Oh no! His rural wife is sweeter than a peach!

Ying Yuchuan truly stayed by her side at all times.

"Alright, I forgive you. You can go home now."

Lu Luozhi wanted to leave smoothly tomorrow, and having no other choice, she had to tell him this.

At dinner time, Ying Yuchuan prepared three dishes and a soup.

He learned it all online.

To get a rich young master to lower himself and learn to cook in the kitchen, I guess only Lu Luozhi has the ability to make him do that.

Although it doesn't look very appealing, at least he was willing to do it, right?

Finding another piece of eggshell in her scrambled eggs with tomatoes, Lu Luozhi teased, "I don't think I'm calcium deficient, Ying Yuchuan, are you trying to make me take calcium supplements?"

Ying Yuchuan glanced at it, said nothing, and picked up the plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes and threw it into the trash can.

"I'll order takeout for you later."

He stared at the dishes with a hint of annoyance.

It's not that it's dark or salty.

Why is cooking so difficult?

It's much more difficult than doing business. Those cooking videos often say "appropriate amount" or "appropriate amount," and the word "appropriate amount" is a measure word.

Lu Luozhi burst out laughing. "Ying Yuchuan, don't you know how shameful it is to waste resources?"

Hahaha... That's hilarious, this method of destroying evidence is quite straightforward.

"have no idea."

He answered without blinking.

"Did you hear what I just said?"

"no."

He's not the kind of man who gives up easily.

Her so-called forgiveness was perfunctory and not sincere at all; she just wanted him to leave and stop bothering her.

Lu Luozhi sighed softly, "Ying Yuchuan, you've changed. You weren't like this before."

He gave her a meaningful look, then calmly ate the rice in his bowl. "I have changed."

The rice seemed a little undercooked.

He frowned; the texture in his mouth told him that the food wasn't cooked.

"Don't eat it."

He put down his bowl and chopsticks, and took the bowl from her as well. "The rice isn't cooked."

The rice wasn't cooked properly, and the dishes were unpalatable.

Very well, it seems that Ying Yuchuan's style is not a panacea for everything.

Fortunately, no one else knew except for the two of them.

"I'll order takeout for you."

My head hurts.

He's here, how is she going to sneak away tomorrow?

He guarded her like a prison warden watching over a prisoner, observing her every move, from eating and drinking to relieving herself.

She needs to think of a way.

Lu Mingshi had already packed her things; all she needed to do was grab her phone and leave.

Or should I just punch him unconscious?

"boom--"

A loud crash pulled Lu Luozhi back to reality. Looking over, she saw Ying Yuchuan accidentally bump into the pile of junk in the corner.

He was in so much pain that he kept rubbing his knee.

This young master of the house, with his long arms and legs, is finding it very difficult to get used to living here.

This place is so dilapidated and so small, the whole bungalow is not even as big as his bedroom in the villa, but he still managed to stay here.

The environment and lifestyle here are completely incompatible with his identity.

If people knew that he, a big CEO, was willing to live in such a poor place instead of his luxurious mansion for the sake of a woman, I wonder what they would laugh at him for.

There are still nine hours before I catch the train.

After taking a shower, Lu Luozhi saw Ying Yuchuan sitting cross-legged on the bed, typing away on his laptop.

There are some official matters that he must handle personally, and Ying Qingran cannot take his place.

There was no desk here, so he had to do it this way. The room was small, and there wasn't any extra space to put a desk.

He was focused and attentive, with strong and smooth lines in his profile and a superior jawline, making him look handsome, charming, and full of charisma.

Someone like him should be sitting in his office.

Lu Luozhi kept this in mind.

"Ying Yuchuan, why don't you go home?"

He looked up from his computer and glanced at her. "If you want to go back, let's go back together."

Then he added, "We're going out for dinner tomorrow night, so make sure you have time for me."

Tomorrow night?

She's already on the train.

Lu Luozhi felt a little guilty. She looked away and casually replied, "Okay, I know."

He said gently, "Go to sleep first, I still have a while before I'm finished."

Climbing to the inside of the bed, Lu Luozhi sat cross-legged, propping her cheek with one hand, and asked him with some confusion, "Ying Yuchuan, why are you staying in this shabby place with me?"

"Look at this place, it's so small, so dilapidated, so shabby. How can it compare to your big villa? It's so small that there's not even room for a desk."

He once again raised his dark eyes from the screen and looked at her beside him.

"Want to know why?"

"Um."

Under her gaze, he spoke earnestly, "Because you are here."

He repeated again, "Because you are here, that's enough."