Chapter 125: Volume 1 Chapter 125 Tenant (13)

Le Zhou's voice was gentle and pure, without a trace of impurity: "It's fine, are you free tonight? I've always wanted to treat you to a meal."

Jiang Zhi knew he wouldn't let her go, unconsciously pinched her cuff, and after a moment said: "Okay, I'll go tonight."

Le Zhou raised a brilliant, dazzling smile, his handsome features becoming even more striking: "I'll have the food ready, waiting for you to come."

Jiang Zhi hummed in acknowledgment and went back to her room.

Anyone would be deceived by Le Zhou's outward appearance, and she was no exception.

No one knows what lies beneath the angelic smile of that young man.

Jiang Zhi wouldn't throw an egg at a stone; she simply wanted to see what Le Zhou was really like deep down.

Night fell.

She knocked on Le Zhou's door as promised.

Within a few seconds, the door opened from inside, revealing Le Zhou's signature smile.

He wore warm-toned loungewear, an apron over it, his lightly curled brown hair glowing in the light, his features handsome and refined, his eyes and brows as tranquil and gentle as an ink-wash painting.

"You're here."

Jiang Zhi was led by him to sit at the table, seeing the abundant dishes spread out, she felt somewhat surprised.

Le Zhou noticed her expression, scratched his head somewhat nervously: "You didn't expect a guy like me to be able to cook a whole table of dishes, did you?"

Jiang Zhi felt embarrassed: "Well, I'm afraid my cooking skills can't compare to yours."

Le Zhou recalled his past memories, melancholy: "When I was young, my parents weren't often home, so I had to cook for myself, and over time I learned to make many dishes."

For him, that was probably not a pleasant memory.

Jiang Zhi changed the subject, praising him unreservedly: "Being able to make so many dishes, you're really amazing."

Le Zhou's face flushed, a bit uneasy: "I made these dishes especially for you; I don't know if they suit your taste."

When all the dishes were on the table,

Jiang Zhi noticed that most of the dishes on the table were her favorites.

She wondered why he knew all the dishes she liked.

Taking up her chopsticks for the first bite, meeting his expectant, nervous gaze, Jiang Zhi nodded and said: "Delicious!"

Le Zhou let out a breath, especially delighted: "As long as you like it, that's good."

During the meal, most of the time Jiang Zhi was eating; after she finished, feeling full, she leaned back in the chair and rubbed her stomach.

This was probably the most filling meal she had had since coming to this Punishment Instance.

It was utterly satisfying.

Le Zhou rose, carrying the plates into the kitchen; seeing her about to get up to help, he stopped her: "No need, you're a guest—I'll handle it quickly myself."

Jiang Zhi had no choice but to stop her movement.

Hearing the young man bustling in the kitchen, she got up and walked around the living room to aid digestion.

When she stopped in front of the bedroom, she didn't go inside, just glanced in and saw a faint light seeping out.

Just who that perverted stalker was, she had investigated for quite a while.

He harassed her on the livestream, stalked her in reality, and knocked on her door in the middle of the night. Even when she went to the alley to investigate the Strong J Case, he dazed and assaulted her.

When she suspected it was Le Zhou, she followed the clues, waiting bit by bit for him to slip up.

Earlier her suspicion had been only eighty percent sure, but before coming she examined the keychain he had given her, and after feeling a micro camera inside the stuffed toy, she became certain.

Plus the surveillance footage she saw that day in the security room.

This Le Zhou is far from the sunny, cheerful, kind appearance he shows.

He is very good at hiding himself; from the first time they met, she had likely become his prey.

His later pretense was merely to avoid letting her suspect him.