Chapter 11: The Man Who Doesn’t Understand Romance

Wen Nian leaned against the man’s chest.

The man had just finished his shower, and his body smelled only of clean soap mixed with a strong masculine scent.

It made her head spin—intoxicated without a drop of alcohol.

She had only hugged him for about three seconds when she felt him pinch a spot on her arm.

Her arm instantly went numb, and she couldn’t move it at all.

Lu Hanzheng took the chance to pull her away.

Then he quickly stepped back a good distance.

Wen Nian was both annoyed and amused.

Did he really think she was some kind of wild beast?

Lu Hanzheng stood there upright and proper, like a freshly planted poplar tree, his expression serious.

“Comrade Wen, please show some respect.”

She couldn’t tell if he was joking or serious.

But there were far too many inconsistencies about her.

Everything about her seemed out of place.

He had been observing her carefully just now, and took the opportunity to look closely at her hands.

Ten slender fingers, like fine mutton fat jade.

Fair and delicate.

No calluses.

No signs of handling a gun.

No marks of doing farm work either.

Those fingers—untouched by sun or labor—were the kind only a wealthy family could nurture so delicately.

And when it came to relationships between men and women—

Not to mention rural girls, even most city girls wouldn’t be as openly uninhibited as she was.

Yet those black eyes of hers were clear and pure.

He saw only abundant affection, determination to win, and deliberate seduction.

Nothing calculated.

That confused him even more.

It felt almost like they were genuinely courting each other.

Wen Nian stared at him steadily, her arm still numb from the pinch.

Then she curled her lips into a smile, full of warmth, and leaned close to his ear, her breath fragrant as orchid.

“Then you tell me, how exactly am I supposed to ‘show respect’?”

Their breaths mingled.

The dim, warm light cast a soft glow on her exquisite, charming features.

A stray lock of hair brushed lightly across his cheek, tickling and slipping over his skin.

His heart stirred like rippling waves.

Rarely, under Wen Nian’s gaze, Lu Hanzheng took a step back.

He turned his head slightly, no longer showing the deep, sharp look from before.

He covered it up with a low cough, looking a little awkward.

“Put your clothes on first.”

He refused.

Wen Nian smiled seductively.

She tossed the military jacket onto his neat bed.

Then sat down.

Boldly, she started examining his room.

The bedroom faced south, bright and spacious.

It didn’t have a modern, fancy style.

Simple and understated.

All the furniture was traditional rosewood, rustic yet grand—sofa, tea table, wardrobe all accounted for.

On a low cabinet stood a thermos and tea set; beside the sofa was a whole row of bookshelves, packed with books.

Nearby hung a bold, vigorous calligraphy scroll, radiating a strong nostalgic vibe.

The bed was tidy and neat, the army green bedsheet without a single wrinkle, and the blanket folded perfectly into a sharp, square “tofu block.”

It was her first time entering his bedroom.

On her first day on the job, Lin Siyun had instructed her:

She could enter any room in the Lu household freely—

Except for Lu Hanzheng’s bedroom.

Wen Nian silently nodded to herself—he was a man who loved cleanliness.

Her nightgown was already short, and sitting like this made her upper thighs nearly exposed.

Her creamy skin glowed white under the light.

Lu Hanzheng’s eyes seemed burned; he quickly looked away.

“It’s too late now. You should go back first!”

Wen Nian glanced at the men’s watch on the desk.

“It’s not late, not even ten o’clock yet. Besides, we’re lovers. What’s wrong with talking a bit when we’re together?”

At this hour, modern nightlife is just getting started, isn’t it?

“I haven’t seen you for days. I miss you, okay? Don’t rush me to leave, alright?”

Wen Nian’s voice was soft and sweet. With lightning speed, she grabbed his big hand and placed it on her smooth, tender cheek.

Like a well-behaved little kitten, she nuzzled and cuddled up to him.

Lu Hanzheng looked down from above.

His body stiffened as he stood there.

From this angle, beneath the girl’s loose collar lay a deep cleavage, and below, waves of curves were fully on display.

The scant fabric barely covered her thighs, exposing her smooth, delicate skin.

He honestly didn’t know what to do with this woman who was a walking minefield of temptation.

Lu Hanzheng shifted his gaze elsewhere.

His voice was dry and stiff.

“What do you want to say?”

Wen Nian rubbed her sore waist—housekeeping really wasn’t easy.

To leave a good impression on the Lu family and stay with them for a long time, she worked especially hard.

She got up earlier than a chicken and went to bed later than a dog.

Like a diligent old ox.

The small Lu residence was huge, with many rooms.

It took her a full three days to clean it thoroughly inside and out.

She was exhausted.

The only thing keeping her going was the magic of moisturizing lotion.

Otherwise, she would have collapsed from fatigue long ago.

She worked so hard—

Is it too much to ask her boyfriend to give her a spa?

“I feel awful all over, my waist and back ache. Give me a rub, please.”

She climbed onto his bed with confidence, and lay down obediently.

Lu Hanzheng quickly grabbed a thin blanket nearby and covered her from head to toe, tucking her in tightly.

Then he picked her up and tossed her onto the bed, closing the door behind him as he left without a backward glance.

Wen Nian struggled for a long time before finally crawling out from under the covers, sweat pouring from her head.

She rubbed her sore butt and angrily pounded the bed.

What a man with zero romantic understanding!

Wen Nian got up promptly at five.

Both Lu’s father and Lin Siyun had breakfast around six, so she had to prepare early.

She pan-fried several fragrant scallion pancakes, boiled a pot of thick millet porridge, and cooked a bowl of tea eggs.

She placed a plate of homemade pickled eight-treasure vegetables and also took out a jar of pickled beef sauce.

Just as she set everything on the table, Lu Hanzheng returned from morning exercise, finished washing up, and was the first to sit down to eat.

Wen Nian gave him a glare—full of resentment.

He looked so full of energy.

The midsummer heat in Jing City was terrible.

No air conditioning, no fans—nothing.

She had to cool down by herself.

She felt restless inside, her whole body uncomfortable.

She only managed to fall asleep after tossing and turning until midnight.

Wen Nian covered her mouth and let out a dainty yawn.

Getting up at five every day—though she didn’t have to go grocery shopping—meant cleaning the entire two-story house from top to bottom.

In the morning, she had to send Jiang Wenwen to school and prepare her lunchbox.

Dinner was even more important.

By the time she finished everything, it was already time to sleep.

From a pampered little princess to a working slave, and the lowest rung at that—who could understand that kind of gap?

Normally, she enjoyed cooking purely out of personal interest.

But when love turns into work, and you’re forced to “perform,” it’s a whole different story.

She had to prepare on two fronts:

Men to seduce.

Money to earn.

And also recommendation letters—she had to figure out how to get those too.

She wanted to return to Shanghai and be her little princess again.

She was born and raised in Shanghai—that was her familiar turf.

Besides, the atmosphere in Shanghai was far more open than in Jing City.

And of course, there were more opportunities.