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Sang Yu felt that her temper had been quite good lately, but right now, she was furious—really furious, especially furious. There hadn't been many sweet moments along the way, and just when they finally reconciled, he lost his memory again. In the end, they exchanged a smile on the grass, forgiving her for being too foolish to understand such an ending.
Her phone on the table vibrated, and Sang Yu picked it up to see a WeChat message from Lu Jingzhi: "What are you doing?"
Seeing Lu Jingzhi's message, Sang Yu's anger gradually began to dissipate.
Lu Jingzhi thought to himself: Do I have this effect too?
Sang Yu typed "Watching TV," but hesitated for a moment before deleting it. Would replying so quickly make her seem too eager, as if she had been waiting specifically for his message?
Forget it; she decided to wait a while before responding and went to wash the dishes first.
In an attempt to show that she wasn't too anxious, Sang Yu took her time washing the dishes and then slowly returned to the sofa before finally starting to reply to his message.
"Just finished eating."
Lu Jingzhi was busy in his study when he heard his phone ring. He picked it up and saw Sang Yu's reply, a smile unconsciously forming on his lips.
"What did you eat?" he texted back.
"Vegetables," Sang Yu replied.
"What kind of vegetables?" he asked.
Sang Yu muttered under her breath, Why does it matter what I ate? Why is he asking so specifically? But she still replied honestly, "Braised half a chicken and some oyster sauce lettuce."
Lu Jingzhi raised an eyebrow in surprise. He hadn’t expected the young girl to like chicken so much. Last time he had chicken wings with her, and now she was eating braised chicken. "That's great!"
He then sent her a sticker of a small person drooling with the words "Want to eat!" written above its head.
Sang Yu couldn't help but smile at the sticker; she had completely forgotten about her earlier anger.
"My dinner was a pack of instant noodles," Lu Jingzhi texted back, fully aware that if he wanted Sang Yu to feel sorry for him, he had to play the pitiful card!
How did he know this so well? It was simple—he grew up watching his dad and older brother cater to their wives. If he didn’t learn how to play the pity card by now, it would be a waste of his clever brain!
Sure enough, when Sang Yu saw Lu Jingzhi's message, she frowned slightly and typed back, "How do you eat instant noodles?"
After hitting send, Sang Yu suddenly realized something was off. That question sounded quite caring—were they really that close?
Even though she was alone in the room, Sang Yu felt a bit guilty and coughed twice.
Sang Xiaoyu, wake up! Wake up! Wake up! You need to be more alert!
Delete the information and then input a new message: "Hmm," and send it.
Well done, Sang Xiaoyu! You're alert enough! Cold enough! Sang Yu gave herself a thumbs up.
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