Chapter 3: Little Uncle

Bai Pu felt like crying but had no tears. She awkwardly stood beside Jiang Lin, tightly crossing her legs, and smiled uncomfortably at the group of unfamiliar men staring at her.

"Jiang Lin and Bai Pu are here. Come and sit. We've been waiting for you," said a handsome young man who looked about the same age as Jiang Lin.

Bai Pu recognized this person. His name was Song Li, Jiang Lin's college classmate. He was supposed to come to work here with Jiang Lin after graduation, but Jiang Lin stood him up, so he came alone. It was said that he was doing quite well for himself.

Song Li pulled them to their seats, and as Bai Pu's gaze swept across the table, it froze when it met a pair of cold, dark eyes.

However, the person quickly raised an eyebrow upon seeing her and averted his gaze.

Jiang Lin apologized to everyone, "Sorry for the delay. We had some issues on the way. Thank you all for waiting. I'll drink three cups as a self-punishment later."

Everyone laughed and said it was alright.

After taking their seats, she realized that Lu Zhaohe was sitting on her right side. She could clearly smell his refreshing male scent mixed with the faint aroma of the Tibetan cigarettes he often smoked. The familiar scent easily evoked memories that were not suitable for the current situation.

Song Li poured wine for Jiang Lin and jokingly said, "You had such an early flight, but you arrived so late. Did you manage to have some sweet moments with Bai Pu in the meantime?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Jiang Lin's eyes flickered noticeably. "We got delayed while picking up the luggage, and the traffic was congested. It's been a long time since we've seen each other. When can't I have sweet moments with my girlfriend? Why are you in such a hurry to see that?"

"Really?" Song Li half-believed, half-doubted. "The way you two look, it's as if you've fought three hundred rounds. Especially Bai Pu, she can't even walk properly."

Jiang Lin turned his head and finally took a closer look at Bai Pu's legs. Bai Pu tightened the hem of her coat and smiled, "It's just a bit cold."

Feeling the slightly strange gazes, she glanced at Lu Zhaohe, who was picking up his teacup. His gaze had just moved away from between her legs, and he casually took a sip of tea.

She was wrapped in her coat, and others might not notice, but Lu Zhaohe couldn't possibly not know that she was wearing the same few items she had on last night when she knocked on his door.

Bai Pu felt embarrassed and awkward.

Song Li poured wine for Jiang Lin and teased, "You seem to have enjoyed some excessive indulgence, my friend. And your little uncle seems unsatisfied."

Jiang Lin's eyes sparkled with amusement. "My little uncle has been unsatisfied for more than just a day or two. I've never seen him be good to any woman since I was little. If any of you have excellent young women to introduce, please do. My family is getting anxious."

"Hey, Brother Lu, it seems like your nephew doesn't know you well. You better tell him quickly. Your pile of women is taller than Mount Everest," another friend added.

Through the gaps in his teacup, Lu Zhaohe calmly said, "With so many dishes, isn't there a single one that can shut your mouth?!"

Bai Pu pressed her lips together, trying to hold back her laughter.

The feeling of unease and restlessness eased somewhat.

"Isn't that right?" another friend chimed in. "I heard a woman's voice in Brother Lu's room last night. She was moaning loudly. I thought I was having a wet dream. It started around 9 PM and lasted intermittently until 2 or 3 in the morning. It tortured me. I've never felt like the night could be so long."

Bai Pu quietly lowered her head. 9 PM was exactly the time she entered Lu Zhaohe's room.

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