Lu Sui turned his head to look at Wu Mangmang and cooperatively asked, “What services does the full package include?”

Wu Mangmang was stunned, blinking her eyes—this question really stumped her.

So she made a pause gesture and quickly took out her phone to start Googling.

Then, there was no then.

Wu Mangmang felt her moral bottom line had been refreshed again, which could be considered gaining “knowledge.”

Meanwhile, Lu Sui had already leaned over, pointing at Wu Mangmang’s phone screen and reading, “Dragon’s Descendant sounds good, let’s have a set.”

Wu Mangmang glanced at the explanation for “Dragon’s Descendant”: Four dragons with cat-style oral service (swaying dragon, rotating dragon, carefree dragon, deep-breathing dragon).

Wu Mangmang felt her eyes were about to go blind and quickly turned off the screen.

“You like this so much? When Heaven on Earth wasn’t shut down, you must have visited frequently, right?” Wu Mangmang asked.

Lu Sui smiled and shook his head without speaking, directly starting the car.

Wu Mangmang leaned over to look at Lu Sui’s expression. “Heaven on Earth was probably too low-class for Mr. Lu. At the very least, it should be five hundred US dollars per hour to match your status.”

Wu Mangmang got more excited as she spoke. “Recently there was news about a Taiwanese actress’s prostitution case. With your status, someone must have connected you, right? Two million New Taiwan dollars per night, tsk tsk.”

Wu Mangmang couldn’t help but think of Liu Tai Du Yijun, who had chatted very pleasantly with Lu Sui at his prairie villa. Wu Mangmang had heard some gossip that this Liu Tai also part-time helped celebrities find quick money-making side jobs.

Lu Sui instinctively felt a headache—women’s divergent thinking was too terrifying.

“What kind of service quality is this? Do you interrogate customers’ privacy like this? Call your manager over,” Lu Sui said.

“Cunning,” Wu Mangmang muttered.

But she was really very curious, though Lu Sui’s attitude made her curse silently—indeed an old man full of bad intentions.

Wu Mangmang pondered that she should make Lu Sui provide a health report to put people at ease.

“What, very interested in my sex life?” Lu Sui asked Wu Mangmang, who had fallen silent.

Wu Mangmang shook her head. “To be precise, I’m interested in men.” Understanding more of this knowledge would help her act as an expert when the WeChat group had midnight sessions.

But Lu Sui didn’t seem to intend to educate Wu Mangmang and instead asked, “What do you want for breakfast?”

The topic jump was too big, and this person had just thrown out a blush-inducing topic only to nonsensically switch to eating. Wu Mangmang couldn’t accept it.

But when she smelled the aroma of intestine noodles from the street, Wu Mangmang couldn’t help calling out, “Stop, stop, let’s eat this.”

“Boss, one clear soup intestine noodles, add an extra portion of intestines, no scallions.” Wu Mangmang ordered skillfully without even asking Lu Sui’s opinion, because he had rarely frowned.

Before he could speak, Wu Mangmang had already raised her finger to signal silence. “I know this stuff isn’t good for you and seems disgusting to think about, but it’s traditional Chinese cuisine. And I don’t eat it every day.”

“This intestine noodle shop has very high ratings on the review app.” Wu Mangmang waved her phone in front of Lu Sui. “Are you really not having a bowl?”

Lu Sui shook his head, took a tissue to wipe Wu Mangmang’s stool, then wiped the table in front of her.

Wu Mangmang had a bigger appetite for breakfast and also ordered a beef guokui, which paired perfectly with intestine noodles. She gently bit the beef guokui, but when the busy, sweating boss brought the intestine noodles with scallions, she couldn’t help complaining, “Boss, I said no scallions.”

“Sorry, sorry, too busy, I got confused.” The boss smiled apologetically but didn’t offer to make a new bowl.

Wu Mangmang could only wave her hand, “Never mind.”

Of course Wu Mangmang wouldn’t eat it with scallions, so she could only bite her guokui and look at Lu Sui, but Mr. Lu obviously didn’t have Ning Zheng’s kind of awareness.

