In such a short meeting time, wasted in the kitchen, Lu Qin accepted the suggestion to have the chef cook and insisted on taking Pei Rong to tour his home.
This was a villa very close to the Lu family office building. Lu Qin’s parents only came to stay occasionally when they missed their son; they had their own place, and Lu Qin was busy, so the two generations rarely lived together.
“My room,” Lu Qin pushed open a door, saying to Pei Rong.
Whether Pei Rong was interested in being forced to tour the room was another matter; his brain automatically analyzed what he saw.
Four months ago, Lu Qin took him back to the place where the other stayed during business trips to other cities. This was where he lived daily, and there were traces of his life everywhere.
Lu Qin: “Do you want to sit on this bed?”
Pei Rong: “No.”
Lu Qin opened the wardrobe, operated on the panel, and a row of white cabinet doors opened automatically. Half of them were empty. He pushed the neatly hanging high-end suits to the corner, creating more space.
There’s no shortage of space for clothes, even if another person’s clothes were put inside.
Pei Rong: “Impressive.”
Lu Qin “Hmm” and paused, his fingers on the wardrobe door.
Wait a minute, what was he doing?
He’s actually thinking of inviting Pei Rong to live together.
He even wanted to subconsciously do it once a day!
Lu Qin was a little panicked. He had been uncomfortable both physically and mentally these days, but the symptoms disappeared when he saw Pei Rong.
He thought it was a big improvement, but it rebounded!
He licked his dry lips and dared not look at Pei Rong. “Let’s go downstairs and eat.”
The dishes made by the Lu family chef were delicious. Pei Rong closed his eyes in pain. It smelled so good.
He didn’t let Lu Qin cook because he was afraid the food would be too tempting and he couldn’t resist eating too much, causing the fetus to get too much nutrition and grow too fast.
Who knew that after the first four months of poor appetite, everything he ate now was delicious? It’s as if there’s a hole in his stomach that could only be filled with braised pork, lion’s head, sweet and sour fish, and salt and pepper shrimp.
Unfortunately, all these dishes were on the table.
Pei Rong’s face turned iron-green, and he pinched his thigh.
Lu Qin stood up. “Not to your liking?”
Pei Rong said in frustration, “I need to lose weight, need to control myself.”
He wasn’t lying; the economic researcher in the later stages of the movie had participated in a lot of farm work, and he had become thin from exhaustion.
Lu Qin immediately disagreed. “You’re so thin that even your chin is sharp.”
Pei Rong: “I don’t gain weight on my face.”
Lu Qin’s gaze swept over Pei Rong, landing on his hand that was covering his abdomen.
On a whim, he felt that it must be nice to touch there.
Lu Qin’s hand went under Pei Rong’s clothes, startling him. He almost got a leg cramp, his body hair standing on end. He quickly grabbed Lu Qin’s wrist. “Take it out.”
Lu Qin rubbed the soft belly, honestly saying, “Not fat.”
Saying that, he pushed several dishes in front of Pei Rong, picked up a few chopsticks, and put them in his bowl, coaxing, “Eat.”
Pei Rong swallowed saliva and, in resignation, picked up the chopsticks.
Just this meal.
The boxed meals from the crew were terrible. As long as he didn’t order something else, he would make sure that the young one went hungry.
The idea was good, but when Pei Rong arrived on set, he found out that Lu Qin had arranged a separate kitchen for him, and there were no boxed meals, not even a fast-food container.
In desperation, Pei Rong befriended a stray dog in the village, instructed the chef to cook something lighter, and while eating, he would toss some to the little yellow dog. After this meal, he only ate half.
Little Yellow was very sensible. 24 hours a day, whenever Pei Rong picked up chopsticks, it would come over and lie down, waiting for food. If Pei Rong didn’t give it, it would just lie there quietly, leaving the chef, responsible for cooking, crying and laughing.
Pei Rong tossed a piece of ribs. “More obedient than Lu dog.”
He searched for the instructions for raising dogs and found out that dogs needed to be walked every day. This dispelled the idea of adopting one himself, and he decided to post on Weibo to find a reliable owner for it.
The chef who cooked for him developed a bond with the little yellow dog and took away the custody.
If we talk about the relationship with the little yellow dog, the chef indeed had a deeper connection with it than Pei Rong. After all, when the chef was washing ingredients, Little Yellow would be squatting nearby, spending day and night together.
***
When Pei Rong went abroad, Jianglu Entertainment moved its address to S City, not far from the Lu’s main building.
The outside world envied Zhou Hang for his stroke of good luck, but only he knew how challenging the situation was for him.
Lu Qin’s interest in Pei Rong had far surpassed his imagination!
His withdrawal from the circle was bound to explode sooner or later. Zhou Hang indirectly asked Pei Rong twice if he wanted to continue being a celebrity, but Pei Rong firmly declined both times.
Zhou Hang was losing more hair recently because Lu Qin took all of Pei Rong’s information at the company and assumed full control of Pei Rong’s career planning.
The so-called planning almost tied Pei Rong to the S City. He no longer had to travel across the country, only participating in activities in S City. Additionally, there were many courses that he didn’t understand.
Lu Qin seemed to be guiding Pei Rong toward the path of an artist. It felt like Pei Rong would soon break free from the label of being a popular figure, only filming mainstream works and attending major events, becoming a representative in the artistic community.
Lu Qin didn’t need to personally worry about these matters; a single sentence from his high secretary could handle it to his satisfaction.
Zhou Hang quickly sent this plan to Pei Rong, saying, “While it’s still a plan, find a way to stop it.”
If Lu Qin invested too much, it might all be in vain, and Zhou Hang would have to sweep the streets for the rest of his life.
***
Pei Rong was currently digging bamboo shoots with fellow villagers, sweating profusely. He opened the file Zhou Hang sent, read it line by line, frowned more and more, and after a while, he disdainfully laughed.
Lu Qin not only coveted his body, but also wanted to mold him into the person he liked.
A bit challenging, indeed.
He didn’t like attending classes for wealthy wives, didn’t enjoy socializing with Lu Qin’s friends, and didn’t want to wear the elegant and noble mask to make Lu Qin look good.
Lu Qin should just ‘love’ the one he wanted.
