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Lu Jingzhi walked in, and only then did Sang Yu come to her senses. She quickly closed the door and hurried to follow him. "Why is Lu Zong here? Is there something going on?" Sang Yu's expression was indifferent, her tone carrying a hint of distance.
Lu Jingzhi frowned slightly. Earlier that afternoon, she had been all smiles while with Qi Yue; now, she seemed as if he were her enemy. Did she really have feelings for Qi Yue? This thought made him unhappy.
"Are they not?" Sang Yu replied, "Well, saying it like that might be a bit serious."
Lu Jingzhi acted as if he hadn't heard her and casually sat down on the sofa, making himself at home, showcasing his thick skin. "Did I not say I would come find you tonight?"
"You did say that," Sang Yu retorted, "but how was I supposed to know you would actually come? And how did you know where I live?"
Seeing Sang Yu's bewildered expression, Lu Jingzhi chuckled softly. Was it really that difficult to figure out? Not wanting to dwell on that topic any longer, he shifted the conversation. "I think I smell something burning. Are you sure you want to chat with me right now?"
"Ah!!! My Coca-Cola Chicken Wings!" Sang Yu exclaimed as she turned and dashed into the kitchen to turn off the heat, her movements swift and fluid.
Phew, thankfully it was only slightly burnt; it was still edible. Sang Yu sighed in relief. She had been planning this dish for several days and almost let this man ruin it.
Feeling a surge of anger, she turned to glare at him but was startled to find him standing at the kitchen door without her noticing. She instinctively patted her chest in surprise. This man really knew how to move without making a sound.
If Lu Jingzhi knew what Sang Yu was thinking, he would surely protest; it wasn't that he was quiet but rather that the range hood was quite loud.
Lu Jingzhi crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe. "I haven't had dinner yet; I'll just eat here." He had just come from the office and indeed hadn't eaten anything.
Listening to his words, which lacked any politeness typical of a guest, Sang Yu thought he showed no awareness of being a visitor at all—who asks the host for food like this?
"If I were aware of my status as a guest, would you let me?" Lu Jingzhi challenged.
"Absolutely not!" Sang Yu shot back.
"Then that's settled. If you won't let me eat, and I don't ask for food, does that mean I'll starve? That won't do."
Despite having a thousand reasons not to comply in her heart, Sang Yu still added another dish—two dishes in total—though the portions were small since they were just two people.
Why was there a flicker of delight in her heart? Sang Yu didn’t want to delve into it.
Lu Jingzhi stood at the kitchen door watching Sang Yu busying herself with cooking. It felt oddly comforting, like a wife waiting for her husband to come home after work. He had to admit that this feeling wasn’t bad at all.
Sang Yu prepared three dishes: Coca-Cola Chicken Wings, Stir-Fried Shrimp with Broccoli, and Cucumber with Wood Ear Mushroom and Egg. Luckily, she had steamed extra rice today; she had originally planned to save it for breakfast tomorrow to make fried rice but decided to share it with him instead.
The two sat across from each other at the coffee table since there was no dining room in the small apartment. To Sang Yu, the atmosphere felt somewhat awkward; she wasn't good at initiating conversations and truly didn’t know what exes could talk about, so she could only focus on eating in silence.
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