1797 Young Master Lu is Busy Courting His Wife Part Seven

Then he crudely asked, “Is that little la.s.s glad that she hasn’t accepted me?”

Definitely. That la.s.s had been displeased with him because of Zhou Shuang. She’d definitely tell her bad things about him.

Hoping that Zhou Shuang wouldn’t forgive him so easily.

“Indeed. She’s ecstatic and is cheering Zhou Shuang on,” Ming Ansheng replied without hesitation.

Lu Yinan was speechless…

He gritted his teeth and ended the call immediately. The lift arrived and he entered.

…

Zhou Shuang couldn’t fall asleep, and she couldn’t find her phone. She tossed around in the bed before sitting up and walking out of the room.

Lu Yinan had gone out and she was alone at home. The silence was suffocating her. She was wearing soft slippers and she intentionally walked lightly so she wouldn’t make a sound.

She was bafflingly nervous. It wasn’t the first time she was here, but everything felt new. She was curious about everything but was afraid that the owner of the house would find out.

It sent her heart racing.

Zhou Shuang walked to the open-concept kitchen. It wasn’t huge but was well-designed. Lu Yinan had just cooked so there were obvious splotches of oil on the stove.

The few bowls that Lu Yinan washed were still placed there. He didn’t keep them.

He hung his ap.r.o.n over the tap. It was messy.

He wasn’t househusband material. Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, the only heir of the family, pampered from young…

She knew all this about him. She was clear about what kind of person he was. But she still had expectations of him.

She wanted him to care for her and change for her.

Aish. She had created unnecessary trouble and agony for herself and wasted five years in the process.

She shook her head and rid her mind of her thoughts. She raised her head and walked towards the balcony.

There was a small corner on the balcony, akin to a small study room. There was a small shelf and a table for his laptop. It was neat and tidy and it looked comfortable.

She slowly walked over and scanned the entire balcony. Her gaze landed on the laptop on the table.

After some hesitation, she made up her mind and opened the laptop.

She shouldn’t be able to leave the house today, or for the next few days, probably. She’d better ask Xuxu to send some clothes over.

She turned on the laptop and was stuck when she was prompted for the pa.s.sword.

She frowned and stared at the screen. She racked her brain with what his pa.s.sword could be.

His birthday?

Zhou Shuang keyed it in but a pop-up showed that it was incorrect.

It wasn’t his birthday? Then what could it be?

Her head ached.

Could it be… the children’s birthdays?

Zhou Shuang keyed in the kids’ birthday, but it was still incorrect. She became frustrated. What could it be?

What secrets did he hide in that laptop? He had a pa.s.sword for it and it was so complicated.

Her pa.s.swords were usually 123456 or birthday of someone important. Or else she might forget it.

Zhou Shuang keyed in the birthdays of his mother and grandfather. They had been staying in the same house for five years, so she knew all the birthdays of everyone in the house.

But all the pa.s.swords were wrong. She became increasingly frustrated, and so she smashed her hand on the keyboard heavily, almost breaking it.