Chapter 405: Making you addicted is my purpose

Jiang Lai strictly forbade Ke Zhongyu from auditing the second class; Ke Zhongyu obviously knew the reason, yet insisted on asking why.

Until they reached the lecture hall doorway, Jiang Lai stopped two steps, helplessly saying, "You'll distract me in class; the first lecture had no specialized content, but this one does."

Ke Zhongyu laughed.

"Okay, Professor Jiang."

Not showing the slightest air of authority, Jiang Lai nodded: "Go sit in the office."

Ke Zhongyu indeed turned and left.

Walking, he made a call, asking someone to bring things over.

When Jiang Lai finished class and returned to the office, the space that had only desks and chairs now held a computer, sofa, small round table, and greenery.

In just the time of one class, the office underwent a complete transformation.

The movers set down the last item—an ergonomic chair—then left.

Ke Zhongyu gently turned the chair, leaned on it, and asked, "How is it?"

Jiang Lai gazed at it all, feeling strange; she used to be the one doing these things, but since being with Ke Zhongyu she had hardly done any household chores, as he quietly prepared everything behind the scenes.

She stepped toward him, looked into his eyes, and said, "Especially, especially like it."

To earn Jiang Lai's two "special" remarks, Ke Zhongyu felt unusually satisfied and earnestly said four words: "My honor."

Jiang Lai couldn't help but laugh.

Ke Zhongyu opened his arms; she naturally embraced him, inhaling lightly, drawing in his faint cedar scent.

"Ke Zhongyu, you're not idle either—why spend time on these things?"

"I haven't really spent time; I just spent money." Ke Zhongyu said leisurely, "Using money to buy you peace of mind is worth it."

After a brief hug, he lightly patted Jiang Lai's waist: "Mom and Dad booked a restaurant; it's fifty minutes away—just right for lunch."

"Huh?" Jiang Lai stepped out of his embrace, looking at him quizzically.

Ke Zhongyu lowered his gaze to her: "Wishing Professor Jiang a smooth first day of class."

"Huh?" Jiang Lai blinked in confusion.

"Let's go." Ke Zhongyu took her hand, his other hand lifting her bag from the desk, pulling her out; they walked hand in hand across the campus tree-lined avenue to the parking spot.

Jiang Lai had already realized—her boyfriend's family wanted to celebrate her first day… of class?

How strange.

Won't it be too elaborate?

It's just going to work.

As it turned out, Jiang Lai still underestimated her boyfriend's family; she had just entered the restaurant when—bang—fireworks rained down, startling her slightly, and Ke Zhongyu behind her immediately wrapped his arms around her shoulders, instantly spotting the "culprit" standing on a chair holding the firework tube.

Ke Zhongying hopped down, laughing: "Congratulations, Professor Jiang!"

Ms. Nian also came up holding flowers, smiling gently: "Have a smooth day at work."

Jiang Lai stared at it all, her mind foggy, her heart warm; unused to such a scene, she felt a bit flustered and glanced sideways at Ke Zhongyu.

Ke Zhongyu said, "This is mild; in Ke Zhongying's kindergarten, whenever they got a little red flower they'd set off fireworks at night, doing so throughout her entire kindergarten years."

Ke Zhongying lifted her chin: "I get a little red flower every day."

Ke Zhongyu: "Who in your kindergarten hasn't gotten a little red flower?"

Ke Zhongying: "... Can't be bothered with you."

One second she gave her brother a cold stare, the next she smiled at Jiang Lai: "Sit, sit—this restaurant just hired a chef from G Province, said to be especially good at your hometown dishes!"

Jiang Lai felt overwhelmed by the favor, showing only half of it on her face: "But I remember you all don't really eat spicy food."

Ke Zhongying: "Besides, there's more than one chef—two chefs prepared our table's dishes; what's wrong with eating two cuisines? It's comprehensive!"

Ms. Nian noticed Jiang Lai's slight unease and said, "Listen to this little girl chattering—the restaurant belongs to Zhongyu, the chef is newly hired; try the flavor, and if it tastes authentic, just call to have them send it over—Mo Yi's cooking is fine, after all she's not a true G Province native, so her local dishes still lack a bit of flavor."

Jiang Lai didn't know what to say, so she just listened attentively while Ms. Nian spoke, looking rather obedient.

Seeing her like that, Ms. Nian chuckled as she spoke, reached out and pinched her cheek: "How can you be so cute?"

Jiang Lai quickly blushed.

Her upbringing never lacked motherly figures—the dean mom would pat her head, hug her, the senior wife would tease her and pinch her cheek, but… this was Ke Zhongyu's mother.

It's too wonderful.

Ms. Nian blinked, then found Jiang Lai even cuter, her smile widening.

Ke Zhongying let out a "huh": "Before, only you pinched me; now it's fine—more people get to pinch me."

Ke Zhongyu handed her a cup of water, watching Jiang Lai gulp it down; the red on her cheeks only then began to fade.

The mother was right—A Lai really is cute and interesting.

Such cuteness and interest aren't obvious at first glance; they emerge only after entering her life, when she's willing to show you things she never reveals in public—then they become especially precious.

Ke Zhongyu drank the remaining half of Jiang Lai's water using her cup, and the dishes were nearly all served.

Ke Yue asked Jiang Lai: "How did it feel teaching your first class?"

Jiang Lai replied honestly: "Inside I feel a bit nervous, but I unconsciously imitate my teacher, which makes me a little steadier."

Ke Yue nodded: "That counts as a kind of inheritance."

Jiang Lai: "Then I'll try a little harder."

Ke Yue: "Don't overwork yourself—if the sky falls, the tall guy holds it up; his height shouldn't go to waste."

Ke Zhongying: "Exactly, he's almost 1.9 meters tall, grown on feed."

Ke Zhongyu couldn't be bothered with her, busy being a good husband in front of Jiang Lai—taking bowls and chopsticks, serving rice, serving soup.

All the dishes Jiang Lai likes were placed before her.

Jiang Lai felt a bit like walking on clouds, her whole self light and airy; Ke Zhongyu noticed and told her: "Those two are always over the top."

Jiang Lai couldn't help but tell Ke Zhongyu: "You sometimes are over the top too."

"Is that so?" Ke Zhongyu wore a cold, handsome face, saying gentle, moving words, "Get used to it slowly."

Jiang Lai said: "Habit is a kind of addictive behavior."

Ke Zhongyu: "This is my purpose."

Make you unable to leave.

Make you reluctant to part.

From me to my parents, younger sister, and friends.

He wants to weave a tight net, to ensnare Jiang Lai's entire future life.

He wants Jiang Lai to belong to him.

While eating, Ke Zhongyu received two messages.

【Violation operation, quickly delete, cannot mention to anyone, any】

Ke Zhongyu forwarded one of the messages to White Tower, quickly long-pressed to delete the content, screenshot the blank chat interface and sent it to the other party, then deleted again.

After the operation, he put away his phone and continued eating.