PLTRSC Chapter 16

The clothes Fang Mu bought were already the smallest size, and they were still a little loose on Jiang Tang. Lu Yinghuai could hold him effortlessly with one hand, and with his other hand he pulled Jiang Tang’s wheelchair and pushed it casually: “Fang Mu, take it and throw it away.”

“OK.”

“Wait,” Lu Yinghuai carried Jiang Tang downstairs, “Throw it in front of the Jiang family.”

Fang Mu had never seen Lu Yinghuai being so petty, and he wanted to laugh, but he tried to restrain himself and nodded, “Okay.”

He started thinking about something else and the smile on his face faded away in an instant.

Jiang Tang leaned in Lu Yinghuai’s arms, his eyes swept across Fang Mu’s face indifferently.

The first floor of the villa was empty and quiet, Uncle Chen was not there.

Fang Mu reserved lunch at a rooftop terrace restaurant in a large shopping mall.

Jiang Tang’s hands were a little cold, so after getting in the car, Lu Yinghuai held them in his palms to keep them warm.

The scenery outside the car window sped along, from the elegant environment of the mid-mountain to the bustling city, and then stopped at the underground third floor of the shopping mall.

Lu Yinghuai got out of the car first, went around to the other side and carried Jiang Tang down: “What should I do? I don’t want to let you down.”

Jiang Tang’s face turned red. He couldn’t accept being held all the time outside. “I still better sit in a wheelchair.”

Lu Yinghuai took a thin blanket from the back seat and covered Jiang Tang’s legs, then pushed him towards the elevator and asked Fang Mu casually, “Is there any place nearby suitable for omegas to relax?”

“The entire eighth floor is a leisure area,” Fang Mu looked upstairs, “it has a cinema, a game room and everything.”

Lu Yinghuai nodded without much interest: “Oh.”

Fang Mu: …I forgot, you have all these at home.

“There are several delicious restaurants on the sixth floor,” Fang Mu continued, “I think Mr. Xiao Jiang will like them.”

Lu Yinghuai usually ate at star-rated hotels or high-end private restaurants. He had never eaten at a mall restaurant, but Fang Mu’s recommendation should be correct: “Put together a document of the delicious restaurants and major leisure places you know and send it to me before you get off work tonight.”

Forgive Mr. Lu for completing his postgraduate courses at the age of fifteen, participating in special training at the age of sixteen, and joining the SA Alliance at a young age. He was like a workaholic and never went home, let alone relax.

“OK.”

“What does Tang Tang like to eat? How about fish, shrimp or seafood?”

“Everything is alright.”

Lu Yinghuai looked at Jiang Tang’s expression carefully, and only after making sure that the other party did not resist did he silently take note of it in his heart.

He just doesn’t eat livestock meat, but was not averse to fish and shrimp.

“Just order whatever you and Mr. Fang like.” Jiang Tang added.

Lu Yinghuai was just feeling happy about getting to know Jiang Tang a little better, but now his good mood paused. He turned to look at Fang Mu with a very gentle gaze and a faint smile on his lips.

The expression was so refreshing.

Fang Mu’s had chills up his scalp and he unconsciously took two steps back. His body stood up straighter and started thinking of a strategy quickly in his mind.

It’s not quite appropriate to say that Lu Yinghuai has facial paralysis. This guy could indeed smile, but often when he smiles, someone would get into trouble.

“You’ve been my assistant for so long,” Lu Yinghuai said gently, “I still don’t know what Mr. Fang likes to eat.”

Here it comes.

Fang Mu felt a chilly wind blowing around him. He had never had such a strong desire to survive in his life: “I don’t have anything I like to eat!”

“Oh?” Lu Yinghuai paused for two seconds on purpose. During these two seconds, Fang Mu had prepared a draft of his resignation letter in his mind. “So what would you like to eat for lunch, Mr. Fang?”

“I’ve already eaten, so I won’t disturb Mr. Lu and Mr. Xiao Jiang!” Fang Mu took a step back two metres, “Mr. Xiao Jiang, just call me Xiao Fang!”

“Since you’ve already eaten, we won’t force you to eat with us,” Lu Yinghuai put away the smile that made Fang Mu panic, “We’re already at the restaurant, you can go get busy.”

“Okay.” Fang Mu retreated quickly as if he had been pardoned.

Jiang Tang tilted his head and realised belatedly: “Why did Mr. Fang leave?”

Lu Yinghuai said nothing and pushed his wheelchair into the restaurant.

“Are you angry?”

“No,” Lu Yinghuai said after he arranged for Jiang Tang to sit down, “I’m not angry, I’m jealous.”

Jealous?

Jiang Tang thought about Lu Yinghuai’s reaction in his mind. He didn’t understand why Lu Yinghuai was jealous.

It’s not that he didn’t understand the meaning of jealousy, but he had never thought that someone would be jealous of him, let alone that this person would be Lu Yinghuai.

Lu Yinghuai has never been so childish in his life. At this moment, he just wanted Jiang Tang to coax him: “I’m jealous and want Tang Tang to coax me.”

“…” Jiang Tang had never coaxed anyone before. He racked his brains to think about it, pulled Lu Yinghuai’s hand, let him get closer to him, then put his arm around his waist and patted his back with his right hand, “Is this okay?”

Yes! More than okay!

Lu Yinghuai was excited, but his expression was indifferent: “Not enough.”

He looked at Jiang Tang’s upturned face, and suddenly leaned over and kissed him: “Don’t call him ‘Mr. Fang’.”

Jiang Tang blankly touched the place on his forehead where Lu Yinghuai had kissed him: “Okay.”

A strange feeling spread throughout his body, but Jiang Tang remained expressionless as usual.

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