Zhuang Ma and Lu Xining returned to the kitchen and saw her washing her hands and taking out the needed ingredients one by one.
"Young mistress, are you really making soup for her?" Zhuang's mother asked.
"Didn't Jin Shaoheng tell me to take care of her?" Lu Xining replied without raising his head.
"But she doesn't deserve it at all." Thinking of Lin Qingyue's arrogant look, Zhuang's mother wanted to poison her to death.
Lu Xining turned around when he heard this, and when he saw Zhuang Ma's angry look, he felt relieved and actually smiled.
"Young mistress, you can still laugh?" Zhuang's mother felt so aggrieved for her.
"It's useless for me to cry," Lu Xining said.
"How do you know it's useless? You should learn from Lin Qingyue and act coquettishly towards the young master. Maybe he will obey you no matter what you say. What about her surname Lin?" Zhuang's mother gave her some advice.
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In her eyes, Lu Xining is thousands of times better than that Lin Qing.
But she is not a wife or a concubine in ancient times. She relies solely on her husband's favor to survive.
And if Jin Shaoheng hadn't threatened her with his younger brother, she would have never wanted to have anything to do with him. After all, the person he loved was Lin Qingyue, and they both had children...
Lu Xining felt bitter in her heart, and at the same time felt that Zhuang's mother was too naive, so she did not respond and just put the ingredients into the ceramic pot one by one.
She turned down the heat, and the soup had to simmer little by little until evening. It would take several hours to finish simmering.
She knew that Lin Qingyue was deliberately tormenting her, and it wasn't that she didn't care, but she suddenly thought too much.
The more they wanted to see her in pain, the more she had to calm down.
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On Jin Shaoheng's side, after Lu Xining chose Lin Qingyue, he left the old house angrily and went directly to the company.
However, the air pressure on the entire floor has been frighteningly low all day long. The staff dare not let go of the air even if they are trying to catch a fish or joking.
When it was time to get off work, there was obviously no work, but the big boss had no intention of leaving. They didn't dare to ask, so they could only stay with me as if on pins and needles.
At about ten o'clock, Jin Shaoheng came out of the office and drove back to his old house.
The whole house was quiet, and occasionally there was a slight movement, which was caused accidentally by the kitchen servants.
He stopped in front of the master bedroom, put his hand on the doorknob, then suddenly let go of it, turned around and went to Lin Qingyue's room.
Opening the door, he found that she was not asleep yet, and Lu Xining was also in her room, and he frowned unconsciously.
"Shaoheng, you're back!" Lin Qingyue immediately smiled when she saw him.
Jin Shaoheng nodded, sat beside her bed, and asked, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
Lin Qingyue held the bowl and explained: "No, Xining made the soup and said it is good for the fetus. I will drink some before going to sleep."
stew!
She was actually in the mood to help Lin Qingyue make soup.
When Jin Shaoheng heard this, he looked at Lu Xining. She was facing away from him and didn't know what she was doing at the table.
It was as if he didn't see him coming in and didn't care.
Lin Qingyue tightened his expression, deliberately took a sip, and praised: "It's really delicious." Then he asked: "Shaoheng, do you want to try it?"
"Okay." Jin Shaoheng agreed, but his eyes were still fixed on Lu Xining's back.
She was secretly jealous that Lin Qingyue was not blind. But she took a spoonful, blew it and brought it to his lips.
Jin Shaoheng glanced at it but didn't drink it, saying: "Since it's so delicious, wouldn't it be too stingy to share a spoonful with me?"
His eyes were seductive. Lin Qingyue blushed inexplicably and his head felt a little hot, but he turned to Lu Xining and said, "Give me a bowl too."
This sentence was completely different from the tone he used when talking to Lin Qingyue, as if he was calling the waiter. Even if Lu Xining didn't look back, he knew he was speaking to himself.
She told herself not to care and just treat him as someone who didn't want to do it. So she filled another bowl and turned around to bring it to him.
This was the first time Jin Shaoheng saw her face after entering the door. She was very calm, as if she was just doing a piece of work, and he and Lin Qingyue were just the guests she was responsible for.
"Mr. Jin." The soup had just been taken off the fire and was very hot. He stared at her and hesitated to answer, so she had to remind him loudly.
Mr. Jin?
He remembered that she called him Jin Shaoheng most of the time. No matter when she was angry or in daily life, she only called these two words when she was alienated.
Lin Qingyue looked at him with a gloomy expression, and hated how easily Lu Xining could attract his attention.
"I'll do it." So he acted like a good guy again and took the bowl held by Lu Xining.
But I don't know whether it was because the bowl was too hot that Lu Xining failed to hold it, or because Lin Qingyue's hands were slippery on purpose.
Snapped!
The bowl of soup fell to the ground in the hands of the two men and broke into pieces, and the soup flowed all over the floor.
Fortunately, it was winter, so they were all wearing long pants, and Lu Xining subconsciously hid behind him, so he was not burned.
"Shaoheng, I'm sorry, I wasn't sure." Lin Qingyue immediately took the responsibility on himself and blamed himself.
Jin Shaoheng deliberately grabbed her hand, inspected it carefully, and then said: "Fool, just hope you weren't hurt."
Lu Xining's hand hanging by his side moved slowly, as if the scorching heat from when he was holding the bowl still remained on it.
"Am I too stupid to do anything well?" Lin Qingyue asked angrily.
"What does it matter if you are a little stupid? There are so many people in the family, why do you need to take action?" Jin Shaoheng looked doting on his face, but he noticed Lu Xining from the corner of his eye.
He actually really wanted to see Lu Xining say something, even if he was jealous or even a little bit of his emotions leaked.
But no.
She just stood aside stupidly, watching the two performers as if numb.
Feeling irritated, he said angrily: "I haven't cleaned this up yet."
"Just ask Xiaoyan to come and clean up." Lin Qingyue said quickly.
Jin Shaoheng didn't say anything, just looked at Lu Xining.
Under his gaze, Lu Xining slowly knelt down to clean up.
When Jin Shaoheng saw this, his heart became even more blocked.
Zhuang's mother came in when she heard the commotion and saw Lu Xining squatting on the ground picking up broken porcelain. She came over immediately: "Young mistress, I'll come."
"It's okay." Lu Xining said calmly, but his fingertip hurt and it was still scratched.
"Young lady, your hand is bleeding." Jin Shaoheng heard Zhuang's mother's nervous voice.
But she completely covered Lu Xining, so he couldn't see the situation at all.
"I'm going to take a shower." Lu Xining withdrew his hand and hurriedly hid in the bathroom.
She was afraid that if she took a step slower, she would not be able to hold back in front of the two of them.
It was obviously going well every day, and she didn't care about Lin Qingyue's tricks.
But things were different when Jin Shaoheng came back. Every word he said to Lin Qingyue and every action he made were like a knife cutting into her heart.
Lu Xining, you have a lot of potential, it's not a deal, as long as he doesn't pester you...
At this moment, the bathroom door was opened again, and Jin Shaoheng entered.
Her heart suddenly tightened, but fortunately he just glanced at her indifferently and walked directly to the bathroom area.
Without closing the door, he started to change clothes.
Yes, he has mysophobia, so the soup just now must have splashed on his pants.
But in such a closed environment, she felt that the air became thinner wherever he was.
Lu Xining didn't want to be alone in a space with him, so he turned on the faucet and rinsed it casually before getting ready to go out.
But before she turned around, she suddenly felt a warmth on her back. She looked up and saw Jin Shaoheng in the mirror.
He didn't know when he came over, put his hands on the washstand, and had her whole body in his arms...