I just started college and my advisor turned out to be my blind date?

Why isn't your friend coming in?

Shen Qianxue squatted down, picking vegetables, trying not to laugh.

"That's because Uncle Gong scared him."

"I'm genuinely surprised that Jiang Chen didn't run away."

Lu Ming said irritably, placing the selected vegetables on the table to catch the water.

"Hehe...he deserved it!"

Shen Qianxue couldn't help but laugh out loud.

She was the one who went to peek at Jiang Chen just now, and saw Lu Ming and him joking around. She watched intently for a long time.

As Lu Ming stood up, he caught a glimpse of a patch of snow-white skin on the chest of the white dress.

Who set him to auto-aim?

And this was done when the girl was completely off guard.

Lu Ming secretly repented, but then stole another glance.

And there are lace patterns...

Lu Ming felt himself being locked onto by a cold, piercing gaze. It wasn't from the busy Shen Qianxue, but from Mu Wanqiu.

Mu Wanqiu skillfully tossed the wok, and as the flames danced, fine beads of sweat could be seen sliding down her forehead.

Following Mu Wanqiu's skin, it descended onto her swan-like, slender neck.

Lu Ming's Adam's apple bobbed.

It wasn't just because of Mu Wanqiu's beauty, but also because he vaguely saw that if he were really with Mu Wanqiu, she would take such good care of him.

I was deeply moved.

Is it pretty?

Mu Wanqiu gave Lu Ming a rare, disdainful look.

Lu Ming felt a little wronged.

How can you blame him? It's all because this body has too much firepower.

An 18-year-old boy can set a fire to the bed while sleeping!

"There's one more person, so we need to order another dish."

"As the saying goes, a half-grown boy can eat his father out of house and home. I'm really helpless about it."

Lu Ming sighed deliberately.

"Keep talking nonsense. If you're so capable, go out and tell Jiang Chen."

Shen Qianxue giggled again.

She loves to laugh, and her laughter is radiant and sunny.

"The relationship between my son and me cannot be so easily disrupted by your words."

Lu Ming added:

"Except for the honey trap. This unfilial son, he's forgotten his father now that he has a wife!"

Shen Qianxue blinked and asked curiously:

"You said he's good at using honey traps. Birds of a feather flock together, so what about you, my good friend?"

Lu Ming was stunned.

Goodness, they really know how to find fault; they almost got him caught in a trap.

This question really stumped Lu Ming in front of Mu Wanqiu.

He said he's been in the industry for eighteen years and has never had a scandal.

Mu Wanqiu was the first to hold a grudge and write it down in her little notebook.

But if we're talking about talking, who did Lu Ming talk to?

Mu Wanqiu?

Su Manqing?

Either one is a sure way to fail.

"What, you're afraid to say?"

Shen Qianxue pressed on with ill intent.

A slight smile played on her lips, her eyes filled with anticipation.

Who made the aloof and ethereal Wanqiu sister fall for you?

Shen Qianxue was determined to ruin Lu Ming's reputation so that she could take advantage of his weakness!

"What's there to be afraid to say?"

Lu Ming raised an eyebrow and glanced at Mu Wanqiu, who seemed to be cooking seriously but whose ears were actually perked up:

"Mu Wanqiu, you've known me since we were little, so what's your opinion of me?"

Lu Kou Niao Cai isn't stupid; he'll naturally throw this hot potato away.

Mu Wanqiu didn't speak, or even look up, pretending to be focused on cooking.

Shen Qianxue, as if discovering a new continent, exclaimed with delight:

"Sister Wanqiu, you and Lu Ming are childhood sweethearts?"

"Um."

Mu Wanqiu replied with only one word.

"So, does that mean Lu Ming has liked you for a long time?"

"After all, if I were Lu Ming, how could I not like a girl with such outstanding temperament and aloofness like an immortal by my side?"

Shen Qianxue rinsed the vegetable leaves off her hands.

Its eyes blinked incessantly, like butterflies fluttering.

Water dripped from her slender fingers, a scene of breathtaking beauty.

This was the first time Lu Ming had ever seen such beautiful hands in a real person.

"That's not necessarily true."

Lu Ming couldn't help but be stubborn.

To be honest, it was Mu Wanqiu who took the initiative to show him affection back in junior high school!

