Ch 9: Are You Uncomfortable?
The Dark-Eyed Master’s gaze fell politely on her face.
Perhaps unsure how to face someone who looked at her with an expression of disgust, he didn’t speak for a moment.
The dimly lit restaurant fell into a suffocating silence.
A few seconds later, the man spoke: “Are you uncomfortable?”
Yu Jingmo stood up, smoothed her chest, suppressing the nausea, “I’m fine, I ate too much.”
Hearing this, Lin Hui looked at her a few more times, surprise flashing in his eyes.
He still remembered that she had also eaten a night snack last night. Unlike many girls, she ate very little, let alone late-night snacks, even dinner.
“There are digestive tablets in the medicine cabinet. Next time, don’t eat so much.”
The man’s dark eyes were calm and unwavering. Yu Jingmo knew this was a polite reminder.
“Thank you.”
She didn’t really want to, but it was a habit of hers.
Whether ordering takeout or cooking semi-finished products like today, she always overestimated herself, making it difficult to finish everything.
But she would do it again next time. Before eating, she felt it wasn’t enough; while eating, she felt it was too much.
Yu Jingmo sighed silently and carried her bowl into the kitchen.
After washing the bowl, she looked at the leftover small wontons in the pot with some distress. She found a large bowl and scooped them up, filling it just right.
I’ll save them for breakfast tomorrow.
Overnight food isn’t as tasty, but Yu Jingmo was used to it.
She found some plastic wrap and covered the bowl before putting it in the refrigerator.
Turning around, she met those familiar dark eyes again.
She paused, explaining: “It’s the small wontons I cooked. I made too many, and I plan to eat them tomorrow.”
As for asking him if he wanted some, she knew better than to offer her own cooking. :）
But just as she put her hand on the refrigerator door, she heard him say: “It’s best not to eat leftover food.”
Yu Jingmo blinked, unfazed, “I know, but I made too much, it would be a waste to throw it away.”
“If you don’t mind,” Lin Hui pondered for a moment, “Could you give me some?”
Yu Jingmo’s hands, holding the bowl, were a little sore. Hearing this, she almost dropped it.
She turned her head, “Are you sure? I overcooked them a bit, they’re not that delicious.”
Lin Hui walked over and took the heavy bowl, “It’s fine.”
He didn’t have high standards for the quality of life. He had too much to do in the afternoon and only drank a cup of coffee.
He wasn’t originally hungry, but when he entered, he smelled a fragrance, and his previously suppressed hunger surged.
He only came in to grab some bread or something to tide him over, but cold food couldn’t compare to hot food.
Yu Jingmo silently followed the man out of the kitchen, her eyes falling on his long, handsome hands.
The veins on the back of his hands were slightly raised from carrying the weight, quite noticeable.
She wasn’t in the mood to appreciate it, though.
To be honest, she didn’t care if the wontons’ appearance would affect Lin Hui’s appetite, but she didn’t want her imperfect work to be judged.
The man was tall and upright, his long legs carrying him to the dining table in a few steps.
Lin Hui put down the bowl, lifted the plastic wrap, and after seeing the contents of the bowl, remained unfazed.
The man wasn’t slow, but his movements were graceful enough that even the mushy wontons seemed more refined.
The original work is a youth campus novel, and there isn’t much description of Lin Hui. Her impression of him was limited to “super rich.”
Now, she added a few more points: handsome, and extremely well-mannered.
Yu Jingmo was thinking idly when, just as she was about to go to the kitchen to wash the pot, Lin Hui looked up and said, “I’ll wash it with you later.”
Yu Jingmo didn’t stand on ceremony, “Then I’ll go upstairs first.”
Lin Hui nodded. As soon as Yu Jingmo turned around, she saw Lin Qingchuan at the door.
“…”
His gaze first fell on the bowl in front of his father, then on Yu Jingmo.
His eyes were somewhat complex as he turned and left.
Yu Jingmo knew he must have misunderstood something.
But neither of the two parties cared much.
After returning to her room to wash up, Yu Jingmo continued to make revisions to her drawings, going to bed at 10:30 sharp.
She woke up early the next day as usual.
While eating breakfast, she saw Lin Qingchuan looking hesitant to speak.
But she didn’t ask; it wasn’t her who was feeling stifled.
In the end, Lin Qingchuan didn’t say anything.
Yu Jingmo spent the morning painting. After lunch, she uploaded both pictures to Weibo.
In about a day, the number of followers on her account was about to reach two hundred, and several private messages were inquiries about collaborations.
But Yu Jingmo didn’t accept any. Firstly, they were all small collaborations, and there might even be scammers.
Secondly, she didn’t need the money.
Before today, the pictures she posted were just small projects, not elaborate, and in the eyes of professionals, nothing special.
But after posting the two large-scale scenes today, things were different.
The number of views skyrocketed, and the likes and comments increased significantly.
『My god! It’s really a godly wife!』
『What?! I’m playing a nurturing game with a big shot?!』
『Does Madam draw doujin? I want to see!』
『Good thing I found it early! Politely asking Madam if I can use it as wallpaper?』
『The small comic is so cute! I want to see the sequel!』
Yu Jingmo replied to the wallpaper request, saying it was okay for personal use.
She browsed Weibo for a while before logging out.
In the following days, she only posted two short comics until the day she went to the Lin Family Ancestral Home, when she drew the second chapter of a longer comic.
Going to the Lin Family Ancestral Home every three months was a rule set by Lin Hui’s grandfather.
The Lin Family’s business started expanding during Lin Hui’s great-grandfather’s generation, and it was already a leading force in the business world.
Now, under Lin Hui’s leadership, it has taken another big step forward, becoming an even more formidable presence.
The original intention of his grandfather setting this rule was to strengthen the bonds between brothers and sisters.
But unexpectedly, by this generation, his direct relatives only included Lin Hui and Lin Qingchuan.
The system told Yu Jingmo this, and she was a little puzzled why Lin Hui still maintained this rule, which seemed pointless.
She could tell that Lin Qingchuan was somewhat reluctant to go back to the old house.
【Because there were people Lin Qingchuan’s age among Lin Hui’s distant relatives, Lin Hui thought Lin Qingchuan would be happier interacting with his peers, especially since Lin Qingchuan had never said he disliked it.】
By this time, Yu Jingmo was dressed and ready, waiting for Lin Hui to come back so they could leave together.
Hearing the system’s words, she glanced at the boy sitting expressionlessly on the sofa playing with his phone, only feeling that this father and son were a bit… indescribable.
Both of them had mouths, but one wouldn’t ask, and the other wouldn’t say, resulting in all sorts of misunderstandings.
Yu Jingmo propped her chin on one hand, her index finger tapping her cheek, “This should be the male and female leads’ plot.”
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