The chef quickly served the freshly prepared breakfast.
Thinly sliced boiled snowflake beef, accompanied by five delicious dipping sauces.
The beef was sliced with uniform thickness, each piece nearly identical in size and shape, showcasing the chef’s impeccable knife skills.
Pan-fried deep-sea cod, golden on both sides, revealing glimpses of tender white flesh inside, enticing and delicious.
The chef thoughtfully arranged the fish with fruits and vegetables to form the shape of a whole fish, adding a touch of whimsy.
Placed beside Hua Rui were two Michelin-style pastries shaped like roses and a fragrant sea cucumber soup.
When Hua Rui saw the Michelin pastries, her eyes lit up, and the corners of her lips curved into a lovely smile.
“Uncle, I’m hungry!”
She reminded him sweetly, as her right hand was still held by that cold, pale, slender hand.
Lu Jianshen did not let go. Using his free right hand, he skillfully picked up a slice of beef, dipped it in sauce, and brought it to Hua Rui’s lips:
“Try it, it’s even fresher than the beef last time!”
“I want to do it myself!” Hua Rui’s face had already turned pink.
The morning sunlight fell on her face, flawless as snow and jade, so beautiful it was hard to look away.
Lu Jianshen’s lips curved slightly: “Didn’t I say you’d get to eat meat with Uncle? I’ll feed you the meat, and you can eat the pastries with your left hand!”
“But I don’t want to!” Hua Rui glanced sideways slightly.
The man was so close to her, his pleasant scent of fir wood faintly enveloping her.
His aura had warmed considerably due to the softness in his eyes.
Yet the tenderness flowing in those beautiful hawk-like eyes still made her inexplicably flustered.
“Look at me!” came Lu Jianshen’s melodious voice.
Hua Rui met his gaze again.
This time, his eyes held the encouragement of a steady and mature elder.
“Is it simply that you don’t like being fed this way, or is it because you’re shy?”
Lu Jianshen’s gaze always inexplicably put her at ease.
So, looking into his eyes, she said to him, “Shy!”
Lu Jianshen understood!
A layer of depth gradually veiled his gentle hawk-like eyes.
The blood flowing through his body was filled with something called joy!
He tried his best to keep his tone gentle: “Princess Ruirui, you’ll get used to it slowly! It’s only right for Uncle to take care of you!”
Hua Rui didn’t refuse again. Her face grew even redder, but she directly ate the slice of beef—unexpectedly delicious!
Xiaolu’s eyes immediately sparkled with delight: “So delicious, Uncle, I want more!”
The man looked at her dotingly, his hands never stopping.
The beef on the plate and the delicious cod were fed bit by bit to the little glutton beside him.
Only when she used her left hand to eat the pastries would Lu Jianshen quickly take a few bites himself.
The hands clasped under the table gradually shifted from him holding hers to their fingers interlocking, tightly intertwined.
“Wait, come closer!” Lu Jianshen looked at the radiant young girl who had eaten her fill.
“Huh, what’s wrong?”
The man slowly leaned closer to her face. Hua Rui’s heart beat faster and faster, almost leaping out of the rosewood chair.
Lu Jianshen took a soft cloth and patiently wiped the cream from the corner of her lips: “There!”
He put down the cloth and looked at the stiff little princess.
He had long guessed her thoughts, knowing she was nervous from shyness, but he would never expose her.
“Ruirui, go get ready. I’ll take you to our Rose Manor for a stroll later.”
Lu Jianshen’s warm gaze rested on her.
Hua Rui’s face flushed again. “Uncle, don’t you need to go to work?”
The man’s slender fingers lightly tapped on the white jade stone table.
“Working remotely today.”
Hua Rui couldn’t help but glance at those hands again—they were no less exquisite than the fine mutton-fat jade of the dining table.
Her right hand still retained the warmth from his touch.
Beside her were the remaining beef and cod. She had been enjoying Lu Jianshen’s attentive feeding, and it seemed he hadn’t eaten much himself.
Just as she was about to apologize, Lu Jianshen reached out and gently patted her head.
“Be good and go. Girls need time to get ready. Is an hour enough?”
The corners of Hua Rui’s lips lifted slightly.
She had thought the superhuman CEO Lu only understood work and social niceties, but he even knew about the little things like waiting for a girl to get ready.
She couldn’t help but laugh, her voice playful and tinged with a hint of coquettishness.
“So Uncle isn’t just an aloof, towering ice sculpture—he also understands the warmth of everyday life.”
Lu Jianshen smiled. “It depends on the person, and who it is.”
Hua Rui stood up, her face still flushed. “I’ll head upstairs now. I won’t need an hour—half an hour is plenty!”
With that, she quickly fled the scene.
Lu Jianshen watched the graceful, beautiful little princess as she skipped up the wooden staircase and entered her room before finally withdrawing his gaze.
He quickly finished the remaining meat dishes on his plate, ensuring not a single bit went to waste.
He realized that every moment spent with that little princess made him unable to suppress a smile, relaxed his mood, and filled his entire being with joy.
Love truly had a magical power!
Lu Jianshen also went to choose his outfit.
In his heart, accompanying the little princess to visit Rose Manor for the first time was a matter of ceremony.
His wardrobe, filled year-round with formal black, white, and gray attire, left little room for casual wear, let alone the trendy brands often worn by Hua Rui’s brother, Hua Wuque.
He selected a light-colored shirt that leaned toward casual, adorned with finely carved dark patterns, exuding an elegant texture.
A pair of casual trousers, with their well-tailored fit, wrapped around Lu Jianshen’s straight and robust long legs, showcasing his impeccable physique.
He lightly smoothed his distinct strands of hair, his deep, hawk-like eyes filled with a gentle light, making him appear vibrant and spirited.
Striding into the main hall, he took a seat on a leather sofa, his gaze fixed directly on the staircase leading to the second floor.
He didn’t want to miss a single moment of the little princess Hua Rui’s entrance.
Chief Steward Mr. Steve approached with a bow. “Mr. Lu, the rose garden is fully open.”
Lu Jianshen nodded. “At the vineyard, have winemaker Mr. John arrive by one o’clock this afternoon.”
“Yes! I’ll arrange it immediately.”
Just as Steve was about to leave, Lu Jianshen raised an eyebrow slightly.
“Wait a moment. You’ll be meeting the mistress of Rose Manor.”
“Mr. Lu?”
A trace of curiosity appeared on Steve’s typically unflappable face.
Lu Jianshen, of course, knew what he was thinking.
This loyal chief steward had always satisfied him greatly.
“My fiancée, Hua Rui! From now on, anything she says here carries the same weight as my own orders.”
“Congratulations, Mr. Lu!”
A faint smile appeared in Steve’s eyes—the greatest expression of his inner world he ever allowed himself.
As they were speaking, a beautiful figure emerged from a room upstairs.
Lu Jianshen looked up to see a girl wearing a light-colored, layered princess dress, her long curly hair tied up with a playful bow.
Her porcelain-white face was flushed like peach blossoms, her features naturally delicate and exquisite, stunningly beautiful.
He strode over and extended his right hand.
The little princess descending the stairs blinked her eyes, revealing a mischievous dimple:
“No!”
Lu Jianshen’s gaze sharpened, and his perfect right hand unhesitatingly grasped the little hand that had deliberately tried to evade…