Halfway through the porridge, Lu Huan noticed Bai Jin wasn’t talking. Even though the porridge wasn’t all that great, Lu Huan kept praising it nonstop—how well it was cooked, how delicious it was. But Bai Jin remained unenthused.
Lu Huan couldn’t figure out what had gone wrong.
After washing the dishes, Bai Jin still sat there silently in the distance.
Lu Huan went over to wipe down the dining table beside her.
“Are you annoyed because I’m useless?”
Bai Jin’s voice emerged softly, her words trailing off lightly.
Lu Huan wondered if she’d misheard. She paused for two seconds, then said earnestly, “No, I’m just worried about you.”
Worried her explanation wasn’t clear enough, she added, “I don’t want you getting hurt all the time.”
“…Mm.” Bai Jin kept her head lowered as she acknowledged it, then said nothing more. She rose and returned to her room.
The sound of the door closing echoed. Lu Huan stood there dumbfounded for a moment.
…Did she just get mad?
What’s going on?
She looked down at the disposable wipe in her hand, her mind racing.
What made her angry? Was it me saying I was worried? Does she feel embarrassed about getting hurt? Or did I overpraise the porridge and make it seem fake?
Lu Huan racked her brains but couldn’t figure it out.
She hesitated several times about knocking on the door to ask directly.
In the end, after some time passed, she tidied the living room and handled a few lingering tasks. When Bai Jin emerged to take a shower, Lu Huan called her over for some hot milk.
She’d planned to clear the air, but in the blink of an eye, Bai Jin downed it in one go and retreated to her room, leaving no time for talk.
This won’t do.
Lu Huan stared at the firmly shut door.
A moment later, she took the cakes from the fridge and set them on the table. Then she knocked on Bai Jin’s door. “Bai Jin.”
She listened carefully for sounds from inside. “I bought cake. Come out and have some.”
After a while, a voice came from within. “I’m full. I’m going to sleep.”
It sounded flat, without inflection.
But Lu Huan was fairly certain by now—nine times out of ten, it was some kind of misunderstanding.
The rapport she’d worked so hard to build couldn’t shatter like this. But right now, she had no breakthrough because she still didn’t know what the problem was.
If Bai Jin was really upset, maybe some cooling-off time was best.
Let her be alone for a bit first.
With that thought, Lu Huan said goodnight and walked away without another word.
The apartment fell quiet once more.
Lu Huan eyed the two cakes on the table and walked over.
If they went in the fridge, they’d probably spoil by tomorrow—too much waste.
So she sat down, ate them while scrolling her phone, cleaned up, freshened up, and headed to bed.
—
The next day, yesterday’s Lu Huan had thought there was a fifty percent chance Bai Jin was mad. Today’s Lu Huan was ninety percent sure.
At breakfast, Bai Jin deliberately didn’t set out bowls or utensils for her. When they left together, Bai Jin insisted on walking and said not to trouble her, but Lu Huan coaxed and pulled her into the car anyway.
Definitely mad.
Otherwise, why the sudden distance, like she wants to cut ties?
Glancing at Bai Jin in the passenger seat, staring coldly ahead, Lu Huan felt perplexed, unsure where she’d slipped up.
She didn’t dare speak rashly, only stealing glances at her expression via the rearview mirror.
Two days ago, she’d been holding her tight and kissing her passionately; now she was dodging like her life depended on it. Lu Huan was starting to find this woman’s moods impossible to read.
This won’t do…
“Bai…”
They arrived at the company building. Just as Lu Huan was about to say something, Bai Jin got out first, shut the door, and tossed out a distant “thanks” as she walked away.
Lu Huan watched her back, lips pressing together. She didn’t follow.
During morning work, Lu Huan couldn’t focus like usual. It felt like an invisible string bound her, the other end tugged by someone else. Her eyes scanned the dense files, but the words slid past without sinking in.
She truly couldn’t understand it.
Distracted again and again, frustration built. She tossed her things onto the desk and leaned back.
“Tch.”
What the hell.
…
Downstairs at the company, a woman with a chestnut high ponytail and bright red lips approached, waist pouch slung over her shoulder. She was stopped by reception.
“Please wait, miss. Do you have an appointment?”
Hearing this, the woman halted, hooking her finger under her tinted sunglasses and peering over them. “New hire?”
The receptionist smiled her standard smile, but the woman read her forced composure and pegged her as the newbie.
About to say something, Zuo You—dressed in sharp black business attire, heading through the lobby—spotted the scene and strode over, interrupting Zhong Ruo.
“Miss Zhong.”
Zhong Ruo turned and grinned instantly. “Hey, Xiao Youyou! Long time no see.”
Zuo You nodded, replying coolly that it had been a while. She went to the desk and murmured something to the receptionist.
The receptionist suddenly understood, bowing hastily. “Sorry, Miss Zhong. I’m new and didn’t know who you were.”
“Oh, no need to apologize—you did nothing wrong.” Zhong Ruo waved it off, helping the receptionist up with a smile and a pat on the shoulder.
The receptionist nodded. Zhong Ruo hooked an arm around Zuo You’s shoulders and sauntered off, practically melting against her.
The receptionist blinked in surprise.
Whoa—
Zuo Assistant always seemed so aloof, but she’s this close with someone?
Meanwhile, in the elevator.
Zhong Ruo’s arm was looped around Zuo You’s neck, her head lolling on her shoulder. Other passengers’ gazes drifted their way.
Zuo You coughed lightly, her voice low enough for only them. “Miss Zhong…”
“What’s up?” Zhong Ruo asked casually, as if it were nothing.
With others around, Zuo You said no more.
