"Someone with experience? Miss Jiang has been divorced?"
Lu Yan's words were spoken casually, but they seemed to hit the nail on the head. Jiang Qiwei's face turned pale, and her eyes became more evasive than before. "What are you talking about? How could I..."
Lu Yan's tone was calm as he retorted bluntly, "Weren't those the very things you wanted to do, as you just said, Miss Jiang?"
"Miss Jiang does come from a wealthy family, but I don't think the current Lu Yan needs that."
He didn't need it.
After all, he had already secured the land in Mingcheng.
"Miss Jiang should give up those inappropriate thoughts as soon as possible. She won't want to divorce me, and we won't get divorced."
This was Lu Yan's own thought.
Watching Jiang Qiwei's face turn red and then white, Lu Yan felt bored. He didn't touch the wine on the table at all. He got up, took out his phone to pay the bill, and was about to leave.
It was getting late. Miaomiao should be back from the company soon.
Even after "Ning Anmiao" had left for a while, Jiang Qiwei still didn't move. She sat there grinding her teeth in anger.
That mere Ning Anmiao was actually so sharp - tongued?
The casual mention of "divorced" by "Ning Anmiao" made her tense up, almost revealing her secret.
Could it be that the fact that she got married abroad...
Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
She thought she had blocked the news very well. Even Lu Yan couldn't have found out!
Thinking of the confident way "Ning Anmiao" had dealt with her just now, Jiang Qiwei clenched her fists tightly and bit her charming lower lip. She was filled with indescribable hatred.
How could a child from an ordinary family be so lucky?
Her fingertips curled up and dug deeply into her palm. She already had other ideas in mind.
Ning Anmiao, you don't want a divorce?
I'll definitely make sure you have to get divorced!
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When Lu Yan rushed home, Ning Anmiao wasn't back yet.
After the misunderstanding during the last business negotiation, to avoid further losses, Lu Yan had asked Ning Anmiao to only handle the ongoing projects in the company during the day. As for the new tasks, she was to bring them home at night for him to complete.
Maybe there were more files to deal with recently, so she was delayed for a while.
He stood in the empty living room and always felt that the home lacked the warmth it used to have.
"What can you bring to him? A clean and tidy house, hot meals, and water at just the right temperature..."
These were all seemingly ordinary things, but they came together to form a warm home.
Since their souls had swapped, the house had always been cleaned by the maid; Ning Anmiao was no longer as enthusiastic about cooking as before; and the water in the bathroom was always cold...
Lu Yan lowered his eyes, his eyelashes drooping.
He suddenly realized that it was time for him to make some changes.
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In the evening, Ning Anmiao dragged her tired body home.
On the way, she couldn't help but sigh. Lu Yan had managed to build Xinghe Capital to its current scale. His dedication, hard work, and outstanding talent were unparalleled.
It was indeed right for him to be the head of the Lu family.
When she entered the house tiredly, what she smelled wasn't the usual meal cooked by the maid, but a faint smell of something burning. It wasn't pleasant.
She suddenly sensed something was wrong. Without even taking off her coat, she rushed into the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Lu Yan was holding a spatula, staring seriously at the things in the pot. He didn't look like he was cooking; he looked more like he was doing an experiment.
"What are you doing...?" Ning Anmiao couldn't believe her eyes and walked over to look at the things in the pot.
It was a black mess. You couldn't tell the original color of the ingredients.
"Are you making... a hodgepodge?" Ning Anmiao asked tentatively. Seeing Lu Yan's face getting darker and darker, she almost couldn't hold back her laughter.
It was hard for Lu Yan to admit that he was actually trying to make braised pork.
The steps in the recipe didn't seem that complicated, but why was it so difficult to actually do it?
Lu Yan felt a deep sense of frustration.
Just a while ago, Ning Anmiao was still sighing on the way that Lu Yan was omnipotent.
It seemed that she had to revise that statement.
Lu Yan was omnipotent, but -
cooking was an exception.
"Alright, alright. You go out and wait for me." Ning Anmiao smiled and pushed him out of the kitchen. She tied on the apron again. "It'll be ready soon."
Thirty minutes later.
A plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, a plate of stir - fried lettuce with oyster sauce, and a small bowl of vegetable and fruit soup were placed on the dining table.
Ning Anmiao pursed her lips. As she took off the apron, she said, "I was a bit rushed for time, so I just made something simple. Just make do with it."
Lu Yan looked up. Looking at the dishes she had made in less than an hour, his eyes were a bit moist.
These things that were usually so ordinary were actually so complicated.
And most importantly, Miaomiao could do them so effortlessly and perfectly.
"Miaomiao, thank you."
Lu Yan's voice was soft, and his throat was a bit choked. "You've worked hard all day and still came back to cook for me..."
He didn't know what else to say.
Originally, he had wanted to cook a meal himself to touch Miaomiao and also talk about his innermost feelings.
But now it seemed that he had just made a mess of things.
"Eat while it's hot." Ning Anmiao sat at the dining table. Seeing that Lu Yan hadn't picked up his chopsticks for a long time, she thought he was dissatisfied. "It's not some delicious delicacy, but it can fill your stomach."
Lu Yan shook his head and a smile curved his lips. "Everything you make is delicious. Mrs. Lu won't let me down no matter what she does."
Hearing his address, Ning Anmiao was suddenly stunned.
Mrs. Lu?
"I won't be for long. Hurry up and eat." Her voice was calm and indifferent. "Weren't you hungry? Now that I've made the meal for you, why are you still talking so much?"
Originally, Lu Yan was still immersed in the happiness of Miaomiao cooking for him. Hearing her words, he almost didn't react.
"Miaomiao, do we really have to get divorced?" Lu Yan's face darkened. "I know I was wrong. Can you give me a chance?"
He closed his eyes and calmly said, "We still have a lot of time to fix things. Don't be so decisive about getting divorced."
Hearing this, Ning Anmiao didn't answer immediately. She just slowly took a sip of the soup and then said deliberately slowly, "Wasn't it you, Mr. Lu, who first proposed the divorce?"
Lu Yan was silent for two seconds. His breathing became heavy. He wanted to refute, but he couldn't find any words.
Yes, wasn't it him who had casually agreed to the divorce at that time?
He opened his mouth, wanting to explain his thoughts at that time. But when he saw the mocking look in Ning Anmiao's half - smiling eyes, he closed his mouth.
What could he say? That he really got divorced for her own good?
That he wanted to divorce her and set her free so that she could live a happier life?