"I'm not tasty, my meat's gone chewy," Lu Chenyuan joked about himself.
He didn't have low-class tastes, forever preferring eighteen-year-old girls. To him, Lin Yan was too young, a man in his thirties with a semi-grown child.
Lin Yan took a bite of the braised pork, but it wasn't tender, so she had to chew hard with her cheeks.
"What are your plans for the future? You can't always live in someone else's house."
Lin Yan was a bit anxious since arriving; she had no plan, and no job yet.
"No plans, I'll wait for you to support me," Lu Chenyuan said deliberately for Lin Yan to hear.
This time, Lin Yan lacked the energy to paint fanciful pictures; her previous promises clearly lacked conviction.
"I should be able to," she murmured, head bowed, eyelashes fluttering.
Xi Murong was a bit taken aback upon receiving the message from Lu Chenyuan.
Seeing the photo on the resume, she recognized at once the woman she had seen at Xinghe Bay.
High school diploma, barely in her twenties.
