Chapter 475: Still Quite Pretty

Chapter 475: Still Quite Pretty

When Lu Jin was in a precarious condition at Serene City, Qin Xiaoyue’s expression of pretentious caring and sardonic face pierced Ye Shuyun every day. She was crying, but Qin was laughing, saying terrible things in her face. She said she was feeling down as well, that they were both widows.

But she never believed that her husband died. How could he? And so, she hated Qin Xiaoyue from then onward. And even until today, she could not forgive her.

Thankfully, Lu Jin came back. She was not widowed, or else how could she live on?

“Careful,” Ye Shuyun would not point out the thief, but being careful could make a journey last longer. “We can’t lose this painting. It was exchanged with our son’s life, after all. If the Miao’s was not feeling guilty, and was caught red-handed by us, you think they would hand this to us? This painting is as precious as life itself. Who would give that out willingly?”

Yan Huan could ask for it because it was under that circumstances, or else, even if the Miao’s were massacred, no one would be able to get that Wu Daozi painting.

Lu Jin understood that Ye Shuyun wanted him to be wary of Qin Xiaoyue and her son. He himself knew that Lu Qin was not a sincere person as well. Although he thought Lu Qin would not have the guts to steal the painting, he was still worried.

A rabbit, when pressured, will even bite a person, not to mention Lu Qin who was not a rabbit, but a wolf, a vicious wolf with white eyes.

He did not care before, because he had nothing to lose in the house. But now, he had a Wu Daozi painting and his Ouyang Xiu calligraphy. Not to mention being stolen, even if someone else touched them, he would feel uncomfortable. If he lost it, it would be like losing his life.

“I need to think,” Lu Jin felt his head was going to explode.

“Should we move?” Lu Jin asked Ye Shuyun. They had a few houses elsewhere; they could stay in any one of them.

“Why should we?” Ye Shuyun opened the cabinet and put in some clothes. Lu Jin followed her tightly behind, walking to wherever she was going to.

“Even if you move, you won’t have guards to stop the thieves.” Ye Shuyun was referring to the guards outside. The guards would only guard this house, not anywhere else. Moreover, she was used to staying here, thus, she was unwilling to move.

“On top of that,” Ye Shuyun felt like he was being naive, “If we moved, won’t second brother’s family make a mess here? Even if you can accept that, I can’t,” Every single grass and branch here was taken care of by her. This was where she poured her sweat and blood, this was her home.

Moreover, why did she have to move? This property was Lu Jin’s, not Lu Qin’s.

Lu Jin pouted for a moment.

True, they could not move. But they could not possibly chase Qin Xiaoyue and her son out, he could not do something as cruel as that.

“Lemme think,” Lu Jin walked out, sat down, and was immersed in his thoughts on where to put the Wu Daozi.

The housekeeper passed an egg to Lu Yi, “Rub with this, it will heal well.”

“Thanks, aunty,” Lu Yi took the egg, squatted down before Yan Huan, and put the egg on her face.

“Ouch!” Yan Huan jerked back a little. Can’t you be gentler?

Lu Yi raised an eyebrow, but did not stop his hand.

Looking at his ice-cold eyes, Yan Huan knew that she was wrong. So she guiltily and quietly played with her fingers.

Looking at her puppy-like eyes, Lu Yi’s rage dissipated.

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He peeled the egg, and took out the yolk, separating it into two from the middle. He put one half into his own mouth, and dangled the other before Yan Huan.

“No,” Yan Huan felt disgusted.

“Yes,” Lu Yi was intentional.

“Eww, no!” I don’t want to eat that.

“Eat it,” Lu Yi squinted both his eyes, sending out a threatening stare.

Yan Huan was forced to swallow half an egg yolk. Only Lu Yi could make Yan Huan compromise like this in the whole world. Of course, only Yan Huan could make Lu Yi powerless.

Yan Huan tried hard to swallow the yolk, but she felt a little disgusted. She slapped her chest when she felt as though the yolk was stuck.

Lu Yi poured a cup of water, and put it down in front of her.

Yan Huan quickly took the cup and gulped down the water, but she still felt horrible.

She pouted her lips, as if Lu Yi bullied her. She looked straight at Lu Yi, but Lu Yi did not even bother her.

He stood up, and walked to the sofa. Then, he took his laptop and put it on his lap, about to start working.

Yan Huan touched her own face, and pain seared through her, almost causing her to scream. She had really become more squeamish and delicate. When she was a body double, she was also hit more than once or twice. And it was for real, no pulling punches and no playing with angles. But her swell was not as bad.

Or maybe Miao Xinyuan used her inner qi or she lathered poison on her palm. How else would the swelling be this bad? She ran into the bathroom, and looked at her face in the mirror for a long time.

Seems okay? It’s not that bad. But her skin was thin, so it seemed more swollen.

Hmm, still quite pretty. She mumbled to herself, either joking to herself, or trying to make herself feel better.

Then she was reminded of the disgusting egg yolk she just had.

When she walked out, she saw that the housekeeper had laid down all the dishes on the table.

Lu Yi was still on the sofa, laptop on his lap, his fingers flying quickly across the keyboard. She walked over, bent down, and looked at Lu Yi’s screen. She was greeted by a flurry of English characters, which made her dizzy.

Lu Yi used his hand to raise her chin, to prevent her from “eating” his laptop.

Finally, he closed his laptop and put it aside. Then he stood up, and looked straight at Yan Huan with her swollen face.

Yan Huan blinked a few times, keeping her innocent face. Thankfully, she had a pretty face, or else she would look terrible. Lu Yi squinted his eyes again; it did not feel like a kind look. Some said he had a naturally murderous face– it was true.

What an overwhelming murderous intent.

“Eat,” Lu Yi’s voice had a tinge of helplessness. His bony fingers tucked her messy hair behind her ears, and dragged her to the dining table. That helplessness made him sigh.

He thought he would age quickly. As for Yan Huan, she would probably age gracefully.

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