Chapter 4 He Was Like a Fool in Love

Because she had spent a long time chatting with her grandmother and couldn’t bear to leave, it was already dark by the time she returned to Hufu Villa.

As soon as she stepped out of the car, she was enveloped in a firm embrace. “Why didn’t you answer your phone? Do you have any idea how worried I was?”

His voice trembled in anxiety and fear, raw emotion bursting forth and striking her heart with sudden force.

The feeling was so familiar, almost achingly so.

She clung to him tightly, responding, “I didn’t hear it. I’m sorry.”

Luo Minglang gently released her, gazing at her weary face as he kissed her forehead. It seemed that her simple apology had swept away all his irritation about her disappearance. “Don’t do this again. Next time, don’t set your phone to silent when you go out. Remember, you’re no longer that impulsive little girl. You have a family now.”

He lifted her chin tenderly, his eyes clear and deep, filled with affection. Around them, the butler, bodyguards, and servants—a dozen or so people—stood watching their master and mistress share their love. Zhang Guoguo felt somewhat out of place in their presence.

“I understand. I’ll be more careful from now on.” She smiled, took his hand, and was about to head upstairs when he pulled her back into his arms. “You haven’t eaten, have you? Come on, let’s have dinner before going up, alright?”

“I’m not hungry.”

“I am. Will you keep me company?”

She had intended to refuse, but remembering who she was—Zhang Guoguo—she accepted.

A simple acceptance brought a radiant happiness to his face, surprising her. Even Madam Liu, the butler, looked delighted.

What was happening here?

Wasn’t this how normal married couples interacted?

As soon as they sat at the dining table, the servants began to bring out the dishes—eight courses and a soup for just two people. It was extravagant.

“Could we have fewer dishes next time? There’s no way the two of us can finish all this.”

“Alright. Just tell me what you’d like to eat, and I’ll have the kitchen make it for you, okay?”

“Mm.”

Luo Minglang ladled some tomato and egg stir-fry into her bowl. At the sight of the eggs, Zhang Guoguo frowned.

“What’s wrong? Don’t feel like eating it?”

Zhang Guoguo nodded. “I don’t feel like having eggs today.”

“That’s fine. How about some Argentine red shrimp?”

He peeled the shrimp for her, one after another, placing them in her bowl. He didn’t eat any himself, just watched her eat, smiling foolishly from time to time. Zhang Guoguo accepted it all, eating happily, because she knew this was what her lover hoped for.

Of the ten shrimp, four remained unpeeled. She reached for them, peeled the shells off, and placed two in his bowl. “This is your reward. Thank you for peeling so many shrimp for me.”

“Thank you, sweetheart. You’re wonderful. But I’d gladly peel shrimp for you all my life.”

Simple words, silly smiles—he was like a lovesick fool. She could hardly believe this man was the rumored ruthless, cold, and feared Asian tycoon, Luo Minglang.

The sharp, rhythmic sound of high heels echoed through the room.

Zhang Guoguo looked up, drawn by the sound, and saw a seductive woman with long hair, holding a folder and smiling as she approached. Every step was graceful, so captivating that even Zhang Guoguo, herself a woman, couldn’t look away.

She couldn’t help but sigh: this woman was truly beautiful, even surpassing An Ruier.

Luo Minglang’s demeanor shifted at the sound; he put down his chopsticks, visibly displeased.

“How many times do I have to tell you? After work hours, it’s family time.”

The woman looked crestfallen, lowering her head as she placed the folder and pen on the table. “I’m sorry, President Luo. I didn’t mean to interrupt, but this is urgent.”

If Annie hadn’t said the word “urgent,” Luo Minglang wouldn’t have even bothered to look up. “What is it?”

“The New York office’s accounts from last year show serious discrepancies. This is the accountability report the general manager just completed. It needs your signature and immediate fax to the US for personnel changes.”

Luo Minglang flipped through the document, skimming it rapidly, then signed his name and tossed it back to Annie.

“Is there anything else?”

“President Luo, this is a wedding invitation sent by Mr. Gu Yiqiao, President of Locke Group.”