Bringing the Nation's Husband Home

Qiao Anhao’s abrupt apology sent Lu Jinnian into confusion, and he just continued to look at her.

She lifted her head and looked into his eyes with a bright, teary gaze. ”Lu Jinnian, I’m really sorry for making you wait so long and for things I said that day...”

Qiao Anhao was referring to the words that she had said in his office.

But Lu Jinnian had misunderstood, assuming that she was talking about the text.

His eyes darkened, he beat down on the table aggressively and growled, ”How many times do you need me to tell you, I don’t want to hear about that!”

Qiao Anhao trembled, clearly frightened by his sudden outburst. She didn’t even dare to look at him, hurriedly hanging her head down.

Lu Jinnian’s aggressive act attracted stares from the other patrons, and Qiao Anhao could vaguely hear that they were discussing them. Instinctively, she clenched her fists and hung her head lower.

A pressuring force continuously emitted from Lu Jinnian, and his chest was rising up and down furiously. Qiao Anhao was afraid that he would turn and leave just like before.

Ignoring the fear deep in her heart, she reached out to grab his sleeve.

Lu Jinnian sensed her move. He turned and saw her slender hand tugging at his sleeve, and deep inside, his anger started to fade. After about a minute, he exhaled deeply and passed a pair of chopsticks over to her. ”Eat.”

Qiao Anhao lifted her eyes slightly to study him. When she saw that he no longer had that scary aura, she reached over for the chopsticks, though her other hand still held onto his sleeve tightly. Lowering her head, she started to eat obediently.

Zhao Meng was right - He was indeed unwilling to talk about the past... But she could sense that deep inside he still cared about her. Was Zhao Meng’s suggestion the only solution left?

Qiao Anhao tightened her grip on the chopsticks. When she took in a mouthful of rice, she peaked over at Lu Jinnian. He was staring out the window in a daze.

Qiao Anhao glance around the restaurant. When she saw the drinks located at the vending machine, she bit her lip and turned to Lu Jinnian. ”I want orange juice.”

Lu Jinnian had been staring at Qiao Anhao’s reflection on the window all this while. When he heard her, he turned and stared at her slightly before heading for the vending machine.

Qiao Anhao stared at his back. When she saw him reach for his pocket to grab a new note while scanning the rows of drinks, she bit down on her lip and swiftly fished out the pill box and placed its contents in an empty cup.