112: Chen Mengyao: "Is this a date?"

As Chen Mengyao eagerly anticipated, Lu Chen's tall and upright figure slowly appeared outside the laundry room.

Sunlight streamed from behind him, outlining his handsome profile, as if he were edged in gold.

The moment Chen Mengyao saw him, she felt her heart skip a few beats, and a faint blush instantly rose to her face.

Although she had rehearsed their meeting countless times in her mind, trying to calm herself, at this very moment, nervousness and fluster still surged uncontrollably.

She bit her lower lip slightly, her hands unconsciously rubbing her apron repeatedly, attempting to smooth out non-existent wrinkles.

Then, taking a deep breath, she moved gracefully forward, walking respectfully towards him, her voice soft and trembling slightly: "Mr. Lu... Lu Chen, you're back."

She lowered her head slightly, but couldn't help but secretly glance up, discreetly observing Lu Chen, her eyes full of shyness and admiration.

Lu Chen nodded slightly, his deep eyes gazing at her, a faint smile playing on his lips—a smile that seemed to melt ice, carrying an irresistible tenderness.

A moment later, he asked, "Mengyao, would you like to come to a concert with me?"

His voice was deep and magnetic, like the most enchanting melody in the night sky.

Upon hearing this, Chen Mengyao's heart skipped a beat, and an immense joy and happiness enveloped her like a surging tide.

She instinctively clutched the corner of her clothes, intending to maintain some composure, but her inner excitement was like a wild horse, making her eager to look up.

Her eyes sparkled as she gazed at Lu Chen, the blush on her cheeks growing brighter, like a ripe peach, as she nodded repeatedly, "I... I want to go, Mr. Lu."

The delight in her voice was evident to anyone who heard it.

Seeing her like this, Lu Chen couldn't help but smile, and softly said, "Alright, then I'll send someone to pick you up in a couple of days."

With that, he suddenly extended his hand, his long and strong fingers gently clasping Chen Mengyao's small hand.

Her hand was soft and slightly cool, her fingers slender and delicate, with a faint dampness in her palm, as if carrying a maiden's unique nervousness and shyness.

The instant their skin touched, it was like a subtle electric current, spreading from his fingertips throughout his body, creating ripples in his heart.

Chen Mengyao felt his palm was broad and warm, and a strange sensation instantly spread through her body. She was struck by this sudden tenderness, and her mind went blank for a moment.

Immediately after, her heart pounded like thunder, as if it would burst from her chest.

Lu Chen frowned slightly, his gaze falling on her hand, his eyes full of tenderness, and he softly said, "You must have worked hard doing laundry recently; your hands have become quite wrinkled."

Hearing his gentle words, Chen Mengyao's pretty face instantly flushed to her ears, her eyes darting nervously, wanting to pull her hand away, yet she yearned for this moment of intimacy, her fingers curling slightly, letting Lu Chen hold her hand.

She stammered, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz: "N-not... not hard at all, Mr. Lu." But the slight tremor in her tone betrayed her true feelings.

Lu Chen's smile deepened, and he gently squeezed Chen Mengyao's hand.

Lu Chen's smile deepened. He gently squeezed Chen Mengyao's hand, then released it, but his fingers lingered, subtly brushing the back of her hand, causing a slight shiver.

He looked up slightly, his eyes full of indulgence, and softly said, "Don't overwork yourself these next few days. Get more rest, okay?"

Chen Mengyao hung her head, her heart pounding even more violently, feeling that the heat on her face wouldn't subside.

She nervously clutched a corner of her apron, her prominent bosom rising and falling sharply a few times. With great effort, she managed to steady herself and replied in a voice as tiny as a mosquito's buzz: "Mm... I understand, Mr. Lu, thank you."

She secretly raised her eyes, her gaze meeting Lu Chen's deep eyes, then quickly moved away like a startled deer.

The blush on her cheeks spread to her earlobes, making her already delicate face even more charming and alluring.

Seeing her shyness, Lu Chen's smile grew even wider.

He leaned in slightly, approaching Chen Mengyao. The faint scent of his cologne, imbued with a masculine aura, wafted around her.

His gaze remained fixed on her face, gentle yet with an irresistible pressure, as he softly said, "On the day of the concert, dress beautifully, okay?"

As he spoke, Lu Chen's fingers gently picked up a stray strand of Chen Mengyao's hair, twirled it around his fingertip for a moment, then slowly released it.

