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Chapter 468: Chapter 468: Aiding Digestion

The tranquility was not because Christine was alone in the room; another woman sat beside her, silent and gentle, like a quietly standing lily, serene and pure. Lin Ruoxi sat in a fabric guest chair, holding a cup of fragrant tea, yet she hadn't taken a sip, seemingly lost in thought.

After a long silence, Christine finally couldn't hold back and moved her lips, asking, "How should I address you? President Lin? Sister-in-law? Or just Ruoxi?"

Lin Ruoxi was taken aback, then asked, "You know him well, don't you?"

"You could say that. Actually, we've only known each other for four or five years, but since he's only in his twenties, it feels like a long time," Christine said nonchalantly.

Lin Ruoxi felt a bit awkward. What did she mean by "only in his twenties" and "hasn't lived long"? Did this woman consider herself a grandmother? Christine seemed to be in her twenties too, didn't she?

Ignoring these thoughts, Lin Ruoxi continued, "I've never met any of his friends. You're the first person I've met who knows him well."

Christine was slightly surprised by this. "He hasn't introduced you to his close friends? They should be eager to meet you since you're his chosen wife."

"That group?" Lin Ruoxi asked tentatively, "What kind of people are they?"

Christine chuckled, "I get it. You came here today to learn about your dear husband, to understand what kind of man he is, or rather, to know about his past, right?"

Lin Ruoxi's cheeks reddened slightly. That was indeed part of her intention. She didn't want to directly ask Yang Chen about his past, which would make her feel awkward. Now that one of Yang Chen's acquaintances had come to Zhonghai, albeit a rather unusual one, Lin Ruoxi couldn't resist her curiosity and came to Christine for answers.

Christine laughed even more heartily. "You're blushing! My goodness, that boring guy chose such an interesting wife. No wonder he picked you as his partner. You're much more intriguing than that old Seventeen!"

Lin Ruoxi, feeling embarrassed and annoyed, suddenly perked up at the mention of a peculiar name. "Seventeen? Who is Seventeen?"

Christine's laughter ceased, and she looked surprised. "You don't know who Seventeen is?"

"Should I? Who is he? Is he important?" Lin Ruoxi couldn't help but ask.

Christine furrowed her curved brows, a playful expression appearing on her flawless face. "Tsk, tsk, has he really never mentioned Seventeen to you? When I first saw you, I thought the reason he chose you was because you have Seventeen's shadow on you. Your appearance, your temperament, especially your eyes, it's as if you're another Seventeen. Of course, you're much more beautiful than Seventeen, but I don't think that's what he values the most. I'm surprised he never mentioned Seventeen to you. Since he didn't bring it up, I won't either, or else he'll say I'm a blabbermouth again."

Lin Ruoxi was silent for a while, her eyes like autumn water, looking at Christine. She said, "Tell me, I want to know who Seventeen is. You have no reason to hide it from me because you've already mentioned it. I think you're not the type to keep things unsaid; it makes you uncomfortable, right?"

Christine was slightly stunned, then a helpless smile appeared on her face.

"Click—"

With a crisp sound, the door was gently closed.

A slender, fair hand touched the switch on the wall, and with a flick, the lights in the old-fashioned house's living room instantly brightened.

Under the soft yellow light, Mo Qianni took off her charming, proud black high heels and then sighed, pouting as she rubbed her somewhat sore feet with her hand.

The jade feet wrapped in black lace stockings appeared extremely smooth. Mo Qianni leaned against the wall, her posture not very elegant, but it didn't matter since she was at home.

Every day when she got home from work, Mo Qianni felt that she should hate going to work, hate her job. She had often resolved to come home earlier the next day and have a proper dinner, but such thoughts would disappear by the next day.

Now living with Rose, Mo Qianni felt increasingly that she had a masochistic tendency. Compared to her leisurely lifestyle, her own was worlds apart.

Of course, Rose had gone through countless battles. Even though Mo Qianni's job was tough, at least it didn't involve risking her life.

After rubbing her feet, Mo Qianni took off her hair clip, letting her long, smooth black hair fall, and placed her bag on the wooden cabinet beside her. Then she looked up at the wall clock at home; it was 10:30 PM.

Not knowing if Rose was already asleep, Mo Qianni sighed softly. Even with a "roommate," it was actually no different from living alone most of the time.

Entering the kitchen on the first floor, Mo Qianni opened the freezer and took out many packages of frozen food, planning to cook some wontons or dumplings. She didn't have the energy to make a full dinner.

Just as she was about to open a package of frozen dumplings, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind.

"Not eating properly, why are you having frozen food?" The tone was somewhat reproachful but mostly filled with affection.

Mo Qianni spun around quickly and, as expected, saw the mischievous man she hadn't seen in days standing just a few steps away!

