Lu Beiyuan had come down from upstairs when Meng Qingxue was already seated in the living room, having ground herself a cup of coffee.
To the unaware, one might think she was the lady of the house.
Lu Beiyuan didn't feel there was anything amiss; even if he and Meng Qingxue were not in a romantic relationship, they had grown up together and were playmates with feelings for each other.
"Brother Beiyuan!" Meng Qingxue stood up, her gaze filled with adoration: "Please have a seat, the soup will be ready soon."
Lu Beiyuan was wearing the most conservative of men's loungewear, buttoned up to the very top.
Yet even so, his tall and handsome figure gave a distinct air of nobility to the plain loungewear.
"Qingxue, I have something to tell you," Lu Beiyuan's voice was cold and steady: "Please sit down."
A feeling of unease suddenly surged in Meng Qingxue's heart: "Brother Beiyuan, it's late, you should rest after having the soup. Whatever it is, we can talk about it later…"
