Because she was addicted

When Wen Jia got home, her clothes were still wet even though it was only a short walk.

After taking a shower, she was so angry that she lost her appetite and immediately started working.

Today she studied Professor Fang's paper carefully again, and combined with her conversation with Professor Fang on the ship, she gained some new insights, which she needs to quickly organize into the report.

When I finally finished what I was doing, I looked up and realized that the torrential rain outside the window had subsided sometime earlier.

I opened the window and saw a light drizzle.

In the night, the freshness and coolness after the rainstorm washed over us.

I checked the time; it was already 10 p.m.

Just as I was about to get up to pour myself a glass of water, my phone rang.

It is Lu Chenyan.

She answered the call and heard Lu Chenyan's deep voice on the other end.

"You picked me up so quickly? Were you waiting for me?"

Wen Jia blushed. He answered so quickly, it made it seem like she'd been waiting for his call. She quickly replied:

"No. My phone just happens to be right next to me. Have you finished everything?"

There was a brief silence on the other end. "Yeah, I guess so."

"Are you alright?" Wen Jia noticed a hint of fatigue in Lu Chenyan's voice.

"It's nothing, I just missed you a little. Were you worried about me?"

Lu Chenyan's voice was so sweet and cloying that it made Wen Jia's ears itch. She switched the phone to the other side and rubbed her ear with her finger.

"Stop fooling around."

A low laugh came from the other end of the phone from Lu Chenyan, and after a long pause, he said:

"What are you doing?"

"I just finished writing a report."

Wen Jia answered truthfully, then, remembering a few questions in the report, casually asked them.

"Come on!"

Lu Chenyan quickly begged for mercy.

"My dear Secretary Wen, what time is it? Are you still talking to me about work? Can you stop with that capitalist exploitative face? Are you trying to kill me?"

Wen Jia burst out laughing.

"Who's the capitalist? If I hadn't agreed to your demands, would I be writing this report so late?"

"It's my fault, it's my fault!" Lu Chenyan apologized repeatedly.

"It was your fault to begin with. Who said that? I am your connection and your resource, and after only two days, you refuse to answer my questions."

Across from him, Lu Chenyan chuckled.

"Stand up."

"Um?"

"Go to the window."

"what?"

"Look down."

Wen Jia followed Lu Chenyan's instructions and walked to the window, looking down.

Under the dim streetlights, beside the low bushes, a figure was holding up a phone in one hand and waving at her.

Lu Chenyan?

Wen Jia recognized him at first glance.

"Why are you here?"

"Believe it or not, I'm just passing by."

"It's still raining, didn't you bring an umbrella? Did you get wet?"

"Could you kind sister let me come up here to wipe off the rain and have a cup of hot tea?"

Lu Chenyan had taken her home many times, but he had never come upstairs.

Wen Jia knew he really wanted to come up, but she always found excuses and reasons to refuse.

She appears cheerful and lively on the outside, but is actually quite traditional at heart.

That incident in Dali was the only time in her life she went astray.

She knew, of course, that Lu Chenyan was always itching to get his hands on her, but he always chose to restrain himself and respect her wishes.

Wen Jia knew that if the two of them continued to be so affectionate, it would only be a matter of time before they broke through the last line of defense.

To be honest, she herself was also finding it hard to cope.

She hadn't seen Lu Chenyan for a day. She couldn't even think about it while working, but as soon as she stopped, the longing would surge up, gripping her heart and throat, making her feel suffocated and extremely uncomfortable.

Especially today.

She couldn't help but worry about him.

Worrying is being concerned, and it's a dangerous sign.

So when Lu Chenyan brought up the idea of ​​coming up for a visit again, Wen Jia felt a little flustered and nervous, but after the initial panic and nervousness subsided, she ultimately did not refuse.

……

Lu Chenyan wore a light blue shirt, the sleeves meticulously rolled up and bunched up on his arms, revealing the dial of a cool-toned steel watch on his wrist. He wasn't wearing a suit or tie, and the top three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing his almost overly handsome collarbone. His short, wet black hair hung down over his forehead, exuding a lazy yet relaxed sense of elite sophistication.

The faint mole bobbed up and down as Lu Chenyan greeted him.

Wen Jia's eyes were unconsciously glued to it.

"You won't let me in?"

Lu Chenyan raised his hand to brace against the door frame, looked down and smiled at her.

"Oh, please come in."

Wen Jia was somewhat embarrassed by her momentary lapse in concentration.

Turning her back, she touched her slightly flushed cheeks, silently swallowed, and took a pair of women's slippers from the shoe cabinet, placing them beside Lu Chenyan's feet.