Yang Chen was wearing a cotton pajama set, looking as if he was at home, lazily leaning against the door frame with a smile on his face as he looked at Mo Qianni.

"What... how are you here?" Mo Qianni couldn't help but ask. If it weren't for the familiar voice, she would have suspected a burglar had broken in.

Yang Chen walked forward, reached out with both hands, and pinched Mo Qianni's soft cheeks. "Little Qian Qian, don't you think this is the time to throw yourself into your man's arms and say something like 'I missed you' or 'You scared me'? How can you be so indifferent and just ask why I'm here?"

Mo Qianni rolled her eyes and playfully patted Yang Chen's chest. "I'm not that mushy. You're just trying to scare me. Come and go as you please; I can't be bothered to ask anymore."

In fact, upon thinking it over, Mo Qianni realized that with Yang Chen's abilities, there were countless ways he could get into her house.

"They say marriage is the tomb of love. We're not even married, and yet all the romance seems to have vanished," Yang Chen said, pretending to be troubled.

Mo Qianni retorted, "You disappear every few days, sometimes for over a week. Do you expect me to treat you like an emperor every time I see you?"

Hearing the sour words that could make someone's teeth ache, Yang Chen quickly backed down, laughing and comforting her. "I've been busy, you know. The recent issues with Yulei Star have been driving me crazy. I'm not as capable as you, Little Qian Qian. When things pile up, I'm exhausted."

Mo Qianni snorted lightly and laughed. "Is that all? I wanted to hear more praise."

Yang Chen put on a serious face and said, "No more empty words. How about this: I'll prepare a lavish midnight snack for my beloved Little Qian Qian."

"Midnight snack?" Mo Qianni looked around and, displeased, said, "There's nothing here except the frozen food you disdain. Are you planning to cook rice? I'll starve to death."

Yang Chen shook his finger and smiled. "I'm not that stupid. Be a good girl and wait here. I'll be right back."

With that, Yang Chen flashed out of the room, leaving Mo Qianni standing in the kitchen, staring blankly.

After a while, Mo Qianni came to her senses, stomped her foot, and pouted, "What midnight snack? He vanished in a flash!"

Seeing the door to the living room open again, Mo Qianni could only walk over dejectedly to close it. However, just as she reached the door, Yang Chen reappeared in front of her.

This time, Yang Chen had two plates in his hands.

"Hey, how about this? This is spicy chicken and sizzling beef that Aunt Wang made for dinner. You know Aunt Wang, she always makes more than we can eat. These dishes were barely touched, so I brought them over for you. Just heat them in the microwave, and they're ready to eat," Yang Chen said proudly.

Looking at the two plates of fragrant, spicy dishes in front of her, Mo Qianni swallowed and asked in astonishment, "Did you just go home to get the food?"

It had only been a few seconds. This man had managed to go back and forth between two houses, bringing two plates of food with him? Not to mention the distance of dozens of meters, he also had to climb over walls and get in and out of the house!

Yang Chen nodded, walked into the house, placed the two dishes on the table, and said, "You heat these up first. I'll go get you some rice. Be right back."

With that, Yang Chen dashed off again.

Mo Qianni watched Yang Chen leave, then turned to look at the dishes on the table, feeling as if she were dreaming.

A complex and indescribable warmth filled her heart. Instantly producing delicious food—perhaps this kind of romance could only be brought by this extraordinary man.

After a while, Yang Chen returned with a large bowl of rice and a plate of vegetables. He intended to get more, but Mo Qianni stopped him. Upon careful reflection, silently transporting food like this was indeed a bit peculiar.

After heating the food in the microwave, Mo Qianni sat down at the dining table to enjoy what was more like dinner than a midnight snack. Yang Chen sat across from her, brimming with interest, as if watching her eat was highly entertaining.

In the living room, apart from the ticking of the old clock on the wall, it was silent. Mo Qianni, though very hungry, ate quietly. Yang Chen's gaze on her made her feel sweetly happy yet a bit ticklish inside.

Nearly twenty minutes later, at Yang Chen's insistence, Mo Qianni managed to eat two bowls of rice, and for the rare occasion, she let out a burp, her face turning a bright red.

Yang Chen, ever the attentive one, took the leftover food back. As for whether Aunt Wang would be shocked to find the food gone in the morning, that was not his concern.

Seeing Yang Chen take the food away, Mo Qianni thought he wouldn't return and was about to close the door, but Yang Chen reappeared in front of her.

"You... you're back again?" Mo Qianni pouted.

Yang Chen smirked and asked, "Sweetie, are you full?"

Mo Qianni pouted, "How could I not be, with you stuffing me like that?"

"Since you're full, you should have plenty of energy," Yang Chen's smile grew wider. "How about a little exercise to help with digestion?"