Lu Yanzhou: ?
His refined face showed a rare moment of blankness. He silently lowered his head and looked at his little brother.
Little Lu, don’t listen—it’s a bad review.
His long eyelashes trembled slightly, concealing the astonishment in his eyes. Lu Yanzhou began observing discreetly.
Who was it?
Beside him, as if she were the one who had been pushed down, Bai Liye continued to sob.
“Do you know how much you’ve hurt me? Why did you send someone to do this to me? I cried until twelve o’clock today, and my eyes are swollen.”
Under Lu Yanzhou’s gaze, Shi Liaoliao stood up briskly, brushed the dust off her clothes, and listened silently to Bai Liye’s sobbing, her thick eyelashes fluttering slightly.
Then that voice appeared again.
[Did you cry until twelve o’clock? Did you stop crying right at twelve? Exactly at twelve? Why were you crying while watching the clock?]
Noticing the gaze from someone who had never looked at her directly, Shi Liaoliao lifted her eyelids and glanced at Lu Yanzhou.
[What are you looking at? If you fire me, I’ll go shit in your study.]
Lu Yanzhou: “”
So it was you spreading rumors.
“What did he do to you?”
Shifting his gaze away from Shi Liaoliao, Lu Yanzhou walked further inside, revealing a slightly surprised expression from an angle no one could see.
…Mind reading?
He took off his jacket, sat down on the sofa, and accepted the tea handed to him by a servant. Leaning back lazily, he crossed his long legs.
Surprised?
Not really.
He was a future CEO, after all.
What’s wrong with having a little mind-reading ability?
Bai Liye shot Shi Liaoliao a “you’re done for” look and hurried over on her high heels.
“She… she… she to me…”
She couldn’t let it slip that someone had taken a dump on her head.
She let out a sob, as if the memory was too painful to continue.
Lu Yanzhou lowered his head and took a sip of tea, his pale lips glistening with moisture.
“Did she fall in love with you at first sight?”
“Shi Liaoliao, get ready. You’ll marry Miss Bai tomorrow.”
Bai Liye: ?
Shi Liaoliao walked over, her usually calm, lifeless eyes flickering with emotion.
Catching that momentary anomaly, Lu Yanzhou raised an eyebrow. Did she really like Bai Liye?
[We’re just master and servant. You’ve crossed the line, Little Lu.]
Little Lu: “”
Seeing that Lu Yanzhou intended to ignore the matter, Bai Liye immediately caught on.
She thought to herself that Lu Yanzhou’s attitude toward this little manservant hadn’t been like this before…
Bai Liye’s thoughts shifted, and she pulled out a light blue lunchbox from who knows where.
“You just got back from school and haven’t eaten much, right? Here, I made this myself. Try it.”
Lu Yanzhou’s expression remained indifferent.
Seeing him smile faintly and say nothing, Bai Liye cursed him inwardly as a dog of a man but outwardly shed tears with a pitiful look. “Your manservant bullied me, and now you’re treating me like this too?”
“You know how I feel. The first time I saw you, I was drawn to that sexy mole under your eye…”
Listening to Bai Liye’s words, Shi Liaoliao, standing nearby waiting to be fired, gradually zoned out.
[Come to think of it, the first time I saw Lu Yanzhou, I was also drawn to that mole. I thought at the time…]
Lu Yanzhou glanced at her with an amused expression.
Oh?
[Wow, what a huge piece of eye gunk.]
Lu Yanzhou: “”
The smile on his lips almost faltered.
What had the old butler said to me before he passed away?
‘This child doesn’t like to talk, just treat him as mute.’
Indeed.
Before mind-reading: mute
After mind-reading: loudspeaker
A hint of curiosity flickered in Lu Yanzhou’s eyes.
Shi Liaoliao’s mind was wandering when she unexpectedly met Lu Yanzhou’s tea-brown eyes, which, due to his thick lashes, looked tender even when gazing at a dog. She couldn’t quite process it.
[What’s this about? Usually, he treats me like an NPC and ignores me. Why does he keep looking at me today?]
[Looking at me won’t help—it’s not like I have eye gunk on my face.]
Lu Yanzhou: “…Enough.”
Can we move past this joke already?
Bai Liye thought he was referring to her and immediately fell silent.
She even seemed a bit surprised.
Although Lu Yanzhou had an elegant appearance and habitually wore a faint smile at the corner of his lips, anyone who interacted with him would quickly realize that very few people ever caught his attention, and even fewer could stir any emotional reaction from him.
So much so that his clearly emotional “Enough” just now actually made Bai Liye feel a sense of being “flattered and overwhelmed”!?
Oh my god, did I actually make Lu Yanzhou, the young master of the Lu family, angry??
Shi Liaoliao was also surprised.
But what surprised her even more was that Lu Yanzhou actually accepted the blue lunchbox.
It was clear that Bai Liye had put a lot of thought into winning over the Lu family’s wealth… ahem, the young master.
The dishes were almost entirely chosen according to Lu Yanzhou’s tastes, showing she hadn’t spared any effort in bribing the Lu family’s cooks.
However, Lu Yanzhou merely glanced at it before looking up at Shi Liaoliao, who stood there expressionless but was actually hungry enough to devour a whole Lu Yanzhou.
“You.”
Poison tester.
He handed the opened lunchbox over to her.
This was the first time Lu Yanzhou had given Shi Liaoliao a task since she entered the Lu household.
Several servants’ expressions changed, and their gazes toward Shi Liaoliao shifted slightly.
Shi Liaoliao walked over a beat too slowly, then extended her hand.
Her fingers, like the rest of her, were slender and delicate, with joints tinged pink—nothing like a man’s hands at all.
Lu Yanzhou’s gaze lingered for a moment before calmly shifting away, his tea-brown eyes observing the person before him.
Shi Liaoliao picked out the pieces of meat inside and tasted each one.
“How is it?”
He kept staring at Shi Liaoliao’s face, seemingly unwilling to miss even the slightest change in expression.
After swallowing the food, Shi Liaoliao glanced at him. Her upturned eyes were clear and transparent, free of any impurities.
“Delicious.”
Her voice was crisp and clear, exactly like the one that echoed in his mind.
Looking at the lunchbox and the new pair of chopsticks Shi Liaoliao handed back, Lu Yanzhou inexplicably took them. As if guided by some unseen force, he picked up a piece of fried chicken that looked somewhat presentable and brought it to his mouth.
[It’s just that the chicken is fried older than my grandpa’s foot calluses.]
Lu Yanzhou, with the foot-callus fried chicken already touching his lips: “…”
“If I recall correctly, Butler Shi was buried in the western suburbs.”
Seeing him suddenly speak up after putting down his chopsticks, Shi Liaoliao nodded, somewhat bewildered.
Why did the topic suddenly jump to this?
[Did eating chicken make you reminisce about my grandpa?]
Lu Yanzhou elegantly wiped the corner of his mouth, thinking to himself that he’d have someone dig up the grave tonight to see whether the fried chicken or the old butler’s foot calluses were older.