Mr. CEO Has a Crush on Me

Chapter 22: Chapter 22 The Heart ‘Beep’ of a Dog

The servant stood next to Lu Wanwan, and at Gu Annan’s command, unhurriedly pulled out a stool, which was right across from Gu Annan.

The dining table was adorned with exquisite, lavish dishes, and there were also exceptionally fine dining utensils.

Lu Wanwan sat down reluctantly, and the servant immediately withdrew to a distant spot.

The dining room was quiet, and there she sat, hands on her lap, slowly clenching them into fists.

She watched the man opposite, eating breakfast with impeccable manners, not making the slightest sound.

As she watched, she became a bit distracted.

Suddenly, a loud clang of metal.

Gu Annan abruptly set down his fork, looked up with a cold gaze, and said, “If you don’t finish it, I’ll deduct another ten thousand.”

Lu Wanwan’s original posture was one of defiance; she was driven out, not to mention locked in this room, which forced her to sleep on the couch all night.

She had intended to assert herself with pride, to show that from now on, she would have nothing to do with her future brother-in-law.

But the moment he said those words, her indignation dissipated like smoke.

Since their relationship was still clearly that of employer and employee, she had no right to be angry with him.

The hand that had been clenched in a fist immediately relaxed, and she began to eat her breakfast.

But people who sell themselves usually sleep on the soft, large beds of their benefactors.

She sold herself and ended up sleeping on the benefactor’s couch downstairs…

Lu Wanwan became hungrier as she ate; she hadn’t had dinner the previous night and was famished, so she devoured the breakfast in front of her like a whirlwind, yet she still wasn’t full.

Of course, it wasn’t just because she was hungry; she also hadn’t had a breakfast of this quality in many years.

She glanced at the two pieces of beef still remaining on Gu Annan’s plate. It seemed he had no intention of eating them anytime soon, instead watching her eat.

That look almost said outright, “Lu Wanwan, how many days has it been since you’ve eaten?”

But at this point of desperation, she didn’t care about his looks.

She was poor enough to sell herself—was it strange that she wasn’t full?

“Um… are you still going to eat that?” Lu Wanwan shamelessly spoke up, pursing her lips, “When you said to finish, you meant everything on this table, right?”

Gu Annan slightly tugged at the corner of his mouth, and with a light flick of his fingers, he nudged his plate forward a bit.

With just that small gesture, Lu Wanwan immediately understood.

She unapologetically forked over the two pieces of beef.

The servant watching from afar was stunned, their mouth remaining agape for a long time.

Auntie Li, composed, said quietly, “Next time, remember to prepare a bit more for this young lady’s breakfast.”

*

Time ticked by, and Lu Wanwan followed Gu Annan out of the villa.

What if he refused to give her a ride? He was the benefactor, not a driver, after all.

Did she have to walk out of this villa neighborhood to hail a cab? She would definitely be late then.

Although being late wasn’t much compared to nineteen thousand, she hadn’t seen a cent of the nineteen thousand yet.

Gu Annan didn’t speak, still maintaining an attitude that kept people at a distance, as if she were invisible, so Lu Wanwan quietly followed him like a little tail.

She had no idea what she had sold herself into; there was no need to accompany him in sleep or conversation, just breakfast?

Gu Annan entered the garage, walked up to a black two-seater sports car, opened the door, and got in.

Lu Wanwan quickly circled to the passenger side, ready to shamelessly get in, but as the engine roared to life and Gu Annan stepped on the gas, the car sped away.

She stood dumbfounded at the garage entrance, watching the sports car vanish along with its exhaust.

A feeling overtook her, like a dog that had been ‘beeped.’