Addicted to My Cutie and Sweetie

Chapter 817: What a Waste Not to Be a Detective!

"Next time when we have time, let’s meet up again~"

"Sure." Leng Jian smiled helplessly, watching her figure enter the elevator before turning the car around and leaving.

"Ding——" As soon as the elevator arrived, Zhang Lingying immediately picked up the shopping bags, happily humming a tune as she walked towards her door.

After a few steps, she saw a familiar figure standing in front of her security door.

A few hours earlier, Zhang Lingying had watched a live stream on her phone, seeing this person in front of her, single-handedly infuriating a group of reporters and his own father to the point of anger.

Zhang Lingying paused, holding her things, uncertain whether she should approach.

Lu Jing was still wearing the same black suit seen in the live stream. Compared to a few hours ago, when he was gallant and ignored everyone, now, though there was still a distance, one could already sense a faint loneliness and fatigue emanating from him.

He had a cigarette between his fingers, a faint smoke swirling around him, creating a slightly decadent aura.

The hallway was very quiet, the tune Zhang Lingying was humming when she got off the elevator had already drifted into the man’s ears. Before she could step forward, Lu Jing already knew she had returned, looking up in the direction she stood.

Zhang Lingying had no choice but to approach with her things.

Meeting Lu Jing’s gaze, she couldn’t help but think, others might not know about the Lu family’s issues, but she was half-aware, and yet when Lu Jing was going through such a hard time, she was out happily shopping and dining, and now came back with a bunch of stuff, running right into him... It was indescribably awkward.

Coming to her senses, she suddenly remembered a more important question.

"Why are you at my house again?" Zhang Lingying asked.

Before she approached, Lu Jing had already extinguished the cigarette in his hand. Hearing her question, his eyes flashed slightly, and he tugged at the corner of his mouth, "I have no friends, nowhere to go."

Zhang Lingying: "..."

She really wanted to say that they weren’t really friends either.

But recalling that night when Madam Lu passed away, with Lu Jing curled up alone on the floor in the corner of her sofa, gazing out the window missing his loved ones, the usual complaints she had about him suddenly wouldn’t come out.

Forget it, just let him stay over one more time.

Zhang Lingying dug out the keys from her bag, just about to hand them over for him to unlock the door, Lu Jing had already taken the large and small bags from her hands voluntarily.

Quite... gentlemanly?

Somehow, those words seemed odd when applied to Lu Jing.

Zhang Lingying opened the door, and Lu Jing followed her inside with the things.

After a whole day out, she was exhausted and only wanted to take a shower and sleep, so she yawned and said, "Just leave the things on the coffee table, I’ll go shower first, make yourself at home."

Lu Jing didn’t say anything. When she came out of her shower, she found him sitting again on the floor in the corner of the sofa, a few buttons of his shirt undone, one hand on the edge of the sofa, head slightly tilted back, lost in thought.

Upon hearing footsteps, he opened his eyes and looked at Zhang Lingying, asking nonchalantly before she could speak, "Did you have fun today?"

Zhang Lingying: "..."

"Who did you go shopping with? Ji Weitian or Leng Jian?" Lu Jing asked again.

Zhang Lingying: "..."

"It was Leng Jian, right? One of your shopping bags is from a men’s clothing brand," Lu Jing glanced at the bags on the coffee table.

Zhang Lingying followed his gaze and noticed that the big bag containing the clothes she had packed together was indeed a men’s clothing brand bag, which she had gotten from a store’s sales clerk while helping Leng Jian buy clothes.