When they got home, Aunt Fang was setting the table.

  Jiang Ci, feeling downcast, said to Grandpa, "Grandpa, I'm not in the mood to eat. I'll head upstairs first."

  "What's wrong with Little Ci?" Grandpa asked Lu Yudong.

  Only the two of them were left at the dining table.

  Lu Yudong suddenly felt that today's meal was a bit lonely.

  "Work setbacks."

  "A work setback, and you won't help her?" Grandpa reproached Lu Yudong.

  Lu Yudong didn't mention that Jiang Ci's setback was because of him.

  "Go make a bowl of noodles for Jiang Ci later."

  "Grandpa!" Lu Yudong sternly refused.

  "Yudong!" Clearly, Grandpa wasn't like Lu Yudong's subordinates, who would be scared stiff by his glare. "Go do it. Grandpa's watching you. How can she go hungry?"

  Helpless, Lu Yudong went to the kitchen and made a bowl of noodles for Jiang Ci, with an egg on top.

  In the past, he would never have done such a humble thing.

  But this time, he even carefully picked out the egg yolk.

  He asked Aunt Fang to take it up to Jiang Ci.

  Jiang Ci was sitting at her desk, holding a book. She hadn't brought back Chu Shuo's notes or the book "CPA and Life" for fear of causing unnecessary conflicts at home. Every time she came home, she only brought the "Financial Cost Management" textbook.

  But at this moment, she couldn't focus on anything, just staring blankly at the book.

  Aunt Fang brought in the noodles and specifically mentioned, "Ma'am, Mr. Lu made this for you himself."

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  "Him?" Jiang Ci didn't believe it at all.

  "Yes. It's the first time I've seen Mr. Lu cook in all these years. Eat up, ma'am." Aunt Fang picked out some noodles for Jiang Ci, worried they'd get soggy.

  Jiang Ci was a bit puzzled, but she thought maybe Lu Yudong felt guilty for not being able to help her.

  She looked closely at the sliced egg, the yolk already removed, and was touched by his thoughtfulness. It reminded her of when she was little, and her father would occasionally come home. Jiang Ci would want to make noodles for him, and he'd pat her head, saying, "Daddy will make it for Little Ci."

  When her father made eggs for Jiang Ci, he would first boil them, slice them, stir-fry minced meat with vegetables to fill the yolk's place, and then put it in the noodle bowl.

  Lu Yudong hadn't done that, but Jiang Ci was already very moved.

  She ate ravenously while tears streamed down her face.

  She missed her father so much.

  Even though her father had left her, he wasn't that far away. He was right by her side.

  Downstairs, Lu Yudong sent a WeChat message to Director Zhu in the Human Resources Department: [Keep a position open for an assistant in the Audit Department.]

  [Okay.]

  After sending the message, Lu Yudong went upstairs.

  "Finished eating?" Lu Yudong asked.

  "Yes, thank you." Jiang Ci was both grateful and anxious about Lu Yudong making noodles for her.

  "You're overthinking it. Grandpa made me do it," Lu Yudong said expressionlessly.

  Jiang Ci: ...

  But Jiang Ci's heart was still filled with emotion. She had eaten messily, with a noodle still stuck to her mouth. Without thinking, she hugged Lu Yudong's waist. His body was warm, carrying a scent different from her father's, a unique cold and sexy masculine aura that Jiang Ci found captivating. It was different from her father's.

  But those eyes of Lu Yudong...

  Jiang Ci leaned her face against Lu Yudong's body, sobbing quietly. Missing someone but unable to express it made her feel wronged, and she cried even harder.

  Lu Yudong frowned, "Crying again?"

  "Sorry, I couldn't hold it in. I won't cry anymore, I promise." Jiang Ci hurriedly got up from Lu Yudong and wiped her tears.

  She didn't realize that her tears, snot, and noodles had all gotten onto Lu Yudong.

  "Jiang Ci..." Lu Yudong looked down at his clothes, gritting his teeth.

  Jiang Ci saw his once pristine shirt now wrinkled and dirty because of her. She panicked and stood up from the chair, "Don't be mad, okay? I'll wash it for you."

  Saying this, she stood in front of Lu Yudong and began unbuttoning his shirt.

  Her face was still streaked with tears, her eyes wet, giving her a delicate, tear-stained look, and her hair was slightly messy. At this moment, she lowered her head, muttering as she unbuttoned, "It was an accident, why so unforgiving? What's with the temper?"

  Jiang Ci started from the bottom button, working her way up.

  Facing Lu Yudong's body so directly, she felt a bit embarrassed, her face flushed, ears burning.

  Lu Yudong remembered that last time, too, when she saw him changing clothes, her face turned red.

  How long has it been, and she's still not used to it, always like an inexperienced virgin?

  But unfortunately, she wasn't anymore.

  Her virginity had already been given to him.

  Lu Yudong found it amusing and spread his arms, letting Jiang Ci undress him.

  "Get me a new one." Lu Yudong stood there, unmoving, instructing Jiang Ci.

  Jiang Ci was about to put the shirt in the bathroom to wash it. She replied, "Got it, sir."

  Can't he dress himself?

  Jiang Ci filled the basin with water, added detergent, and soaked the shirt.

  "Your husband still isn't dressed," Lu Yudong called from outside.

  "Okay, just a moment. I'm soaking the shirt," Jiang Ci replied, flustered and a bit unwilling.

  Coming out of the bathroom, Jiang Ci randomly grabbed a dark blue shirt from Lu Yudong's wardrobe for him to wear.

  Lu Yudong looked great in dark blue, or rather, he looked good in any color, like a clothes hanger.

  "Still cold?" After changing his shirt, Jiang Ci looked up at him.

  Lu Yudong was adjusting his cufflinks and said indifferently, "Consider it your diligence."

  Jiang Ci thought: What do you mean by diligence? Clearly, it's just hard work.

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