บท 285: An ex-husband's regret

In the time it took Wang Lu to get from the study to the front door, the ringing doorbell had turned from a mild nuisance to a raging headache.

Wang Lu opened the front door and glared at everything in his path, the sun, the grass, the birds flitting through the air, and especially the smiling postman with a package in his hands. It was too early in his opinion to be smiling that much and genuinely.

"The Lu's mansion?" Came the gentle inquiry from the postman who had dimmed the wattage of his smile

"Yes," his voice was hoarse, roughened by lack of sleep and a serious hangover.

"I have a package for you," the postman answered before thrusting a clipboard at him "please sign here"

Wang Lu grabbed the clipboard and sprawled almost illegibly across its surface before passing it back, the postman quickly replaced it with a slim but thick package and a murmured, "have a nice day" before backing out of his driveway.