Chapter 10 - Didn’t She Say She Needs to Go Back To Pick Some Clothes? But She’s Here Having Beef Rice Noodles (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Hearing her, Steward Wu said no more.

Ten minutes later, Luosang left the villa with her backpack.

Nian Junting looked at her back and his dark eyes showed a trance of discontent. Last night, his body finally reacted because of her touch, and so he decided to be extra nice and offer her a lift, but she turned out to be so ungrateful.

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The villa was quite far away from downtown, so Luosang walked for more than ten minutes before she finally caught a bus. Forty minutes later, she got off the bus and walked into a noodle restaurant.

She had nothing but cabbages and steamed bread yesterday, so she now desperately wanted to taste some flavor. She finally got a chance to go out and now she wanted nothing more than a great meal to comfort herself a little.

She ordered beef rice noodles, some fried bread sticks, and some soy milk. The breakfast was brought out quickly, and she began eating joyfully.

Concentrating on eating, she failed to notice that a black Rolls-Royce stopped slowly by the road. Sitting in the car was none other than Nian Junting, who was heading to the hospital for physical therapy.

Ever since he got injured, he had to go to the hospital three times a week for physical therapy sessions.

He spent a while listening to the radio, and then the car stopped for what seemed like ages. His brows knitted and he frowned as he asked impatiently, “Why is this taking so long?”

“Young Master, the New Year is coming and the people who work overseas or in other cities are all coming back, so today, the cars on the street are several times more than usual,” explained Steward Wu.

Nian Junting fretfully turned his eyes to look out of the car window, and suddenly noticed the familiar figure in the humble noodle restaurant by the roadside. The figure was wearing a black sweater and a large black-rimmed gla.s.ses…wasn’t that the woman who left the villa this morning?

Didn’t she say that she had to go home to pick up some clothes? But now she was here, having beef rice noodles.

‘Look how she’s cramming food down her throat,’ Nian Junting thought when he saw her bite a fried break stick while chewing rice noodles, all washed down with a drink.