After the divorce, Mr. Gu spent every day at the crematorium.

Shen Yao was speechless and repeatedly explained that she did not have a boyfriend.

However, everyone in the office looked on in disbelief.

With the 9 a.m. start time fast approaching, Shen Yao could only try to divert everyone's attention.

"Time to work, time to work."

The people in the office are all researchers, so they're not really interested in gossip.

Upon hearing that they were going to work, everyone dressed neatly and entered the laboratory one after another.

After finishing her work at noon, Shen Yao was about to go to the cafeteria for lunch when someone called out, "Professor Shen, your takeout has arrived."

Shen Yao looked bewildered. "I didn't order any takeout."

My colleague pointed to the name on the list and said earnestly, "Professor Shen, this is your name."

Shen Yao walked to the delivery room, which was used for placing takeout orders, with some skepticism. Sure enough, her name was written on the luxurious takeout bag.

The old man at the gatehouse looked at Shen Yao with a smile: "Professor Shen, your boyfriend is really romantic."

As she spoke, she pointed to the flowers on the takeout table, "These are yours too, 99 roses, with sweet words written on them."

Shen Yao followed the old man's hand and saw a large bouquet of exquisite roses.

"He's not my boyfriend, he's just a friend..."

Before Shen Yao could speak, the old man in the gatehouse nodded, "I understand, I understand. You have to test a man a lot."

Shen Yao: "......"

It's hard to explain.

She simply stopped explaining.

After thanking the old man at the gatehouse, I returned to my office with flowers in one hand and a lunchbox in the other.

There wasn't enough room left for the flowers on her table.

Unfortunately, I had no choice but to put the morning flowers on the ground and place the midday flowers on top.

Opening the lunchbox bag, Shen Yao was quite surprised. The exquisite porcelain bowls and tableware didn't seem like takeout; it was as if someone had specially prepared it and sent it to her.

Winter melon and pork rib soup, sweet and sour pork, stir-fried greens, and a plate of sliced ​​fruit.

Shen Yao couldn't help but call Chu Yao.

Chu Yao answered almost instantly.

However, it seems he's filming a movie over there.

I kept hearing the director say things like, "Pay attention to your blocking," and "Pay attention to your facial expressions..."

"Did you send them all?" Shen Yao asked directly, not wanting to waste each other's time.

Chu Yao didn't mince words either, "Yes, do you like it, sister? Does the food suit your taste?"

Shen Yao blurted it out without even thinking.

"do not like."

Chu Yao hurriedly asked, "Why? Is it because you don't like the flowers, or the food isn't good?"

Shen Yao said impatiently, "I don't like any of them. You're disturbing my work."

On the other end of the phone, the director's voice urged them on.

"Chu Yao, get ready to start filming, get ready."

"knew......"

Chu Yao responded to the director with some impatience.

But when he turned to talk to Shen Yao, he became a completely different person.

"Sister, don't be angry, I'll change. Okay?"

Shen Yao: "......"

She wanted to get angry, but the man had already admitted his mistake and said he would change.

She didn't want to be angry, but the way the man spoke to her like he was coaxing a child made her want to yell at him.

After much thought and restraint, Shen Yao comforted herself, telling herself not to argue with a childish boy, ending the internal conflict, and hung up the phone.

The next day, Shen Yao really didn't receive any extravagant roses or fancy lunchboxes.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

Throughout the day, Chu Yao didn't call or text her, which surprised Shen Yao. This big boy really kept his word.

At 7 p.m., she had just parked her car and was almost at her doorstep when she saw a blurry figure standing there in the distance.

Shen Yao is nearsighted, so she squinted slightly and could only roughly make out that it was a man.

As they got closer, they finally saw clearly that it was Chu Yao.

"Sister, you're back. I bought fresh ingredients and will cook for you."

Looking at the ingredients on his bag and remembering his past cooking skills, Shen Yao inexplicably let him into the house.

As soon as he opened the door to his home, Chu Yao entered the kitchen as if he were very familiar with the place, put on an apron, and started cooking.

Shen Yao wanted to say something, but she was too tired in the end, so she slumped on the sofa and let him do whatever he wanted.

Soon, the sound of cold oil being poured into a pan could be heard from the kitchen.

The kitchen sliding door closed, and the noise decreased significantly.

Perhaps she was too tired, she fell asleep without realizing it.

When I woke up again, I was awakened by the sound of Chu Yao pulling out a chair.

"Sister, did I wake you up?"

Chu Yao, wearing an apron, stood by the dining table with a gentle smile.

Those beautiful, emerald-like eyes were gazing at Shen Yao with deep affection.

Shen Yao quickly got up and took a moment to calm herself down.

Her gaze swept across the table, and she saw the sumptuous dinner laid out before her; she could hardly believe her eyes.

"Did you do this?"

Chu Yao shrugged proudly, "Don't you think I'm just a playboy, how could I possibly cook?"

Shen Yao smiled when her thoughts were guessed.

But I didn't feel embarrassed.

"Who told you to present such an unreliable image to the public?"

Chu Yao asked Shen Yao to sit down and thoughtfully served her half a bowl of soup.

"Isn't it said that people in the entertainment industry sell personas? I don't. I'm very real. I'm a womanizer, I'm a domineering actor, and I'm arrogant and rude. All my fans know that. But I haven't done anything against my conscience or against the law."

These words made Shen Yao look at Chu Yao with new respect.

She had always genuinely believed that the young man in front of her was able to get by in the entertainment industry because of his triad father.

Now, setting aside prejudices, we've discovered that this young man's genuine personality has become a breath of fresh air in the entertainment industry.

"I misunderstood you before," Shen Yao apologized, a rare occurrence for her.

Chu Yao pressed his advantage, "To express your apology, shouldn't you let me kiss you?"

Shen Yao abruptly stopped drinking the soup.

The soup in my throat almost made me choke.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

After finally managing to swallow it, I couldn't help but cough a few times.

Chu Yao handed her a tissue, which Shen Yao took and used to wipe the soup stains from the corner of her mouth.

After a while, I finally recovered.

"Chu Yao, can't you be serious for once?"

Finally, I've developed some feelings for this man.

He started showing off again.

Chu Yao felt somewhat aggrieved.

"Sister, you don't know how lucky you are. Someone like me, who is tone-deaf and can't dance at all, still has fans buying tickets to my concerts. They even spend a lot of money, just to watch me from afar. Now, I'm right in front of you. Shouldn't you be excited and happy? Don't you want to touch me?"

"Chu Yao, if you keep talking nonsense, get out of here."

Shen Yao put down her chopsticks, looked at Chu Yao, and her eyes were already filled with anger.

Chu Yao chuckled and served food to Shen Yao, "Good sister, at least let me finish my meal before you leave. After all, I just finished filming and came straight here to cook for you, don't you feel sorry for me?"

The man's voice was pleasant to the ear, yet carried a hint of provocation.