Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Shi Guang headed down and did not see Lu Yanchen in the living room. But, the sounds of water pouring came over from the kitchen—he was washing vegetables.

Raising his head gently, he caught sight of her standing rooted at the kitchen entrance as he asked, “What are you standing over there for?”

Thinking about the marks of their intimate acts from earlier… Shi Guang felt a sense of embarrassment. How could he feel so natural about it as though they were a couple married for a long time now?

She walked in stumped. “Erm, I guess I should make the meal.”

“Of course!” Young Master Lu stood on no courtesy at all, pointing at the vegetables on the chopping board. “Chop them.”

“Alright,” Shi Guang replied calmly and washed her hands. Meanwhile, Lu Yanchen took over an apron and wrapped it around her.

As his hands moved around her waist, she felt her entire body going mushy. When he was breathing near her neck as he was tying the apron for her, she even felt her heart skipping furiously for a moment. Her face could not help but steam up while her body wobbled under her heart’s palpitations.

Uncontrollably, her mind even flashed back to the way they were back then.

If the days could return to the same way in the past, could their relationship be the same?

She turned around slightly and saw Lu Yanchen looking at her.

When their gazes met, she could not help but feel a little flustered as she picked up the knife and started chopping the vegetables.

Coincidentally, the first thing she picked up was an onion and a stinging sensation whiffed over at her face. Immediately, Shi Guang’s eyes reddened as tears began to drip down, looking all miserable.

Lu Yanchen smiled, “Don’t tell me that this is your first time chopping onions?”

Shi Guang’s reddened eyes were brimming with tears as she was choked just like that. Coupled with Lu Yanchen’s teasing, her embarrassment turned into anger. “I’m not making the meal anymore! You can go out and eat yourself!”

“You’ll be fine with a little washing,” Lu Yanchen contained his amusement as best as he could while reaching out and pulling her over to the sink. Holding her with one arm, he turned the tap on with the other and scooped a handful of water to wash her eyes.

When the cold water splashed on her face, the stinging sensation disappeared.

Even though she was clearly fine by then, her eyes were still reddened as she asked him, “Even though onions make one cry, people still eat them. If you’re choked by accident while chopping the onion, you must really hate the onion at that time, right?”

She was referring to herself as the onion.

Looking at Shi Guang’s conflicted expression, Lu Yanchen furrowed his brows. “Why?”

Shi Guang had half a mind of following along the topic and spilling everything out as her heart pounded furiously. But, just as she was thinking about how to word it out, Lu Yanchen’s voice drifted out once more. “Make the meal… We’ve still got to visit grandma afterward.”

It was then that Shi Guang realized how she had almost forgotten about her grandma because of her own issues. She hurriedly tightened her apron and continued making the meal.

When they were eating, it was especially quiet at the dining table.

Lu Yanchen drank a mouthful of soup and looked at her. “Mo Jin called earlier, asking if you were here.”

She had run out just like that last night, so it was only natural for Mo Jin to be concerned.

“Oh,” Shi Guang replied softly without saying anything else as she ate.

Lu Yanchen hesitated for a moment before asking, “Why did you not tell me last night that grandma was hospitalized?”

No wonder she was so angry yesterday—she was always most concerned about grandma.