"When girls are talking, stinky men shouldn't interrupt!"

Shen Qianxue attacked without any hesitation.

Lu Ming pursed his lips, too lazy to argue with her.

Mu Wanqiu poured a plate of stir-fried food into a bowl, wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand, and pondered for a long time.

She looked at the flickering flames, then glanced at Lu Ming out of the corner of her eye:

"Actually, I..."

Shen Qianxue's bright eyes shone with delight as she gently tugged at Mu Wanqiu's trench coat:

"Actually what?"

"Hurry up and tell me, I'm so impatient!"

Mu Wanqiu's pale cheeks, which had been deprived of sunlight for a long time, flushed with a rosy hue, revealing shallow dimples that made Shen Qianxue's heart skip a beat.

She was about to say something when suddenly her hand holding the spatula fell limply to the ground with a clatter.

Lu Ming was also eavesdropping intently.

Hearing the sound, he turned around and took a big step to support Mu Wanqiu.

"Sister Wanqiu, what's wrong?"

Shen Qianxue's face paled slightly as she supported Mu Wanqiu from the other side.

"It's alright, she'll be fine after a while."

Lu Ming did not push Shen Qianxue away, but gently pulled Mu Wanqiu into his arms.

He felt no lust whatsoever, but treated her with the utmost care, as if she were a fragile piece of porcelain.

"vegetable."

Mu Wanqiu's voice was weak.

ALS damages the body, but when the disease strikes, her mind becomes even more focused.

"It's alright, Jiang Chen can cook too, we can't let him eat and drink for free."

Lu Ming said in a deep voice.

"Hey, what time is it? You're still thinking about eating?"

"I know the president of the First Affiliated Hospital of Hangzhou Medical University, so I immediately called an ambulance!"

Shen Qianxue also chimed in from the side.

She moved swiftly, dialing the number immediately, her skill so adept it was almost heartbreaking.

Mu Wanqiu stared intently at Shen Qianxue's phone.

Lu Ming understood and stopped Shen Qianxue:

"She'll be fine, she just needs some time to recover."

"I helped her to the bedroom to lie down for a while, and then I called Jiang Chen in to cook."

Lu Ming's tone was polite but tinged with a hint of aloofness.

Many people have been attracted to Mu Wanqiu's appearance and wanted to get close to her.

But when they happened to see Mu Wanqiu fall ill, they all avoided her as if she were a patient with a contagious disease.

Both Lu Ming and Mu Wanqiu could understand.

This disease has no warning signs before it develops, and once it occurs, the patient is extremely vulnerable to injury.

And those around them are also prone to getting into trouble.

Just as Shen Qianxue was about to speak, she noticed the defensiveness on Lu Ming's face. Mu Wanqiu closed her eyes even more, becoming like an exquisite yet lifeless sculpture.

She ultimately swallowed her words back.

Watching Lu Ming carry Mu Wanqiu out of the kitchen, Shen Qianxue's bright eyes couldn't help but redden, filled with tears.

But you can hear the boy outside shouting: Naruko, you are my real dad!

Shen Qianxue quickly rubbed her eyes and revealed an impeccable, elegant smile.

The kitchen door was pushed open with a bang, and an eighteen-year-old boy excitedly peeked out and looked around.

Upon seeing Shen Qianxue, Jiang Chen stood frozen in place, muttering to himself:

"My God, did I really survive last night...?"

"Is this my last fantasy before I die, after being beaten to death by my parents?"

"Does it really happen that rich heiresses visit ordinary people's homes in real life?"

Shen Qianxue, with her sharp ears, clearly heard Jiang Chen's rambling.

But she had no time to care, and she wasn't even in the mood to laugh.

"Hello, my name is Shen Qianxue, nice to meet you."

Shen Qianxue wiped the water droplets from her hands and said gracefully.

"Jiang Chen..."

Jiang Chen replied instinctively, unsure of what to do with his hands:

"I'm Lu Ming's high school classmate, I live right downstairs, it's very close!"

If Shen Qianxue hadn't been so beautiful that Jiang Chen was practically suffocating, he would have gladly performed a performance to bring Lu Ming down on the spot.

Do not!

It's about taking down Uncle Gong directly!