And not only did he not shoot that woman, but he even went so far as to move into a rundown resettlent area for her.
He bought the house next door to hers and even cooked food for her...
Not to ntion the possibility of him buying a worthless trash house, just the fact that he cooked is impossible!
He never cooks, doesn’t know how! Nor does he need to!
With his status, he just needs to wait for others to deliver ticulously prepared food to his dining table every day.
He cooks himself?
How is that possible?
But Huo Yi claims with such certainty, as if it’s true.
Li Beijue felt an indescribable irritation in his heart. When Huo Yi was about to tell him more about Chi Enen, he impatiently interrupted, "Forget it, I don’t want to hear it!"
He could never be that naive!
Even less likely to chase after a woman!
What woman does he not have, that he needs to chase after?
Unless that woman is as beautiful as a fairy!
Li Beijue involuntarily recalled the fresh young face he saw at the airport. Clearly average looking, nothing particularly outstanding, even barefaced without a hint of foundation, but for so reason, he rembered her vividly. From her eyebrows and eyes, to the shape of her red lips, even recalling the curve of her long eyelashes.
If it’s this woman...
His chest jolted.
Suddenly coming to his senses, he realized what he was doing.
He was so deeply impressed by a woman he had only seen once, just a glimpse. How many tis had that damn face crossed his mind today?!
"Sh*t!" Li Beijue irritably stood up and kicked over the trash can in front of him.
Huo Yi had just reapplied dicine and bandaged the wound on his shoulder, and was startled to see him lose his temper suddenly, "Master Jue?"
A naless fire seed to burn in Li Beijue’s chest, a feeling of wanting to vent but having no outlet, not even knowing why he wanted to vent, drove him to the breaking point. With a grim face devoid of expression, he said, "I’m going to bathe."
After speaking, he ignored Huo Yi’s reminder about his wound not getting wet and walked straight to the bedroom—
The sound of water running in the bathroom began to echo.
Ten minutes later.
The man, having taken a cold shower, erged from the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe.
Whether it was the cold shower or not, his complexion seed to have improved, at least he wasn’t as irritated as before.
His wet hair was still dripping, and he casually picked up a new towel. After wiping the water from his hair, he tossed the towel aside.
Coincidentally, there was an English detective storybook placed right there.
How could this kind of book be in the bedroom, who put it here?
He frowned and bent down to pick up the detective novel.
Before he had a chance to open it, there was a knock on the door outside.
"Master Jue, dinner is ready."
He hadn’t eaten all day, and his stomach churned with acid. Li Beijue put down the detective storybook that should never have been in his bedroom and went out.
After dinner, it was already close to early morning.
He originally hadn’t planned to rest, but when he saw the detective novel he’d tossed onto the bedside earlier, he sohow instinctively picked it up again.
Thinking he would once again suffer from his habitual insomnia tonight, he unexpectedly fell asleep after reading a few stories, slipping into darkness...
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