83: Into Your Heart

Into Your Heart

"Cut your wage? Doesn't that mean I'm cutting *my* wage?" He opened the bathroom door again, an inviting gesture that made the girl carry on her beauty bath. He began unbuttoning inside the bathroom his shirt with dexterity, "Save the Earth, save the trees, save the water, it all starts with us, with you and me. So I suggest we take the shower together." 1

Such reasoning—was surprisingly strong that Lu could not refute.

(The next morning)

Lu remained sound asleep when Huo Yunting knocked that noisy alarm clock before getting up. He crept to her and whispered right into her ears like Dementor sapping her morning joy, "You aren't going for real?"

She whimpered, frowned, and waved him away, "Mhmm…Not going." She turned away and retreated into her blanket.

"What's up with your personal business?"

He knew Lu was a concise person who would not make things personal, so this particular phrase she uttered last night caught his very attention.

"It's called *personal* business for a reason." She turned back and glared at him fiercely with her bloodshot eyes as if possessed by a wraith.

Huo Yunting, by that point, could confirm that she did not intend to tell him anything about her *personal* business, so he eventually stole a quick morning kiss from her and escaped from the room.

Back at Thunderbolt Corp., he was pondering on his throne. He spun it and at last, leaned against it. Looking at the window, he was resting his cheek on his knuckle as his mind wandered away when Huo Li came in with a bang, "Oh Brother Huo!" Gleefully he started, "Your back, they look so broad today! In just two days my Brother Huo had turned manlier!"

Huo Yunting span the chair back to the front, "Go check Lu out," said with his peering eyes.

Huo Li was particularly bewildered.

Isn't Lu living right in his daily discretion? Why do I have to "check her out"?

"Any comment?" Asked Huo Yunting menacingly.

"Nope! W-what I meant is—It's just Lu Zhaoyang, wouldn't it be a waste of workforce if you assign me to watch her?"

I mean, my amazing surveying skills aren't meant for peeking at women…

This is discrimi—

Huo Yunting gave a stomp at the edge of the desk as he launched himself away to the window behind. He looked at Huo Li with silent rage—it was a warning !

"Y-yes sir! Now sir!" And Huo Li ran for his life, though he stopped after a few steps, "By the way, Brother Huo, sir, Ms. Mo visited Thunderbolt again after you guys departed. She said you owed her a dinner date so I just told her that you were at Kyoto. So, you want to do it tonight?"

"Go to hell!" He did not have the mood to entertain some random character M from out of nowhere.

"Yes, sir, right away."

Huo Li sent himself to hell right away.

One thing was for sure.

Lu Zhaoyang had grown more important in Huo Yunting's heart.

　　——

Meanwhile, Lu Zhaoyang, in a fair white one-piece with a dark purse, was strolling at the campus of C University.

The surrounding swarmed upon her with nostalgia, which reminded her helpless self in the past, with that man.

Her first love, that one man who loved and even treasured her.

That one man who left without forewarning.

She was there breathing in the remnants of her memories and viewing the last bit of his silhouette haunting her at the school compound.

Here I am, Chen, at the place where we met and had fun.

Today is the anniversary of your death.

It'll be great if you were still here with me…

She picked a bubble tea shop and ordered original flavor for takeaway. She took the tea and toured the shophouses nearby.

We've been here. I still remember how you were so patient when you visited me and walked me around at this street.

I still remember how you gently caressed the strand of my hair, saying, "Yang, I had been missing in your life. So I always wanted to maximize all the time we could have together. Where do you wanna go dear? I'll get you there."

I said jokingly, "Into your heart."

"Well then, you'll be stuck, forever inside my heart."

I still could feel the warmth of your embrace, the kindness of your voice, even now.

pqdm.com