After Being Betrayed, I Married a Tycoon in a Flash

Chapter 97: Chapter 97: It’s My Honor to Be the First to Completely Captivate You
 

“Has Ah Chen ever considered settling down with Miss Ye?” An Zhe joked half-seriously. “As Sun Nanjue mentioned, she ticks all the boxes for you and could very well be your True Destiny Girl.”

Sheng Shaochen glanced at An Zhe, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as a profound meaning flashed in his eyes.

“Gossiping isn’t like you.”

“…” An Zhe’s expression changed slightly but soon returned to normal with a small smile, “Perhaps I’ve been spending too much time with Sun Nanjue; I must have caught the bug from him.”

Sheng Shaochen lit a cigarette, took a drag, and exhaled a plume of smoke; his voice, husky from the smoke, started, “We’ve registered our marriage.”

“…” An Zhe was taken aback, his eyes trembling uncontrollably.

Sheng Shaochen glanced at An Zhe and continued, “Secret marriage.”

“It seems that little brat Sun Nanjue has done something reliable for once.” An Zhe’s smile stiffened for a second but quickly returned to normal.

“Indeed.” Sheng Shaochen rarely gave credit to Sun Nanjue.

“Celebrate together tonight?”

“Alright.” Sheng Shaochen nodded.

He flicked the cigarette between his fingers, his brows furrowing ever so slightly.

He hadn’t planned on telling anyone, yet for some unforeseen reason, he felt the urge to introduce Ye Shu as Mrs. Sheng to his closest friend.

That little woman, Ye Shu, really was quite capable, making him break his own rules for her time after time.

When Ye Shu arrived at the Sheng Family’s place, it was already one o’clock.

She was famished, her stomach sticking to her back.

She headed straight for the kitchen, intending to whip up something quick to eat.

As soon as she walked in, she saw a chef waiting at the dining room entrance.

On seeing Ye Shu, the chef immediately took off his hat respectfully and bowed, “Miss Ye, your lunch is ready. Please enjoy.”

Ye Shu stood dumbfounded, staring at the lavish spread of dishes so appetizing that she couldn’t help but swallow hard. Just as she was about to inquire, the chef had already left.

Ye Shu took out her phone and dialed Sheng Shaochen’s number.

It took a while for the call to be answered. Sheng Shaochen’s deep voice came over the line, “What’s up?”

“Mr. Sheng, did you have someone prepare this lunch for me?” Ye Shu’s voice carried a hint of excitement.

“Mmm, how’s the taste?”

“I haven’t eaten yet.” Ye Shu’s face blushed a shade redder, she pursed her lips and glanced sideways at the dishes, knowing without trying that they must taste fantastic.

“Not to your liking?” Sheng Shaochen’s voice on the other end dropped a few degrees colder.

Ye Shu rushed to reply, “No, no, no, I’m just pleasantly surprised. Does Mr. Sheng always have personal chefs come to cook?”

“Mmm.”

“Then, about the dinner you asked me to prepare, could we postpone it? After all, growing up, I’ve only ever prepared porridge and noodles. I’m not good at cooking. Could Mr. Sheng give me a few days to learn? Once I’ve mastered it, I’ll cook for you. I certainly can’t use you as a guinea pig for disastrous dishes, right?”

Ye Shu’s coy laughter sounded.

“To have the honor of your ‘first time’ to myself,” Sheng Shaochen emphasized the words “first time” with a deliberately ambiguous undertone.

Ye Shu’s cheeks burned with embarrassment, and she gave a sheepish smile, “Okay, I’ll do my best. But there’s one thing I’d like to ask Mr. Sheng in advance—after dinner, I want to go see my brother off. Please approve.”

Sheng Shaochen on the phone frowned, “Eat your lunch first, then I’ll answer you.”

“Alright!” Ye Shu ended the call and sat down at the table to start her meal.