"Just wear this for now."

Lu Chenyan, with his sharp eyes, quickly scanned Wen Jia's shoe cabinet.

It was completely filled with women's shoes; there wasn't a single pair of men's shoes.

He changed his shoes with great satisfaction and even looked down to admire the pair of white rabbit-themed women's slippers on his feet.

They were clean and cute, but a little small; he could barely slip his toes in, while his heels had to stick out. The thought that these shoes were made by Wenjia warmed his heart, and much of the fatigue from the past day and night dissipated.

He walked into the room, looked around, and said:

"Is this your home?"

"Um."

The house is predominantly white, decorated with warm colors such as yellow and orange. Although it is not large, it is clean, tidy, and especially cozy.

"Good taste. Great location, great apartment layout. A lot of thought went into the renovation." Lu Chenyan praised without reservation.

Wen Jia was stunned.

Few people complimented her house.

Everyone who's been here says it's small.

Shen Yu came in, took a quick look around, and left in less than two minutes. He said he was taking her out to dinner to celebrate her buying a house, but he never came back after that. Every time, she was asked to go to Shen Yu's house.

Even Pan Mei and Wen Zhao looked down on him.

Extremely picky.

"Don't try to fool me. I know my place." Wen Jia gave a bitter laugh.

Lu Chenyan stared at him intently, "How am I trying to coax you? The place I live in England isn't even this big or this nice!"

As he spoke, he pointed to the sofa, and only sat down after Wen Jia nodded.

Wen Jia busied herself finding him a clean towel and pouring him a glass of warm water. "I don't believe you. Who are you trying to fool?"

"Believe it or not, I lived in a small attic apartment in England with an elderly woman who lived alone. The floorboards creaked when you stepped on them. On rainy days, it would get damp and moldy, and there were rats and cockroaches. If I moved even slightly, the old woman would start cursing at me from downstairs."

This was the first time Wen Jia had heard Lu Chenyan talk about himself.

"You? Live in the attic? Who would believe that! Doesn't your family care about you?" She took it as a joke.

"I went to England without telling my family. They always thought I went to America." Lu Chenyan's eyes were full of mischief. "When my father found out, he was so angry that he suspended my credit card, and I didn't plan to use it anyway. But I'm not afraid."

He was quite proud of it.

"Then how did you survive?" Wen Jia slowly became serious.

"I worked to earn money. Later, my older brother found out and felt sorry for me, so he secretly sent me money."

"Then why are you still sleeping in the attic?"

"I don't care about food or lodging, as long as I have a bed."

This was the first time Wen Jia had heard him bring up his past. She really hadn't expected that Lu Chenyan, a scion of a wealthy family, would have such a difficult past. She couldn't help but feel sorry for him and thought his older brother was really good.

"Have you eaten?" she asked.

Lu Chenyan shook his head. "Is there anything to eat?"

Wen Jia was angry with Shen Yu when she got home from get off work, and she was busy revising a report without eating anything, so she was a little hungry now.

"Will you accept noodles?" she asked, standing up.

"Okay, I'll do it."

Lu Chenyan dried his hair, casually folded the towel and placed it on the coffee table, then got up and walked towards the kitchen.

"Can you cook?"

Wen Jia was somewhat surprised to see Lu Chenyan opening the refrigerator to look for ingredients.

"I've done all sorts of jobs to survive in the UK. I even worked as a waiter in a Chinese restaurant for a while, cooking was nothing special."

Lu Chenyan skillfully took out noodles from the refrigerator, then picked out a tomato and two eggs.

"How about tomato and egg noodles?"

"Can."

Wen Jia agreed and casually added water to the soup pot.

She was told that Lu Chenyan would do it, but she couldn't bear to, so she kept working without stopping. While she was cooking, Lu Chenyan had already washed the wok, turned on the heat and poured in the oil, and while the oil was hot, he had already beaten the eggs.

It was done in one smooth motion, with very skillful movements.

It really does seem like something they're used to doing.

Wenjia seized the opportunity to wash the tomatoes and dice them for later use.

The kitchen wasn't big to begin with, just big enough for Wen Jia alone. But when the tall Lu Chenyan stood there, the kitchen immediately looked even smaller and cramped.

When two people are working, some friction and contact between their bodies are inevitable.

Boiling water bubbled in the soup pot, hot oil sizzled in the wok, and the aroma of tomatoes and eggs filled the kitchen, mingled with the aggressive masculine scent of Lu Chenyan after being caught in the rain, and the occasional touch and friction of skin against skin...

Wen Jia's mind began to feel muddled for a moment.

In a daze, she felt that if things could stay like this forever, it might be quite nice.