Once the elevator headed upward and they were alone, Zuo You ventured tactfully, “Careful, or you’ll fall.”
“I’m holding onto you—how could I fall?”
Her breathy words tickled Zuo You’s ear. A faint blush crept up Zuo You’s cheeks, though her expression stayed composed.
Zuo You always looked so serious and proper—she wasn’t used to this kind of teasing at all.
Spotting that adorable reaction, Zhong Ruo laughed. “Alright, I’ll stop messing with you. Go do your work—I’m off to find Lu Huan.”
Zhong Ruo dashed out, turning back to wave from the elevator.
Zuo You nodded; her escort duty done, she hit the first-floor button.
As the doors slid shut and descended, Zhong Ruo’s expression shifted slyly. She hopped into another elevator and jabbed the floor button impatiently.
Find Lu Huan?
As if! She’s here for that gorgeous someone!
Ever since that video call, Zhong Ruo hadn’t been able to shake the feeling something was off. Those lips? No way from a fight—they were bitten, and on the outer corner, so definitely kissed.
Piecing it together with bits from Zuo You, Zhong Ruo concluded Lu Huan had a girlfriend or fling.
Unable to hold back, she’d come to check it out herself.
Reaching the floor, Zhong Ruo stepped out.
Hearing the Planning Department was the spot, she headed down that corridor.
Pausing by the window, she peered in cautiously, scanning for her imagined target.
After a sweep, she pursed her lips. No one who really clicked.
Sure, there were attractive people inside, but by Lu Huan’s tastes, average good looks wouldn’t cut it.
Just as Zhong Ruo turned to leave, footsteps approached from behind.
A chill ran down her spine. She glanced back to see someone with a cup of coffee entering the department—a cascade of thick, glossy black hair, upturned fox eyes radiating aloof allure, like a stunning snow lotus blooming high on a snowy peak.
Way beyond just ‘good-looking.’
Zhong Ruo snapped out of her daze just in time to see Bai Jin heading toward a seat in the unobtrusive corner of the office. Yet her mere presence drew everyone’s eyes that way without them even realizing it.
It was her.
Definitely her.
Zhong Ruo couldn’t say where the intuition came from, but she was certain of it.
Looks like Lu Huan’s tastes had changed…
A sly smile tugged at Zhong Ruo’s lips.
—
When noon rolled around and it was time for lunch, people started heading out in twos and threes to grab a bite.
Bai Jin was about to leave when someone called out to her from the doorway.
“Want to grab lunch together?”
Bai Jin turned around and met a pair of sparkling, beautiful eyes.
Zhong Ruo was grinning at her with playful mischief.
Moments later, the two of them were seated in a small diner near the company building.
After placing a simple order and handing the menu back to the server, Zhong Ruo propped her chin on her hand and studied Bai Jin intently. Her gaze roamed over those stunning features, a enigmatic amusement flickering in her eyes.
Bai Jin didn’t react much to the unwavering stare. She simply took a sip of her tea.
Just as Zhong Ruo opened her mouth to speak, Bai Jin’s phone lit up on the table beside her with a new message notification.
Before she could even pick it up, two more WeChat alerts popped up in quick succession. Someone was clearly bombarding her with texts.
Zhong Ruo’s attention shifted there, and she raised a single brow. “Is that Lu Huan?”
Bai Jin pocketed her phone and lifted her eyes to meet Zhong Ruo’s, her gaze as cold as chips of ice.
It really was her. How interesting!
Zhong Ruo cleared her throat, tamping down the thrill bubbling inside her. She waved a hand dismissively. “No need to look at me like I’m the enemy. I already know all about you two. Lu Huan thought she could keep it from me? As if. Does she even know who I am?”
Bai Jin said nothing, just regarded her coolly. The hostility in her eyes eased somewhat.
“So, what do you want?”
Zhong Ruo grinned. “I’m not here to make trouble. Loosen up. I’ve known Lu Huan forever—we’re all friends here.”
“I just… well, you know Lu Huan. She keeps everything bottled up. And I’m the nosy type, so—”
She couldn’t hold back her laughter anymore and dropped the pretense entirely.
“What happened between you two? Spill it!”
She wanted every detail: when they’d met, their first hand-holding moment, their first kiss, and who topped who!!
But Bai Jin didn’t take the bait. She lightly twirled her chopsticks and replied evenly, “Are you really her friend?”
“How do I prove it?”
Zhong Ruo fell right into the trap. “Let me think… How about I show you some photos of us?”
She scrolled through her phone’s gallery and turned the screen toward Bai Jin.
The image was taken in dim, hazy purple lighting with the front camera. In the back, two girls flashed peace signs at the lens. Lu Huan lounged farthest away, one leg crossed over the other, leaning back against the sofa as she stared down at her own phone, ignoring the photo op entirely.
The light carved her profile into sharp, striking relief.
“She hates photos and never looks at the camera, but hey, that face of hers carries it. Good enough, right?” To make her point, Zhong Ruo swiped to a couple more shots.
Bai Jin glanced at them impassively, her mind piecing together an image of Lu Huan’s off-duty life from the scenes.
Wondering what she was like with the other side of herself.
“She’s got the looks, alright. Can’t take a bad photo if she tried,” Zhong Ruo remarked as she kept swiping.
She paused when Bai Jin suddenly reached out to halt her wrist.
“Hold on.”
“Hm?” Zhong Ruo stopped on that photo, puzzled.
Bai Jin took a close look.
It was a bar shot.
Her eyes swept over Lu Huan’s face before landing on the girl beside her. That girl held a drink, perched right next to Lu Huan, smiling so brightly her eyes curved into crescents—like they were deep in cheerful conversation.
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