Chen Mengyao felt her head buzz, her face burning hot. She dared not meet Lu Chen's eyes, only nodding frantically, stammering, "O-okay... okay, Mr. Lu."

At this moment, her mind was in a turmoil, constantly replaying various scenes of attending the concert with Lu Chen.

Shyness and anticipation intertwined, making her exude a naive yet captivating charm.

Lu Chen straightened up, a satisfied smile on his lips.

Then, he gently patted Chen Mengyao's shoulder, his voice carrying a hint of reassurance: "Well, I'll be going now. Be good these next few days."

Having said that, he walked away with steady steps, leaving Chen Mengyao standing alone in place, lost in thought for a long time.

Lu Chen had gradually moved away, his figure becoming increasingly blurred, yet Chen Mengyao's gaze, as if drawn by a magnet, remained fixed on his retreating back, not moving for a single moment.

She slightly stood on her tiptoes, stretching her neck, her eyes full of longing and reluctance, as if only by doing so could she slow down Lu Chen's departing steps.

Even after his upright figure completely disappeared from sight, she still stood rooted to the spot, her eyes a little dazed, still immersed in the dreamlike scene from just now.

Chen Mengyao felt as if her heart had been overturned, like a jar of mixed spices.

Sweetness, shyness, anticipation, and nervousness intertwined, creating a chaotic mess.

Her fingers gently caressed her chest, where her heart still beat rapidly and powerfully, like a dense drumbeat, each throb making her cheeks burn even hotter.

"Is this a date? Is this really a date?"

She whispered repeatedly in her heart, her voice trembling with a hint of disbelief.

Chen Mengyao felt as if she was dreaming right now.

Just two days ago, she was lamenting Lu Chen's recent coldness towards her.

Unexpectedly, within these few days, Lu Chen not only helped her deal with her gambler father but also changed his previous indifferent attitude, and now even invited her to a concert.

Recalling Lu Chen's every gesture just now, especially his gentle voice and gaze, Chen Mengyao felt her heart soften.

And that faint scent he exuded when he leaned in slightly, imbued with the unique aura of a mature man, made her flustered and at a loss, yet she couldn't help but be intoxicated by it.

Moreover, his intimate gestures of subtly brushing the back of her hand and picking up a strand of her hair stirred ripples in her heart, making her so shy she almost suffocated.

Chen Mengyao lowered her head to look at her hands; the spot where Lu Chen had gently held them still seemed to retain his warmth, and the slight dampness in her palm, she wasn't sure if it was due to nervousness or excitement.

She gently bit her lower lip, trying to calm the turmoil in her heart, but her flushed cheeks, sparkling eyes, and slightly trembling body fully revealed her shyness.

At this moment, Chen Mengyao stood in the interplay of light and shadow in the laundry room, dressed in a simple maid's outfit. Her already slender waist, cinched by the apron, made her appear even more delicate and pitiable.

Her slightly disheveled hair fell casually onto her fair shoulders, with a few stray strands framing her cheeks, adding a touch of languor and allure to her.

Sunlight shone on her, outlining her graceful figure, like a beautiful painting, full of a maiden's shyness and captivating charm.

With a heart full of joy, Chen Mengyao turned back to the laundry basin to continue washing clothes.

Her face was radiant with a happy smile, as bright as a blooming flower in spring.

At this moment, she seemed to have forgotten everything around her, completely immersed in her Small World.

Her movements were light and skilled as she kneaded the clothes, and white foam continuously overflowed from between her fingers.

The bubbles seemed to be endowed with life, sparkling with colorful light under the sun, as if each bubble contained a tiny, dreamy Small World.

Some bubbles displayed brilliant rainbow colors, with various hues intertwined, beautiful and magnificent.

Other bubbles seemed to be embedded with countless tiny diamonds, reflecting dazzling light, sparkling and eye-catching.

For the first time, Chen Mengyao felt that washing clothes could be so interesting!

She couldn't help but reach out, gently touching the bubbles.

The moment her fingertips touched a bubble, it instantly burst, turning into a small droplet of crystal-clear water that sprinkled onto her hands and clothes, bringing a touch of coolness.

She didn't mind, however, and instead laughed happily like a child, her eyes sparkling with bright light.

Just then,

Xun Xiaoxiao walked over.