Chapter 14: Teasing

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Wen Nian glanced at the clothes in the bag and raised an eyebrow.

Rarely does this big, tough guy know to buy things to make his girlfriend happy.

She didn’t take the bag and instead turned to sit down on the bed.

Lu Hanzheng stood frozen at the door, still holding the bag.

He didn’t step inside at all.

“How long are you planning to stand there?”

Wen Nian gave him a sharp look.

What a blockhead.

She walked over and pulled him inside.

Wen Nian pushed him against the door, her delicate hands climbing up his neck.

His sharp-featured face and muscular chest tensed at her sudden closeness.

A strong wave of masculine scent filled her nose.

His figure was perfect—just her type.

“Is this for me?”

She puckered her soft, pink lips like a peach blossom and blew gently into his ear.

Lu Hanzheng stiffened all over, feeling a tickle inside, his eyes darted away as he coughed dryly.

“Don’t wear the kind of clothes you wore last night anymore.”

Wen Nian frowned, took the bag, and looked through the clothes inside.

They were all long sleeves and long pants, plus some bras.

The fabric was high quality, and the styles were quite modern for this era.

Looks like they came from Shanghai.

The only flaw was too much fabric, and the texture was thick and heavy—too conservative.

It was the hottest season now, and she still had to wear such thick long sleeves and pants?

Would she end up with prickly heat?

Wen Nian pouted in complaint.

“Wearing this is too hot. What, did I not look good last night?”

Lu Hanzheng’s expression turned serious.

“What kind of example is it for a girl to dress like that?”

Wen Nian didn’t care at all.

“So what? I only wear it for you. No one else sees.”

Her boyfriend was great in many ways, but he acted like some strict, abstinent old official.

Cold as still water.

And he kept scolding her.

She had basically gotten herself a dad-type boyfriend.

Wen Nian ignored him and snuggled closer into his arms.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and rubbed her body against his chest.

“My waist hurts. Can you rub it for me?”

Without waiting for his reply, she grabbed his big hand and placed it on her lower back.

No room for refusal.

She wasn’t well-behaved lying in his arms either, twisting and turning while gossiping with her mouth nonstop.

“You don’t even know how awful Ding Xinyi was. She actually called me a fox spirit. Too much.”

After complaining, she started blaming him.

“You already have a beautiful, gentle, and sexy girlfriend like me, and you still go on blind dates with others. Don’t you think that’s too much?”

Lu Hanzheng’s body stiffened; the soft touch on his chest made his nerves tense tight.

He relied on his strong soldier’s willpower to endure it.

After just two seconds of closeness, Wen Nian was pushed away.

Lu Hanzheng calmly moved aside.

“I never wanted to go on a blind date with her. That was my father’s idea.”

Wen Nian ignored his explanation and acted spoiled and stubborn.

“I don’t care. Remember, you’re already taken. From now on, no blind dates with any woman. Don’t let them get close to you or talk to them.”

“Besides work, I have no contact with those women.”

Listening to his serious explanation, Wen Nian’s anger finally eased.

That was better.

“Why are you so far away from me? Am I going to eat you? Come rub my waist!”

Seeing the man unmoved,

Wen Nian leaned closer and grabbed his big hand, placing it on her waist.

The man felt the thin, smooth fabric of her dress under his palm, like it was burning him.

Quick as a flash, he pulled his hand back.

“I have medicinal oil over there. I’ll get it for you. You can rub it yourself.”

After speaking, she pulled open the bedroom door and fled in a hurry.

Wen Nian looked puzzled—wasn’t it just rubbing her waist?

And through the clothes, no less.

She hadn’t done anything too forward.

Why run away?

…

This morning, Wen Nian was preparing to make zhajiang noodles.

She chopped a few jin of pork belly with a mix of lean and fat, diced it along with shiitake mushrooms.

She added chopped scallions and fermented soybean paste, stir-fried everything in oil, then added some of her secret seasoning before finishing.

A bowl of fried sauce, a plate of shredded cucumber and carrot, and two large bowls of fresh noodles.

Lu Hanzheng mixed a bowl and started eating heartily; the taste was as amazing as ever.

Wen Nian smiled brightly, standing by quietly watching him devour three big bowls.

Lin Siyun grew more and more pleased.

At first, when Wen Nian said she wanted to stay with the Lu family, she didn’t immediately agree.

This girl was too beautiful, and she had concerns.

Though she was the daughter of an old comrade and had owed favors to the Lu family,

men were all fickle and lustful; even though Lu Binghuai was old, his charm hadn’t faded.

She didn’t dare put such a delicate flower into her home.

Many people owed Lu Binghuai favors—she couldn’t take in every one.

Jiang Wenwen was still young, so it was no big deal.

But Wen Nian was in the prime of her youth.

Since Lu Binghuai wasn’t often in Beijing, it was better to entrust her to Lu Hanzheng first.

As long as he wasn’t dissatisfied, Lu Binghuai would consider it.

Then she could smoothly push Wen Nian back home later without gaining a reputation as a villain.

Unexpectedly, the young master Lu kept her.

And then gave her all the housework.

She figured the girl wouldn’t complain if she couldn’t handle hardship—and so wouldn’t stay with the Lu family.

But appearances can be deceiving.

Wen Nian not only tidied the house thoroughly but also had excellent cooking skills.

Even Lu Binghuai praised her nonstop and came home to eat more often.

Lu Hanzheng, though a tyrant who never spoke, was clearly satisfied; otherwise, he would have kicked her out long ago.

After carefully watching these days,

the young lady behaved properly and had no improper thoughts.

Only then did Wen Nian feel a little relieved.

Originally, her room was assigned on the third floor,

mainly to keep her far away, so she wouldn’t hang around Lu Binghuai.

The third floor was Lu Hanzheng’s domain.

If the girl developed feelings, it would surely disgust Lu Hanzheng, and she’d be kicked out without him needing to act.

Recently, Lu Binghuai had been making her arrange his son’s marriage.

As a stepmother, she felt trapped.

From the moment she entered, Lu Hanzheng had frowned coldly, glaring at her like she was invisible.

She was terrified in her heart and didn’t dare arrange his marriage.

The Lu family’s current status no longer needed alliances; it was up to Lu Hanzheng himself.

Though she couldn’t interfere with Lu Hanzheng’s marriage, she had her own plans.

If Lu Hanzheng found someone from a family stronger than hers, she’d have even less say in this house.

Someone like Wen Nian was quite suitable—just looks, and wouldn’t dare oppose her as a mother-in-law.

So if she could really “fly up to the branch and become a phoenix,” it wouldn’t be a bad thing.

Plus, marrying Lu Hanzheng would be a way to repay Lu Binghuai’s kindness.

A win-win situation.

She just didn’t know what Lu Hanzheng thought.

Why neither kick her out nor get close to her—what was going on?

Seeing Lu Hanzheng eating hurriedly, Wen Nian thoughtfully poured a glass of sour plum juice and handed it to him.

As he took it, she gently scratched his palm.

The man was completely shocked.

This woman—this woman—actually dared to tease him right under the elder’s nose.

Lu Hanzheng shot her a serious glare, then downed the drink in three gulps.

Wen Nian blinked her bright, sparkling eyes innocently and looked at him, her gaze fixed on his sharp, thin lips.

So sexy.

She really wanted to kiss him.