Mr. CEO Has a Crush on Me

Chapter 67: Chapter 67: Lips He Just Wants to Bite and Not Let Go

The night at Gu Mansion was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

“I’ve said it before, I don’t meddle in affairs that don’t concern me, so there’s no need for you to tell me why you had to take down those thugs or why Ling Xiaoxue had to be taught a lesson.”

Gu Annan’s room door was ajar, with warm golden light spilling out from the gap.

The clear and pleasant voice coming from inside was all too familiar to Lu Wanwan, and her steps slowed unconsciously.

“Right, I’m not curious.”

“I don’t know. Xu Yuan and I only know each other’s names; I don’t care about other people’s affairs.”

Clutching the cup in her hand tightly, Lu Wanwan realized that this matter wasn’t something Gu Annan had handled.

So what he had said before, that it wasn’t his concern and there was no need to thank him, was meant literally—it genuinely had nothing to do with him.

A vague sense of emptiness swept through her heart.

Her lips curled into a self-mocking smile as she continued downstairs.

She was overthinking it—he had made it clear to her that she was bought with his money; why would he bother with this trivial matter for her sake?

*

“How you deal with it is your business. However, among those men, there’s one called Liu Dahai—I want you to cripple his hands,” Gu Annan said, his voice cold and his pupils filled with a chilling light as he spoke the last few words.

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On the other side of the phone, the voice laced with leisurely teasing responded, “OK, so he’s the one who touched Lu Wanwan, right? By the way, before I come back to the country, Gu Anjin asked me to pass on a message. She won’t return this year, and you should handle her birthday gift. If she doesn’t receive a surprise, you’ll get a surprise for your engagement gift from her.”

“…”

“Oh, Miss Gu’s surprises, tsk tsk,” Shao Zhixing’s voice suddenly bristled with trepidation, “I hope you’re still fortunate enough to enjoy it.”

Gu Annan’s lips twitched, and he responded in a cold, unhurried voice, “If you’re not good at Chinese, don’t misuse idioms.”

At that, he hung up the phone.

He tossed the towel he had wiped over his head to the side, remembering there was a document still in his study.

On leaving the room, he glanced towards the stairs in the periphery, where the lights were bright downstairs, and faint sounds could be heard.

He didn’t enter the study but went downstairs instead.

In the kitchen, a figure was bustling about, occasionally checking a mobile phone.

“Add a proper amount of salt…” Lu Wanwan held her phone in one hand and a spoon in the other.

A proper amount? How much is a proper amount?

Lu Wanwan was a bit frantic, blaming her weak appetite. When drinking water, she had seen the ingredients in the fridge and suddenly felt hungry, but she didn’t want to eat the cold food nor were there any leftovers.

Having been privileged from young, she’d never learned to cook. Although life had been harder after university, she had always eaten in the cafeteria. Her only concept of cooking was watching a dorm mate make noodles in a rice cooker.

Now, out of necessity, she was trying to follow a recipe on her phone, but she didn’t even know how much salt to use. It felt like a true self-inflicted humiliation—good thing nobody knew!

Lu Wanwan added just a pinch with the spoon.

If it’s too bland, it can be fixed; if it’s too salty, the whole pot is ruined. Anyway, she was the only one who would suffer if it tasted terrible.

In a rush, she turned off the heat and was about to look for a bowl and chopsticks when she suddenly caught sight of the tall, slender figure at the kitchen door.

“Gu, Gu, Gu Annan…” Lu Wanwan was startled and stammered, “You, why are you here…”

Gu Annan looked at her with a faint gaze, his eyes fixated on her lips that he always wanted to bite into, now slightly parted in surprise.

He slightly pursed his lips, quickly moved his gaze away, stepped forward, and said with a husky voice, “I’m a bit hungry.”