Chapter 599

Translator: Henyee Translations   Editor: Henyee Translations

“I’m not as shameless as you. Let me up and I’ll get you something to drink.”

Lu Zhen wanted to get up, but Song Jia hesitated for two seconds before letting go. She stood up. Just as she was about to walk to the door, Song Jia also stood up. Then, Lu Zhen saw Song Jia pick up the small cake that Lu Zhen had given to Bei Mu and throw it into the trash can. She was stunned for a few seconds before she hurriedly walked over and picked up the cake. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing much. Bei Mu doesn’t like sweet food,” Song Jia said calmly.

Lu Zhen was caught between laughter and tears. She looked at Song Jia helplessly. ‘You’re being petty again, right? Don’t worry, I’ll give you a super big cake on your birthday, okay?”

Was this a problem with the cake? Song Jia looked at the cake in Lu Zhen’s hand and resisted the urge to destroy it. He was indeed a little drunk. Normally, he would not do such an irrational thing.

Seeing that Song Jia was silent, Lu Zhen placed the cake on the table and walked to Song Jia. She held his hand and said softly, “I didn’t have to come to the bar in the first place. I thought that you were here too, so I came. I didn’t come here to celebrate Bei Mu’s birthday because I missed you.”

In the end, Lu Zhen was a little embarrassed. Song Jia’s gaze slowly changed as he stared at Lu Zhen. “Really?”

“What else?” Lu Zhen glared at him. “Alright, I’ll be back soon. You’re not allowed to throw the cake away again, or I’ll really be angry.”

“Okay, I’ll wait for you.” The gloominess in Song Jia’s heart completely dissipated. He sat back on the sofa and looked very obedient.

A moment later, Lu Zhen brought in a cup of tea. Song Jia finished his tea and said to Lu Zhen, “I’ll go upstairs and take a shower.”

Lu Zhen blushed. “I’ll go back later.”

“It’s not that I don’t want you to go back. I’m just taking a shower and sending you back.”

“No need. You’ve drunk. You should rest.’

“I’ll be quick. Wait for me for a while.”

Their conversation seemed to be on different channels. Lu Zhen was helpless and could only follow Song Jia upstairs. The room upstairs was very tidy, but it was naturally incomparable to the furnishings of a five-star hotel.

Song Jia entered the bathroom and quickly took a shower. When he came out, water was still dripping from the ends of his hair.

Lu Zhen took the hairdryer. “Let me dry your hair.”

“Okay.” Song Jia sat on the sofa. Lu Zhen walked behind him, turned on the hairdryer, and started to dry his hair.

The stylist of the company often helped Lu Zhen dry her hair. Although Lu Zhen had never dried anyone’s hair, her movements did not seem unfamiliar. In addition, the man had much less hair than the woman, so she dried it very quickly.

When the wind from the hair dryer blew beside Song Jia’s ear, Lu Zhen reached out and covered Song Jia’s ear to prevent his ear from feeling uncomfortable. However, such an intimate contact made Lu Zhen’s heart itch and beat faster. After drying his hair, it was a little messy, but overall, it neutralized Song Jia’s cold and distant aura, making him look much more easy-going than usual.

Lu Zhen put down the hairdryer. “Alright, I’m leaving. It’s getting late.”

Song Jia pulled Lu Zhen over and hugged her waist. He leaned his head gently on Lu Zhen’s abdomen. “We’ll leave later.’

This posture made it seem like Song Jia was very dependent on Lu Zhen. Lu Zhen’s heart softened. She couldn’t help but place her hand on Song Jia’s hair and gently comb it with her fingers.

After dawdling for a while, Song Jia got up and changed before sending Lu Zhen back. The next day, Lu Zhen woke up and opened her cell phone. She saw Bei Mu’s message.

“Thank you for coming over yesterday. I’m very touched. The cake is delicious!” The picture behind this sentence was a small cake that had eaten more than half.

Lu Zhen immediately remembered the scene of Song Jia throwing this cake into the trash can.

Lu Zhen: Forget it, Bei Mu. I won’t tell you what this cake has experienced.

Lu Zhen went downstairs and saw a yoga blanket in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the balcony of the living room. He Hong was sitting on it.

“Good morning.” He Hong smiled at Lu Zhen.

Lu Zhen also smiled faintly.

“Your father went out to buy groceries.”

He Hong saw Lu Zhen looking around the living room and took the initiative to explain.

“Is he going to cook lunch?” Lu Zhen leaned against the table in the cafeteria and asked without walking to the balcony..