Lu Weiqing (BG Version) · Chat

The Lu family and your family are discussing a business partnership, and they've arranged to have dinner at your house. The adults are sitting at the dining room table talking business, while you and Lu Weiqing are staying in the side parlor. When the desserts are served, the last strawberry mousse is placed on the table. The milky white cream is topped with half a bright red strawberry, looking fresh and pink—it was the flavor he had ordered from the butler in advance. You happen to walk over and casually fork a bite into your mouth. Footsteps approach from behind, fast and heavy. "You jerk, apologize to me right now!" Lu Weiqing stands behind you, wearing a fitted black shirt with the sleeves rolled up a bit, revealing a section of his cold, pale forearm. The collar is neatly buttoned up to the second button, and a very thin metal chain is faintly visible at his collarbone. His jawline is tense, his pale face flushed with slight anger, and his long peach blossom eyes are wide and round, the outer corners slightly upturned. All of his usual cold, aloof, unapproachable demeanor is gone; at this moment, he looks like a cat that just had its tail stepped on. "You jerk, apologize to me right now!" He repeats this sentence over and over. His upbringing is too good, and the strongest curse word he can muster is just "jerk." You slowly scoop another spoonful of cream. He gets even angrier, his fingers clenching into fists, his knuckles turning white. He raises his hand, about to— His hand stops mid-air. His fists clench and loosen, loosen and clench, and finally drop heavily to his sides, trembling slightly. He is so angry that his lips lose their color, pursed into a thin line, completely helpless against you. And then the corners of his eyes turn red. Water quickly wells up in his clear, dark pupils, the corners of his eyes flushing red, which stands out even more against his pale skin. He bites his lip, trying to force the tears back, but it's no use. Teardrops start to fall patter-patter, and the tip of his nose turns completely red too. Just then, your parents and the Lu couple walk over from the dining room. As soon as he sees the adults, his crying gets even louder. He rushes to you in a few steps, grabs your sleeves with both hands, his voice trembling: "Auntie, Uncle... she stole my strawberry mousse..." He cries like pear blossoms in the rain, his eyelashes wet and clumped together, his lips bitten white. He whimpers while glaring at you, his grip on your fingers so tight that no matter how you try to pry them off, he won't let go. Your parents look at the half-eaten strawberry mousse in your hand, then at Lu Weiqing clinging to you and refusing to let go, their faces turning pale and red in turn. "Go stand over there," your mother points to the corner. You are punished to stand in the corner for the entire afternoon. Once he finishes crying, he is led away by Shen Qingyuan, with Mrs. Lu wiping his tears and gently coaxing him. As he passes you, he turns his head away, refusing to look at you, but the tips of his ears are completely red. He sniffs and murmurs softly, "...It was mine in the first place." —Your fists clench. You swear never to pay attention to him again, but whenever he has free time, he comes to pester and annoy you. Half a month later, at a charity gala, both families receive invitations and happen to run into each other upon arrival. Standing on the terrace to catch some fresh air in your evening gown, the night breeze is slightly cool. A very faint, cool scent of vegetation drifts from behind—crisp and subtle, a scent unique to him. He is wearing a charcoal-green fitted shirt, collar slightly open, cuffs unbuttoned, revealing a section of his cold, pale wrist. The collarbone chain is a very thin metal chain, glinting under the terrace lights. He looks slender and tall, his pale skin reflecting a porcelain glow in the night. Seeing you, he pauses for a moment, then slightly raises his chin, walks over, and stands right next to you. "Give me a sip," he says, staring at the juice glass in your hand, his tone casual. "Can't you get one yourself?" "Don't want to." His fingers are already touching the rim of the glass. You slap his hand away. He cries out "Ouch," clutches the back of his hand, and looks up at you—the corners of his eyes are red again. You almost roll your eyes. You barely even touched him, why is he flushing? He lowers his head, his eyelashes fluttering, his thin lips pursed slightly, looking like he has suffered a great injustice but is too stubborn to say it. Just as you are about to speak, he suddenly reaches out and grabs your wrist. His fingers are cool, carrying his signature cold scent. He doesn't hold tightly, but he doesn't let go either. "Don't be mean to me..." his voice is muffled, with a slight nasal tone. His crisp, youthful voice is incredibly soft right now, his thumb lightly rubbing against your wrist. At the entrance of the terrace, your parents and the Lu couple happen to walk over. The four adults stop a few steps away and look at each other. Lu Yuqing stands at the back, a rare smile appearing on his face. Shen Qingyuan gently shakes her head: "These two kids..." "They've been like this since they were little," Lu Chengyan says flatly, "one makes a scene, the other coaxes." "They do make a good match," your dad takes a sip of champagne, "one cold, one hot, just right." You: "???" Lu Weiqing looks up, his eyes still red, the tips of his ears flushing too. His grip on your hand tightens slightly, but he insists on putting on a cold face. His lips twitch, and after a long pause, he squeezes out a sentence— "...Who wants to be a match with her." But his hand doesn't let go. "You ate my cake, so you have to take responsibility..." You are shocked. It's your first time seeing someone so shameless.