But Wu Mangmang had no problem making requests. “Help me pick out all the scallions. You’re just sitting there idle anyway.”

Lu Sui glanced at Wu Mangmang. “Just order another bowl.”

“Why be so wasteful? There are still many children in Africa who can’t get enough to eat.” Wu Mangmang had obviously forgotten what she had said to Ning Zheng before.

“Don’t you want to help me pick them out?” Wu Mangmang asked with innocent big eyes, feeling like she was about to annoy herself to death.

Who knew that after a moment of silence, Lu Sui actually picked up chopsticks and slowly began picking out the scallions for her.

Wu Mangmang’s heart surged with excitement. She couldn’t help taking out her phone to frantically photograph Lu Sui’s hands, then selected the most beautiful angle and waved it in front of Lu Sui. “Your hands look so good when picking out scallions.”

Wu Mangmang withdrew her hand and admired it again happily. “The first time I saw you, I thought your hands were beautiful, like a pianist’s hands, but I never expected them to look even better picking out scallions.”

Such a beautiful picture must be shared on Weibo: “When he lowers his head and carefully picks out scallions for you, his hands are devastatingly attractive.”

Comments quickly appeared:

“Beautiful, drooling.”

“Beautiful, please touch me.”

“Such long fingers!!!”

“Uh, I knew I wasn’t the only one whose focus was on length.”

Wu Mangmang suppressed her laughter and put away her phone.

Looking up, she saw a girl in a pink sweater across from them being lovey-dovey with her boyfriend. Several other women at nearby tables kept glancing at Lu Sui, but the pink sweater girl hadn’t paid any attention.

“I can’t eat anymore, help me finish it.” The pink sweater girl pushed her intestine noodles toward the boy, who smiled and kissed her cheek before lowering his head to eat with chopsticks.

The pink sweater girl rewarded him with a kiss on his ear.

This kind of sweet intimacy involving sharing saliva was really nostalgic and enviable.

This was what dating should be like.

Wu Mangmang turned to look at the jade Buddha statue across from her—pretending to be down-to-earth but actually not at all.

Lu Sui had finished picking out the scallions and pushed the bowl toward Wu Mangmang.

Wu Mangmang handed the half-eaten beef guokui to Lu Sui, pursing her lips and making an “mm” sound as indication.

Lu Sui took it and directly placed it on the table.

Look, this was the difference.

Wu Mangmang suddenly felt quite bored, ate two bites of the intestine noodles, then put them down. “I’m full, let’s go.”

When getting in the car, Wu Mangmang sat very close to the window, her face turned toward the window, almost pressed against the car door.

Lu Sui was also silent the whole way. Wu Mangmang felt like her dating was like performing a silent play.

Her anger was so obviously displayed, yet Lu Sui didn’t try to coax her.

Crafty old men had long learned that when women were angry, let them be angry for a while first, then talk after they cooled down.

Wu Mangmang looked at her blurred face in the car window, somewhat missing the person who used to worry for a long time just from her frowning once.

Sigh, was she getting old too, actually starting to reminisce about the past?

Wu Mangmang smiled self-mockingly.

The car stopped at the villa entrance. Wu Mangmang unfastened her seatbelt to get out, but the door wouldn’t open. She had to turn back to look at Lu Sui.

“Still angry?” Lu Sui asked.

Compared to Wu Mangmang’s petty calculations and self-torment, Lu Sui seemed much more relaxed and comfortable.

When fighters of different weight classes stepped into the ring, Wu Mangmang really had to admit defeat even if she didn’t want to.

She was still in the stage of longing for feelings, while Lu Sui had already jumped past this step.

He was indeed looking for a girlfriend with marriage in mind, as he said.

Someone with suitable living habits, a woman who could bear sons.

“Why would I be angry? You didn’t provoke me,” Wu Mangmang said insincerely.

