<h4>Chapter 356: A Mysterious Organization III</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>EndlessFantasy Trantion <strong>Editor: </strong>EndlessFantasy Trantion


    “It’s okay. I’m rich and I don’t need a wife,” replied Lu Bai as he took out the their dinner of pork livers and fish tonight.


    “Tsk.” Wen He clicked her tongue as she leaned against the door frame, surveying the busy man dicing and dumping meat into the pot, “You’re the sole heir to the Lu family. Are you telling me that you’ll be thest descendant to your family? Oh wait. I forgot. You’re a home-hogger. How would you even get a wife of your own? How do you even get girls? Be honest with me, am I the very first woman you spoke within these 8 months?”


    “No.”


    “The chatty housewives at the supermarket don’t count, darling.”


    “Well, the supermarket doesn’t only contain chatty housewives. There are other people, like a young and beautiful girl—thedy living downstairs for example. She has a bright smile.”


    <i>Oh? Lady downstairs?</i>


    Wen He raised her brows and pondered before leaving the room. The curiosity drove her all the way down to the only door on Level 4. She heard footsteps stampeding towards the door after the doorbell buzzed.


    <i>Now let me see who got our Lu Bai’s heart.</i>


    “Yes? Is there anything?” Said a middle-aged woman, about twice her size, talking at the top of her lungs.


    “SORRY! WRONG HOUSE!” Wen He turned away but she held her steps immediately.


    <i>Wait a second, Wen He. That woman looks old enough to have a daughter about Lu Bai’s age. Maybe she has one.</i>


    “HOLD IT!” She barged in and grabbed the woman’s hand at the door, “Do you happen to have a daughter, ma’am? The prettier one.”


    “Excuse me, I’m not that old. I’m only 30 this year and I only have one child and it’s a boy. Go somewhere else for a scam, phony!” The door was mmed shut. Luckily Wen He withdrew her hand from the mouse trap quickly enough.


    Please don’t tell me it’s this wicked, old—Brrrrr...


    ” <i>She has a bright smile </i>.” Lu Bai’s voice echoed.


    <i>Bright smile.</i>


    She could not help but shudder at the nightmarish imagery in her mind.


    Wen He bent down and grabbed the handle by the stairs, “Boss, I’m so sorry. I should have looked after Bai as much as possible. Now he’s on the twisted path...” She literally felt like jumping off the stairs, “Did he pick up that—’ssy’ taste from you, boss?” Mumbled, she tugged her broken body and broken heart back to the kitchen. Her soulless eyes reflected the silhouette of a diligent little chef by the sink.


    “Dude, what makes you love that dy’ downstairs?” Somehow she could no longer feel the pain on her arm. It was the agony—AGONY that was more painful in her heart.


    “Well, her face is pretty. Her smile’s pretty. Her body’s pretty too. She’s kind and gentle too. She helped me a few times,” said Lu Bai without hesitation.


    “Well—as long as you’re happy with that...” Wen He’s cheek twitched, still in disbelief on the fact that Bai had gone for a mature married woman. That woman even had a son! Wen He prayed to the boss and heaven that this little boy would not be a family breaker.


    She could not advise him to stop. He was a hard nut to crack after all.


    He probably would onlyply the moment she knocked him out and dragged him out of the scene, like the time before—He probably would have been gone forever if she did not do that.


    He was seriously like a bull!


    “Achoo!” That was the fourth sneeze Lu Zhaoyang made during dinner, that she started wondering if she was actually allergic to the herbs she bought for dinner.


    Back to the wounded woman and young boy at Level 5, “Come on. You’re a man! Eat up! Eat more!” Wen He was urging the boy to stop eating like a kitten.


    “If Boss knows his precious son is skinnier than a rail. He probably woulde for me from his grave.”


    Lu Bai passed a nce, “Sounds great. I’ll make sure he won’t go back the moment he got out of the grave.”


    “We are having these dishes merely because of you. You need more blood.” He frowned as he stared at the pile of dark crimson slices on the te, “I never liked pork livers.”


    “Huh?” She was bewildered, “I don’t remember our boy was a picky eater.”


    “Well now he is,” said Lu Bai with his eyes gawked at her, “Looks like you arepletely revitalized. Well then, you can leave the house after this. The door’s over there. Have a good night.”