Lu Chen still had no definite return date, but his prior blatant announcement of what he intended to do was enough to unsettle Mo Nuan. Her anxiety was no less than that of ancient women being sent to the emperor's bed, and her emotions were extremely complicated.

After work, Mo Nuan had just opened the door when a rich aroma wafted from the kitchen. Her legs moved as if on their own, changing shoes at the entrance and heading straight to the living room. Sure enough, Lu Chen's suitcase was in the living room. The thought that he had come home and started cooking without even unpacking brought a smile...