Atlas Studios

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  Zhou Shuang heard Lu Yinan opening the door, and she glanced at him.

  Their eyes met and she froze for a moment. She tightened her grip on the doorknob.

  She pressed her lips and was about to walk away when Lu Yinan spoke. “You’re dressed formally. Are you going to work?”


  It was the seventh day of the new year and most people went back to work.

  He spoke casually with a tinge of coldness and sarcasm.

  His heart was billowing with emotions. The Zhou Shuang that he saw seemed unaffected and cold. It scared him.

  Zhou Shuang nodded and replied, “Yeah.”


  She relinquished her grip on the doorknob and walked to the staircase.

  Lu Yinan closely trailed after her, and he wanted to grab her arm—but he just couldn’t do it.

  It wasn’t that he was scared, but rather, he couldn’t cast his pride aside. He felt that he couldn’t do that just to appease Zhou Shuang and win her back.

  He definitely developed feelings for her after all these years. Even if it might not be love, it could still be affection for her. So, it was normal for him to miss her.

  Lu Yinan persuaded himself and came to that conclusion. So, he withdrew his outstretched hand.

  He placed his hands into his pockets, resuming his air of refined dignity.

  He wore a pair of soft bedroom slippers, and he trod softly a few steps behind her. He made sure that he maintained a distance behind her when they went down the stairs.

  Zhou Shuang held a handbag with one hand, with the other hand in her pocket. Her footsteps were determined and at ease.

  She didn’t seem reluctant to leave.

  Lu Yinan gazed quietly at her and unconsciously clenched his fists tightly.

  He had been restraining himself ever since he got together with Zhou Shuang. He dug his fingernails into his palms.

  Old Master Lu was playing chess with Jiaojiao, while First Lu and Third Lu sat beside them.

  Third Lu was clueless about chess, so she cheered both of them.

  “Mommy!”


  Third Lu sprinted to both Zhou Shuang and Lu Yinan when she saw them.

  Zhou Shuang strode to the couch with a smile. “It’s so early. Why are all of you so noisy?”


  She hugged Yanyan and stroked her hair.

  She held the girl’s hand and continued walking forward.

  “Great Grandfather is playing chess with Jiaojiao. He lost the game. Jiaojiao is better!” First Lu glanced at Old Master Lu with a look of disdain.

  His great grandfather was over 80 years old. But he lost to a child. Wasn’t that embarrassing?

  That was what he was trying to convey with his expression.

  Zhou Shuang chuckled. “Great Grandfather must have lost on purpose.”


  “I didn’t do that,” Old Master Lu interjected sternly.

  Zhou Shuang realized that Old Master Lu was being serious.

  He suddenly stretched his hand and stroked Jiaojiao’s hair. With a benign and gentle smile, he said, “You are truly a descendant of the Lu family. You possess both courage and wit. You will go far.”


  Jiaojiao smiled at the old man and humbly replied, “Thank you Great Grandfather for teaching me. And you went easy on me. If not, I wouldn’t have won the game.”


  She was so sensible, and her voice was sweet and lovely.

  Chen Anyun came out of the dining room and hastened her footsteps. “Look at this girl! What a sweet-talker she is.”