Chapter 103: Black Gold Philodendron

Lu Chuan followed behind and reached out to stop the green leaf.

His pale, slender, yet bony fingers rested lightly on the textured green leaf surface. This strong color contrast made him look even more like jade, and his whole person brought out a peaceful color.

Then, Lu Chuan lowered his eyes to look at the leaf in his hand and answered in a low voice: "It's called Black Gold Philodendron."

Having not been back for a month, this room seemed to have changed nothing, and yet it seemed everything had changed.

The living room was still transparent and bright, and the glass was still spotless. Bypassing the simple and soft sofa, the terrace extending outside was still his garden of flowers and plants, colorful and growing wantonly.

Lu Jing placed the box on the table in front of the entrance and said to him while opening the box:

"I locked the gym. You're not suitable for strenuous exercise now, be conscious."

Lu Chuan nodded.

Whether it was locked or not didn't matter. Originally, there were four bedrooms in the house, one changed into a study, one into a gym. Inside were some basic equipment, but Lu Chuan wasn't a person who indulged himself wantonly. He wouldn't touch them in his current physical condition.

Lu Jing was still chattering:

"I called the housekeeper to tidy up the house this morning. It's still the one you usually use. But in your current state, we still need to find someone to cook for you..."

She took out a box of tea, stopped her movements, and asked him: "A Chuan, I know you don't like people in the house, but you can put aside your writing for now and rest well. Otherwise, Mom will come to accompany you."

"No need."

Lu Chuan changed his slippers and walked over. He was 1.8 meters tall and had a good posture. At this moment, he reached out to help her take things out of the box. The loungewear rubbed against his body, fitting the smooth curve of his spine and his lean waist.

"This place is too far from where you work. Didn't that new house get transferred? Take the opportunity to tidy it up and move in. It's close to the company, saving you from traffic jams."

After thinking, he added: "I'm alone, plus the housekeeper, it's fine."

Lu Jing didn't know what to say.

She wasn't actually the type of person who was considerate in every detail. This son had been like this since he was a child, only liking to stay alone quietly. If anyone was in the house, he couldn't calm down.

At this moment, she was silent for a while. Really having no other way, she simply took out a box of tea and unpacked it, changing the subject:

"Come. Tea stir-fried by the little girl herself. Mom knows you prefer Dancong, but at least taste this green tea, don't let it go to waste."

As soon as the tea bag was opened, a clear and quiet fragrance wafted out, like a clear spring in a mountain stream, silently infecting this space.

Making both of them feel refreshed and very comfortable.

Lu Jing subconsciously pinched the bag: "Oh my, so fragrant!"

Then she hurriedly touched the kitchen, rummaged for a cup, and unscrewed the pipeline machine to get water.

The water flow at a suitable temperature rushed into the cup, churning up the fragrance of the tea leaves.

Once close, it felt as if even the eyes were being comfortably steeped in the aroma.

She held the cup high and was full of joy: "A Chuan, look, this good tea, what a good color."

Although these buds weren't one hundred percent pure buds, they vaguely carried one or two tender leaves, but it didn't affect its beauty and fragrance.

Lu Chuan walked over holding the cup, his eyes fixed on the slightly green tea water, and couldn't help but feel thirsty.

"Good tea!" Lu Jing was happy, and at this moment, she hesitated again:

"Such good tea, she sent you three jin all at once, and it's packaged so carefully... A Chuan, tell the little girl, it's not easy for villagers to earn money, don't let her spend more. This must be good tea carefully selected."

Should he send a message?

Lu Chuan hesitated. He now... didn't want to communicate with strangers.

However, Lu Jing could no longer wait for his response. Instead, she held the cup with a conflicted expression: "The tea is so good; do you think it's a bit too extravagant if I send two boxes over? Maybe we should just send one."

Three jin, three gift boxes, each containing five two-tael iron canisters.

The "one or two boxes" Lu Jing originally spoke of referred to the two gift box packages. But the "one or two boxes" she spoke of now referred to these two-tael packages.

But she struggled and hesitated, and in the end, that damned feeling of "feeling bad" overcame her reluctance. Finally, she gritted her teeth and decided: "Send two boxes."

While muttering to herself to find an excuse:

"In case they don't like drinking tea, sending four taels of tea leaves isn't too much of a waste... Besides, no matter how good his ham is, can it be better than our tea..."

Lu Jing left, and the empty room became quiet again.

Lu Chuan took out the remote control, and with a "beep" of the electric curtains, they slowly closed, plunging the entire room into dimness.

The night light in the corner sensed the darkness and turned on, but it only emitted a hazy halo of light in that one inch of space, making the dark figure in the halo appear even more lonely.

The fragrance of the clear tea drifted faintly. He took out his phone, wanting to send a message to the girl who kept sending him things. However, when he opened WeChat, at the very top of the chat history was still his editor:

"Lu Chuan, how long will it take to recover after the skin graft? If it's within a month, I can still stall for time."

"The company has received quite a few offers for the copyright of your new book, but the highest-bidding film company only hopes that you can meet with the little princess of this family and have a meal."

"Do you understand what I mean? They are doing it to chase a star. The star in her heart is you. But in your current state, I'm afraid this collaboration won't be finalized."

"It really is a very, very high offer. The company also really needs such an opportunity."

"For so many years, your cooperation with the company has always been very pleasant, and we have been sparing no effort to vigorously promote your works. Everyone is looking forward to this collaboration."

"Furthermore, the other party has promised that they will absolutely not hoard the copyright, but will invest in production as soon as possible. When you weren't very famous before, those works were all hoarded by others; now is a good time."

"Lu Chuan, consult your doctor carefully, and let me know when you have news."

Lu Chuan closed his eyes and tilted his head back slightly.

The line of his jaw was smooth and fluid. In the dimness, his Adam's apple moved, and his hanging arm was straight and long, bringing out a slight stinging pain from the scars on his shoulders and back.

When he originally chose to write, it was actually to make himself happy. But now, he is trapped by this job instead. Is it worth it?

The tea fragrance drifted leisurely. He picked up the tea cup and took a light sip, and instantly his throat was moistened by the sweet taste. Before his eyes, it was as if there was a lush mountain forest and a leisurely life.

His mind was clear.

Lu Chuan picked up his phone again, but this time it wasn't to reply to his editor, but to click on Song Tan, who had sent a message three days ago.

This time, he finally gathered his courage:

"Thank you for the tea leaves; I like them very much."

---Side Note---

Very well, he is the male lead after all; his screen time can't be less than Da Wang's, right?

That's all for tonight! I'll strive for daytime tomorrow.

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