Chapter 169: She Is So Much Better Than You

Lu Xiwán felt a nervous flutter inside, wishing she could just fly into the stall and shut the vendor's mouth.

Who is Fu Sijue? He has never held anything heavy since childhood, let alone a bunch of vegetables in his hands.

Does the eldest young master of the Fu Family still do such things? Moreover, strictly speaking, Fu Sijue is her superior.

Daring to let a superior carry the bag for you—doesn't that mean living too lazily?

Lu Xiwán quickly turned her head to look at Fu Sijue's expression and actually saw a trace of a smile on his face.

Although it vanished in an instant, Lu Xiwán's keen eyes caught it.

Now that he's become a bag‑carrying tool, what is he happy about?

To avoid any further misunderstanding, Lu Xiwán grabbed him and hurried onto the car.

"Was my performance just now bad?" Fu Sijue, rarely, showed a puzzled expression.

She glanced at the piles of big and small bags on the seat, and Lu Xiwán fell silent.

How could she have the nerve to say Fu Sijue performed poorly just now? So many people believed it.

"Pretty good."

"Then I'll join you next time." Fu Sijue naturally set the next meeting.

Lu Xiwán repeatedly waved her hand to refuse, "Sacrificing your precious time to accompany me shopping for vegetables is already wasteful enough."

How could she have the nerve to come a second time.

The money Fu Sijue could earn in an afternoon would be enough to buy an entire vegetable market.

If this keeps up, never mind whether Lu Xiwán is willing, the shareholders in the company will turn hostile.

Because of Fu Sijue's secret, unspeakable selfish desire, Yao Yao successfully ate the long‑yearned sweet‑and‑sour spare ribs that night.

Even though everything was much the same as usual, Lu Xiwán kept feeling uneasy.

For example, she always felt Fu Sijue was looking at her, but when she lifted her eyes, his gaze slipped away.

Another example: Fu Sijue was picking dishes for her more frequently than usual.

All the dishes on the table were being placed into Lu Xiwán's bowl, causing the little foodie Lu Xixi to pout in displeasure.

"Uncle Fu, why are you constantly picking dishes for Mommy? Mommy can't finish that many!"

She wouldn't admit that she herself wanted to eat.

Yet it happened to voice exactly what Lu Xiwán was thinking.

"President Fu, give it to Yao Yao instead." Her expression was a bit awkward, and she casually passed a piece of spare rib to Yao Yao.

Yao Yao, however, was ungrateful; he turned the spare rib that Lu Xiwán had given him over to Fu Sijue.

"Dad's gotten thin, you should still eat a bit."

Yao Yao showed no sign of displeasure; his smiling face made Lu Xiwán suddenly doubt her own eyes.

How did he notice that Fu Sijue had become thin?

Lu Xiwán had always known that Fu Sijue regularly went to the hospital, so she wore a bewildered expression.

Lu Xixi suddenly had an epiphany, and with a dawning realization let out a long "oh" while looking at the two.

"I and brother Yao Yao are full! Mommy, you all…" After saying that…

He ignored Lu Xiwán the whole time.

Fu Sijue was very satisfied, thinking that tomorrow he should buy a small cake to reward Lu Xixi.

He still had to display a calm demeanor on his face.

The rice bowl in Lu Xiwán's notebook suddenly felt hot to the touch.

She wanted to run away.

"Eat more, you're too thin."

When Fu Sijue looks at Lu Xiwán now, all he feels is guilt and tenderness.

The first time he saw her, he thought she was Wanwan, yet he kept doubting.