worth it.
At this moment, the phone in his pocket vibrated again. Lin Mubai ignored the curious gazes of these people, took out the phone, and glanced at it: "When are you coming back?"
It’s imaginable, when the little woman sent this message, she must have been nestled in the lazy sofa, languidly, half-squinting, sending this message to him.
Thinking of the current appearance of the little woman on the other end of the phone, Lin Mubai felt warmth in his heart, his fair fingers quickly sliding over the screen: "If you’re sleepy, sleep early. I’m not sure yet, but I will definitely make you breakfast tomorrow morning."
Soon, the messages came again: "Okay, I want to eat congee with preserved egg and lean meat tomorrow, you handle the rest."
"Alright, rest early."
Lin Mubai continued to look through his phone for a bit, finally putting it back in his pocket with peace of mind.
As he raised his head, he found himself meeting several pairs of eyes staring at him intently; he slightly furrowed his brows and asked with confusion: "What’s wrong? Is there something on my face?"
Everyone shook their heads unanimously.
"No, no, no, it’s just that you were smiling so sweetly just now, Mubai." Xi Shaoqi said a bit disjointedly, but this was true.
Just now, Young Master Lin really smiled sweetly at his phone, a kind of smile that he and his brothers over the years had never seen before.
Usually, Young Master Lin would smile too, but that smile always felt distant, unlike the genuine feel he just had, which was the real reason behind everyone’s surprise.
Was the smile really sweet? Did he? Lin Mubai inwardly disputed, his expression still calm: "Oh, let’s drink."
The simple three words instantly diverted everyone’s attention, and they began raising their glasses to drink.
However, in their hearts, everyone was still very curious about the person who had been texting with Young Master Lin, wondering whether she could be Young Master Lin’s mysterious girlfriend.
If so, they really must admire this mysterious woman to the extreme, for being able to make someone as cold as Young Master Lin smile so sweetly. What kind of person must she be?