Lu Yaya’s impression of Song Jingye was only a vague lump, round and chubby like a meatball. Judging by his childhood physique, he was probably over 250 pounds now?
When evening arrived, she reached the entrance of Lu Kuo’s apartment building. She didn’t have her driver take her up; she knew the building well as it was also under her property management and considered safe.
As soon as she reached the elevator, she saw the doors were about to close. She quickly pressed the button and the elevator doors slowly opened.
She saw that a man was already standing inside. Due to her celebrity status, she didn’t know whether to go in or not.
A man stood in the elevator doorway, slightly holding it open with his hand and asked her, “Aren’t you coming in?”
“Come in, thank you.”
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So she asked, “Delivery?” <<<
She guessed it was a delivery person. Lu Kuo was having guests over at home, and he wouldn’t have a chef from the club downstairs cook for him. It must be takeout from an outside restaurant.
Is it just me, or has the barrier to entry for food delivery riders become so high?
The man heard her words, lowered his head to glance at her, his eyes devoid of any fluctuation, and his tone was steady: “Yeah, delivery.”
A person’s voice can also be charismatic.
Some people have timid voices, some have loud voices, some have serious voices, but the person in front of me, his voice carries a hint of authority, as if he is used to giving orders.
Lu Yaoyao’s heart skipped a beat. She realized belatedly that he wasn’t carrying anything in his hands, and there was no sign of any delivery boxes on the elevator floor.
What is this person doing?
What are you going to Lu Kuo’s house for?
In a flash, she blurted out, “Are you Song Fatty?”
Lu YaoYao’s brain was extraordinary, able to automatically filter out real-world information. Although the person standing before her had nothing to do with the word “fat,” her mind naturally conjured up the image of someone weighing over 250 pounds.
“Song Fatty?” It’s been a long time since I’ve heard that name.
“No, not…that…The Lu Kuo family is here.” Her cowardly nature was completely exposed. The elevator opened at just the right moment, and she dashed out without looking back, pressing the doorbell to the Lu Kuo residence.
Dead land, he didn’t say Song Fatty isn’t fat anymore.
She was waiting for Lu Kuai to open the door, and behind her, Song Jingye’s footsteps were heavy and forceful, step by step, without any hesitation.
But as the steps drew closer, goosebumps rose on her spine. A prickle of unease ran through her, making her feel strangely afraid. It was like when she was a child, hiding in her grandfather’s study stealing candy, and fearing he would discover her. That same feeling of dread came with his footsteps as he walked into the room from outside.
Lu Kuò had been refusing to open the door for a long time, but footsteps were getting closer and closer. Suddenly, she turned around to look at Song Jīngyě with a wary expression.
The look of fear and apprehension on his face startled Song Jingye as well. Was he that frightening?
But it seemed like the people under him were indeed quite afraid of him, so they took a step back and stood against the wall, not wanting to give him a sense of pressure.
Lu Yaoyao rang the doorbell, but no one answered. So she called Lu Kuo.
Lu Kuo hurriedly apologized, “I’m sorry, please wait with Song Jingye for a moment, or go to the downstairs club for a cup of tea. I’m picking up Ruan Ruan; traffic is too bad on the way.”
“Give me the password, I’ll go in myself.”
“No password, only fingerprint or facial recognition. Just wait a bit, it’ll be here in half an hour.”
Lu Yaoyao was so angry that she hung up the phone directly.
“Wait for me downstairs,” she said.
It was awkward to have her standing here, staring at a stranger like that.
“Good.”
The two of them went downstairs together to the lounge of the clubhouse and sat down. With staff members from the clubhouse around, the atmosphere was much better.
Lu YaoYao glanced at Song JingYe across from her. His demeanor, gestures, and posture gave it away – she didn’t need to guess what industry he was in.
“Are you on a business trip to Senzhou?”
“Hmm.”
“Are you and my brother close?”
“So so.”
She didn’t quite understand either. Deciding to stay quiet, Lu Yaoyao waited for Lu Kuo to return.
Lu Yaoyao wore everything on her face, showing a hint of curiosity towards Song Jingye, and kept glancing at him occasionally.
And Song Jingye, his face showed no emotional fluctuation. After sitting for a few minutes, his phone rang. He took the phone and walked to another side to answer it.
When answering the phone, he also stood straight. From his expression, it seemed like he was discussing work matters, looking very serious.
If she remembered correctly, she should be from the same graduating class as Lu Kuò and Zhuó Yǔ’ān? But maybe because of work, she gave off a very upright impression.
He hung up the phone and looked at Lu Yaoyao, lost in thought.
Lu Yao was excitedly waving at the door: “Brother, Ruanruan, here you are.”
You’re finally here! If you hadn’t come, your little sister would have suffocated.
Lu Kuo walked over and ignored her. He went straight to Song Jingye and shook his hand, putting on a show of friendliness.
Song Jingye grasped his hand with one and patted him on the shoulder with the other, a smile finally appearing on his face.
“Where is Zhuo Yu’an?”
“I went to pick up his wife and child, we’re almost there.”
The four of them took the elevator back to Lu Kuo’s house, followed by the club’s chefs and waiters. They had everything ready, so they just brought it up directly.
Lu YaoYao wouldn’t admit that she had caused a misunderstanding in the elevator just now. She pretended to be dead and didn’t speak until Zhuo YuAn and Ting Lan arrived, and Shu XiaoHe came over to hug her, then she returned to normal.
When it comes to meals, with Lu Kuo’s generous personality and the fact that he was a guest specifically instructed by Grandpa to be received, there was naturally a whole table full of dishes.
Even if ten more people came, it wouldn’t be enough.
“This suits my image as Song the Fat Man, doesn’t it?”
It’s something I’d tell Lu YaoYao, quite petty actually.
Song Jingye and Zhuo Yu’an, Lu Kuo, can’t say they have a deep friendship, but they grew up in the same courtyard since childhood. However, he doesn’t have good interpersonal relationships.
Zuo Yu’an is excellent in his own right; he couldn’t care less about other people’s affairs and keeps a distance from everyone. Song Jingye is different; he likes to give orders and have everyone follow his arrangements, he’s very domineering. Lu Kuo also enjoys hanging out with friends but hates taking orders from others, especially since Song Jingye constantly goes to his house to curry favor with his grandfather, so they haven’t gotten along well since childhood.
But now that we’ve reached a certain age, different personalities have taken on different jobs. All those trivial matters from childhood are now just funny anecdotes, so the atmosphere at the dinner table is very pleasant.
Lu Kuo asked, “You’ve been guarding the country in the west for several years, how did you end up in Senzhou?”
“Secrecy.” That was the nature of Song Jingye’s work.
“He knows,” when I didn’t ask. Naturally, Lu Kuo understood.
During the meal, Song Jingye chatted with Zhuo Yu’an for a while longer. As it was almost time to end, Lu Yaoyao’s phone video rang. She saw that it was Gu Ruandong, and the corners of her lips immediately curled into a smile. She took her phone and ran to the living room outside to answer it.