‘It is good that Professor Song is working overtime.’

Lu Xing got out of the car at the address Song Junzhu had left.

The average price of a house in this complex was six figures per square meter, and the security facilities were ridiculously over-the-top. He certainly could not get in on his own.

He sent a message to Professor Song, but there was no reply for a long time.

‘So hardworking.’

Even though Lu Xing often said that Song Junzhu was a bit “sick in the head,” he had to admit she had real substance.

But this was also good.

Imagine Professor Song, exhausted from work, coming home listlessly only to find someone obediently waiting for her at the door.

Mm, that meeting scene would be quite good.

Lu Xing was just about to look around for a place to sit when he saw one of the uniformed guards walking toward him. Thinking the guard was worried he was a suspicious outsider, he began to explain.

“Hello, I am waiting for someone. I am not trying to…”

“Excuse me, is your surname Lu?”

Lu Xing was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.

“Yes, my name is Lu Xing.”

“Then there is no mistake.” The guard offered a friendly smile.

“Mr. Lu, Miss Song has already informed us. If you come, you can go straight in.”

Lu Xing chuckled.

He knew it! Song Junzhu was definitely waiting for him!

If you want to know if a person wants something, do not listen to what they say; look at what they do.

Case 1:

Before, when Lu Xing was having lunch with Little Goldie in the piano room, she would always get tired of eating private kitchen food. She would take the initiative to “attack.”

Xia Yeshuang: “Lu Xing, is there anything else you want to eat?”

Lu Xing: “Hot pot?”

Xia Yeshuang: “You want to eat hot pot?”

Lu Xing: “Barbecue then.”

Xia Yeshuang: “You want to eat barbecue?”

Lu Xing: “…Seafood.”

Xia Yeshuang: “Okay! Let’s go!”

Case 2:

Even a little brat like Nannan followed this principle. When Lu Xing was eating, she would run over and ask in a milky voice: “Daddy, what are you eating?” She didn’t say she wanted a bite, but the intent was clear.

Case 3:

It is exactly what Professor Song is doing now!

If she did not want him to come, why would she leave her address before she left? Why inform the guard in advance?

Since Lu Xing was in this line of work, he had to constantly interpret why the client said one thing but did another.

“Sigh, no wonder my reading comprehension is getting better and better.”

Lu Xing entered the residential complex and let out a long sigh. He had been doing “reading comprehension” his entire life. Following the guard’s directions, he walked to Professor Song’s building.

(TL: A common joke in Chinese web novels where the protagonist must over-analyze the “hidden meanings” behind a woman’s indirect words or actions.)

As night fell, he looked up.

“Wait, something is wrong.”

The lights in Professor Song’s house were already on. Then why hadn’t she replied to his message?

Holy crap! She didn’t faint from period pain, did she?

Lu Xing panicked and hurried upstairs. Before he started this job, he only knew what was in the biology books. Later, he specifically studied female physiology. He knew a cycle wasn’t like an alarm clock; it could be moved by stress or work pressure.

According to his observations, someone like Auntie Wen, with her stable routine, didn’t suffer much. But Professor Song lived an extremely irregular life, often forgetting to eat or sleep. Her situation was likely quite bad.

He reached her floor, took a deep breath, and rang the doorbell.

He glanced at the entrance. There was a pair of men’s leather shoes and a pair of women’s high heels.

‘Oh, she has a visitor. She hasn’t fainted.’

Phew—

Lu Xing let out a long sigh of relief, leaning against the wall as his legs almost gave out. Say what you will, but a professional “simp’s” first rule is to protect the client’s safety. Thankfully, she was okay.

Click.

The door opened. The man who opened it was well-dressed in a suit—likely the owner of the leather shoes. However, his mood was clearly dark. He asked gruffly:

“What do you want?”

“Hello.” Lu Xing wasn’t bothered by the attitude.

He showed the meal in his hand. “I am delivering a meal to Professor Song.”

He assumed this was a friend. Since he didn’t know if she had told her friends about him, he didn’t state his identity to avoid making her lose “face.”

“Come in.”

The man, Song Yaozu, was fed up. Seeing Lu Xing about to step in, he shouted:

“What are you doing?!”

He had to take off his shoes and even put on shoe covers just to enter, yet this delivery guy was walking in without them?

Hearing the commotion, two women came out of the living room. Lu Xing glanced at them.

One was Professor Song, her black wavy hair scattered on her shoulders, her face pale and unwell. The other was a middle-aged woman in her fifties, dripping in gold and silver, with features very similar to Song Junzhu.

Lu Xing frowned.

‘Bad luck. I guessed wrong again. This isn’t a friend, this is a family gathering. My timing is terrible!’

Lu Xing turned to leave, but Song Yaozu grabbed his arm.

“What are you running for? Are you unhappy that I said a few words to you? You have sunk to delivering food, yet your temper is still so big. Do you think you are some young master?”

Lu Xing glanced at him.

‘This guy is a bottom-tier loser.’

‘Bro, I gave you face and you don’t want it?’

It would have been more efficient to just say “wear shoe covers” than to curse him out.

Lu Xing hated people who used a minor issue just to vent their emotions. It was clear the man had been snubbed by Song Junzhu and was taking it out on him.

Fine. The meal was already cold anyway.

Lu Xing apologetically stuffed the food into Song Yaozu’s hand, speaking loud enough for Professor Song to hear.

“I am sorry. I didn’t notice I was not clean. I won’t go in then.”

“This is a meal for Professor Song. Eating it while it is hot is good for replenishing qi and blood. No matter how busy you are, you have to eat well. Please take it in for me. Thank you.”

“Get lost!”

Song Yaozu rolled his eyes and pushed the box back. Lu Xing, intentionally or not, didn’t catch it.

Smack.

The box fell to the ground.

Song Yaozu was furious. To be snubbed by Song Junzhu was one thing, but to be snubbed by a delivery guy?

“Are you paralyzed? You can’t even catch something?!”

Thump!

A loud bang followed. Song Junzhu walked to the door with a blank expression and directly kicked Song Yaozu out!

Lu Xing dodged just in time.

“Holy crap!”

Song Yaozu fell face-down, eating dirt. He scrambled up, stunned, checking his nose to see if it was smashed.

“Junzhu! Do not be impulsive!” a panicked woman’s voice called from behind.

Song Yaozu looked back, his aches forgotten. He scrambled away as if he were in an Olympic sprint.

For no other reason than this: Song Junzhu had a knife in her hand all of a sudden.

A real, literal knife.

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