Lin Yan didn't sleep well last night. Lu Chenyuan had planned to leave for a business trip early in the morning, but hesitant to leave, he took off his suit and went into the kitchen.
There wasn't much at home, so he cooked two bowls of noodles.
Lin Yan got up with a severe headache, under great mental stress and poor rest, her head ached as if it was filled with cotton, constantly swelling.
The steaming bowl of egg noodles was brought to the table, and Lin Yan seemed to have forgotten that she was still angry with Lu Chenyuan.
His white shirt sleeves rolled up high, and even without a tie, it didn't detract from the aura of a successful man, with his tall figure and his entire being exuding a solemn depth.
Lin Yan took a few more glances, realizing that wealth isn't just talked about; some people are distinctly like creatures not of the ordinary world.
