Chapitre 70: Compete

As Ning Qing peeled the apple, she recalled the scene where Lu Shaoming peeled an apple for her mother at the hospital.

The man's delicate and beautiful yet sleek looking hands had peeled the apple gracefully.

As Ning Qing thought of him, she couldn't help but smile. For the past couple weeks, they would text one another every night. He was a man of few words and he wasn't a sweet talker, but she was content with his short replies of "mm" and "okay".

The man was very busy with his work but whenever she texted, he would reliably message her back within three-seconds. That itself was rare to come by. 

"What about peeling an apple makes you smile?" As she was thinking about her husband, she heard a voice of bewilderment.

She lifted her gaze to look at the young man opposite her. The young man was perplexed at her expression; there was doubt and suspicion across his face.