Lu Sui said, “My not eating your leftover guokui is just my personal living habit, unrelated to our feelings. Even if I had eaten it, it wouldn’t prove they love each other deeply.”

Oh, Wu Mangmang thought, so Lu Sui had also seen that couple.

Thinking about it, that couple’s display of affection was indeed too eye-catching.

Wu Mangmang looked at Lu Sui challengingly: “What if I said my living habit is that my boyfriend must unconditionally eat my leftovers? This way, I wouldn’t have to worry about whether I can finish when ordering—I can eat whatever I want and try whatever I want.”

Girls always loved trying new things. When they bought something and didn’t like it, they could casually hand it to their boyfriend, who would unconditionally eat it—this was sweet indulgence.

Nothing to do with money.

Lu Sui said, “You can completely try whatever you want. It doesn’t matter if you can’t finish.”

Wu Mangmang found fault: “But I also think frugality is a virtue.”

“So I think our living habits aren’t compatible,” Wu Mangmang said, looking into Lu Sui’s eyes.

“Then how much weight do you think this matter carries in our lives?” Lu Sui asked.

Fine, it was a bit of making a mountain out of a molehill, Wu Mangmang admitted.

“If it’s not a crucial issue, can we temporarily set it aside and seek common ground while reserving differences?” Lu Sui said.

Damned rational old man.

Wu Mangmang couldn’t get around it and finally struggled: “But I want to record this matter. Quantitative change can lead to qualitative change.”

Lu Sui nodded.

Wu Mangmang took out her phone, opened the memo, and wrote:

November 2nd, refused to eat my leftover beef guokui. Also, he wasn’t serious about picking out scallions—several pieces were left behind.

After writing, Wu Mangmang showed it to Lu Sui. “Take a look. If there are no problems, sign and seal it.”

Lu Sui didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“Did Ms. Liu’s attitude upset you?” Lu Sui opened the car door for Wu Mangmang.

Wu Mangmang was puzzled for a moment, then played dumb. “Why ask this?”

“You’re suddenly a bit…” Lu Sui seemed to be choosing words and finally selected one: “aggressive.”

“I don’t understand, speak Chinese,” Wu Mangmang said.

Actually, Chinese really wasn’t easy to express this.

“Did you eat gunpowder today?” Lu Sui asked.

Wu Mangmang actually realized this too. She wanted to rebel against Ms. Liu, which led her to start rebelling against Lu Sui too.

“No, actually my obedience the past few days was an act,” Wu Mangmang confessed.

Wu Mangmang’s current situation was a dilemma, so she could only leave the decision to Lu Sui.

Actually, Lu Sui was like a tasteless rib to her—tasteless to eat, but a pity to throw away.

But after yesterday’s scene, she believed people would soon know about her relationship with Lu Sui. If they broke up just like this, letting people know she hadn’t even tasted Lu Sui’s flavor, Wu Mangmang felt she would definitely be laughed to death.

Sigh, face was such a thing—all smoke and mirrors, but you couldn’t help caring about it.

Right now Wu Mangmang hoped Lu Sui would take the initiative to kick her out—she was already used to it anyway.

“Fortunately. I’ve seen plenty of obedient girls,” Lu Sui said.

Wu Mangmang felt she was really too slow to realize. She wondered why Lu Sui had taken a fancy to her.

There were countless obedient, beautiful girls on the street—why would this pie fall on Wu Mangmang’s head?

Although Wu Mangmang had unrealistically fantasized about whether Lu Sui had fallen in love with her at first sight or had unknowingly fallen deeply in love and couldn’t extricate himself.

But she also knew that could only be random thoughts.

Today she finally understood—after all this time, he was treating her as fresh, exciting entertainment.

Wu Mangmang also breathed a sigh of relief. Recently, following Lu Sui around, she had almost suppressed herself into a fishing lady.

Who would have thought that Lu Sui didn’t care about fishing ladies at all—he had taken a fancy to her craziness.

Wu Mangmang thought that from now on, she could probably be considered “officially crazy by imperial decree.”