Her brewed honey water should taste better than coffee!
Rong Yan watched as he took the glass and left, casually closing the door behind her. She had thought about starting another round of the game, but her gaze kept being involuntarily drawn to the honey water on the table.
He has to work overtime tonight, who knows how late heâll have to stay upâ¦
Since she started living with this man, she had gradually discovered just how busy he usually was. Even if he came home, he would typically spend several hours working in the study at night. Often, she would wake up in the middle of the night to see the light in the study still on. The next morning, sheâd see him, full of vigor, sitting at the dining table waiting for them.
This man was like a work machine with preset settings, never seeming to tire.
Sometimes, when she caught glimpses of fatigue in the depths of his eyes, her heart would inexplicably clench.
One of Rong Yanâs hands rested on the keyboard, and although she sat on the edge of the bed, she couldnât calm her mind to start another round.
Her hand aimlessly fiddled with the mouse when suddenly, she accidentally exited the game page. She returned to the live stream broadcast and realized that, without knowing since when, her chatroom had gradually gained more viewers.
And they were all spamming the same topic!
[Oh, what a nice voice. The internet just mentioned Rong Yan has a boyfriend, and then we heard his voice. That must be the boyfriend, right!]
[I just heard his voice and went all soft; what should I do? Total voice control right here. I bet heâs a real stud! An absolute stunner for sure!]
[I just saw slippers, thereâs definitely someone else in the room. My idol actually has a boyfriend, I want to die.]
[To the one above, I also think that the guy must be super handsome. Itâs just too bad the camera faced the ground, so we couldnât see his face. Itâs such a pity. His voice sounded so young, and I even caught a glimpse of a pair of long legs walking past. I just donât know how long until itâs made public. Once itâs public, weâll get to see his face. Begging for a public photo!]
The public chat was filled with requests for Li Shengxiaoâs photo and inquiries of when she would make her relationship public. Rong Yan then realized she had forgotten to turn off her microphone.
From the moment Li Shengxiao came in to bring her honey water until he left, their entire conversation had been broadcasted live.
She felt a tickle of cold sweat on her back, immensely relieved that she hadnât called out any names just now.
Otherwise, following Rong Weiwei, she wouldâve immediately created another explosive piece of news.
The fact that she had a boyfriend had already been exposed by Qin Xiang, so without addressing the questions in the chat, Rong Yan quickly shut down her live stream.
She didnât feel like playing games anymore. After closing her laptop, she stared at the honey water on the table for a while. Yet she couldnât resist her internal desire, so she got up from the bed, put on her slippers, and went out.
Li Shengxiao mentioned he had work to take care of, so he must be in the study.
Duidui wasnât at home either.
The living room was empty. Rong Yan walked to the refrigerator, opened it, and rummaged through the stacked ingredients inside.
The 6-door large fridge had everything inside.
From caviar and matsutake mushrooms, which were expensive ingredients, to basic seasonings like green onions, ginger, and garlic, the fridge had a bit of everything stored.
Rong Yan took out the pork mince and flour, green onions and ginger she had bought from the market, and carried them into the kitchen.
âBaby, baby, Little Babyâ¦â She found an apron, resignedly tied it on, and turned on the tap. To make steamed buns, she had to first prepare the filling and let the flour rise; it was so troublesome. But there was no choiceâif she opted for steak, by the time someone finished his work it would have gone cold. A cold vegetable salad was too chilly to eat in the middle of the night, and it could hurt the stomach, so out of everything she could make, buns were the only option.