Chapter 69 "Gap"

He steadied himself, put on his slippers, and walked over to sit on the living room sofa, though his gaze drifted unconsciously toward the kitchen.

Through the transparent glass door, he could see Su Wan's busy figure. She was wearing an apron, her movements skillful and efficient. Occasionally, when she bent down to pick something up, that alluring curve appeared again, making it impossible for Lin Chen to calm his mind.

He leaned back on the sofa, his fingertips tapping lightly against the armrest, unable to help but wonder: Is this woman, Su Wan, doing this on purpose, or is she just used to it?

Regardless of which it was, he didn't mind; in fact, he was somewhat looking forward to it. After all, having such a beautiful, gentle woman who could cook by his side was a temptation no man could refuse.

Not long after, a rich aroma of food wafted from the kitchen, making Lin Chen's stomach growl with emptiness.

Shortly after, Su Wan walked out from the kitchen carrying a tray, light beads of sweat on her face, yet she was still beaming with a smile: "Master, the meal is ready. Come and eat."

Lin Chen got up and walked to the dining table, where three dishes and a soup were laid out, bright in color and fragrant.

A plate of reddish-brown Coca-Cola chicken wings, a plate of refreshing garlic oil-lettuce, a plate of tender and juicy steamed fish, and a bowl of warm tomato egg soup—they were all home-style dishes, yet prepared exquisitely and alluringly.

The two sat opposite each other. Su Wan picked up the serving chopsticks and placed a piece of Coca-Cola chicken wing in Lin Chen's bowl, saying softly: "Master, try this. I made it specifically to your taste. I hope it's to your liking."

Lin Chen took a bite of the chicken wing; the skin was crispy, the inside soft and tender, with a perfect balance of sweet and salty that hit his taste buds just right. The fatigue of the past few days seemed to be dispelled by this single bite of delicious food.

His eyes lit up, and he looked up at Su Wan, his tone full of praise: "Delicious, this is so delicious! Your cooking level is incredible. The flavor perfectly matches my taste; it's even better than what they make in restaurants outside."

Hearing Lin Chen's praise, Su Wan's cheeks flushed slightly, and a hint of shyness flashed in her eyes. However, she did not dodge his gaze; instead, she looked straight at him, a gentle smile lifting the corners of her mouth, and said softly: "Actually, it's not that amazing. Whenever I'm free at home, I like to experiment with cooking."

"I used to think about taking good care of my future children, but now I realize that being able to cook for Master makes me happier than anything else."

The implication in her tone was direct yet soft and sweet, the trailing end of her sentence carrying a hint of imperceptible coquettishness. She spoke very naturally, her tone filled with a longing for the future, her appearance gentle and docile.

Looking at her like this, a warmth instantly welled up in Lin Chen's heart. The two chatted while eating, the atmosphere relaxed and ambiguous. Su Wan occasionally added food to Lin Chen's bowl or ladled soup for him, her tone gentle and her eyes full of reliance, which greatly satisfied Lin Chen's chauvinism and deepened his affection for her.

Halfway through the meal, Lin Chen reached out to get more soup. Perhaps he was too relaxed, or perhaps his mind was too distracted, but one of his chopsticks accidentally slipped. "Clatter." It fell onto the dining table and rolled underneath. "Oops."

Lin Chen smiled and subconsciously bent over, reaching down to pick up the chopstick.

His fingers touched the chopstick, and he picked it up lightly. The moment he straightened up, his gaze inadvertently drifted to the other side under the table.

Su Wan was sitting there with her legs slightly parted, but because she was wearing a short skirt, the hem barely covered the tops of her thighs. From his angle, looking up from her insteps, he could just see the area partially covered by the short skirt.

Lin Chen's pupils constricted slightly. "Nothing on!" Immediately, wild joy welled up in his eyes, the corners of his mouth lifting unconsciously, while the rice in his mouth remained steady without any loss of composure.

He didn't quickly look away; instead, he deliberately slowed his rise, letting his gaze linger on that spot for another moment, taking in that alluring scenery. He instantly reached a conclusion: "She really isn't wearing anything. This little woman is quite bold."

Lin Chen's heart beat faster, but he felt no panic. Instead, he steadied his mind, sat up straight calmly, picked up the chopstick with ease, and didn't even evade her gaze.

He lowered his eyes, appearing to be adjusting his chopsticks, but he was overjoyed inside, thinking to himself: "The air conditioning is on inside, she specially dressed like this, and isn't wearing underwear. If this isn't intentionally seducing me, what is it? This feeling is just too great."

He looked up at Su Wan across from him, not sneaking a glance, but with a gaze that was frank and scorching. Su Wan was still eating with her head down, her cheeks faintly flushed, but Lin Chen clearly saw her drooping fingertips curl slightly, and the tips of her ears were red enough to bleed.

There was no innocence here; she was clearly feigning calmness, and the shyness and panic hidden in her eyes had already betrayed her thoughts.

Lin Chen's thoughts were not in the slightest disarray; on the contrary, they became clearer. The food in his mouth was still delicious, and the agitation in his heart was wrapped in a sense of pure pleasure.

Watching Su Wan's feigned calmness, the smile on his lips became more pronounced as he pondered: "Deliberately wearing a maid outfit, deliberately not wearing underwear, and deliberately saying those suggestive things—this little woman really knows how to tease. Since she's throwing herself at me, then I won't be polite."

Su Wan seemed to sense his gaze, looked up at him, and asked with a hint of confusion, her voice soft: "Master, what's wrong? Why did you stop eating? Is the food not to your taste, or are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

Lin Chen was not flustered at all. Instead, he looked up to meet her gaze, a playful smile in his eyes, his tone calm and ambiguous, without the slightest unnaturalness: "It's nothing, I was just looking at you and got a bit distracted."

He paused, deliberately slowing his tone, and added: "After all, my Wan Wan is so beautiful and such a good cook; looking at you is more satisfying than eating anything."

As he spoke, he deliberately looked up, sweeping his gaze vaguely across her skirt hem, the implication in his eyes direct and obvious.

As he spoke, he picked up his chopsticks, calmly picked up a piece of fish, and chewed slowly, his gaze falling on Su Wan without reservation, filled with scorching anticipation.

Su Wan's cheeks turned even redder under his gaze, and she hurriedly lowered her head, her fingertips at a loss. Seeing her flustered and shy appearance made Lin Chen feel even more gratified.

Lin Chen finished the last bite: "Hurry up and eat. I'm done, I'm going to take a shower first."

Su Wan immediately said: "I already drew the water in the bathtub before you came in. Your pajamas are also on the hanger nearby."

Looking at the sensible Su Wan, Lin Chen thought to himself: "This maid service is really on point. This is how a rich person's life should be lived. Sigh, in my past life, I was really living worse than a pig or a dog. Making money! I need to think about what other ways there are to make big money."