My CEO Husband Has Some Issues

Chapter 877: Chapter 877: A Cup Equals a Lifetime

Rong Yan was in a very good mood after making a profit, pondering, she said, “Originally, I planned to treat you to an expensive lunch, but you insisted on eating hot and sour noodles, saving me a lot of money. How about this, since we’ll still have time after eating, why don’t we go to the nearby mall? I’ll buy you something as a reward for your splendid performance just now. What gift would you like?”

Li Shengxiao raised an eyebrow, his hawk-like eyes focusing on her. Her reflection imprinted in his obsidian-like pupils, as if he could only see her, “What do you want to give me?”

“It depends on what you want,” she replied by way of an example, “Like if I wanted to give you a cup, you wouldn’t really use it, right?”

Li Shengxiao’s lips quirked up, seemingly amused by a thought, “That’s not bad.” He recalled Cui Jiangjing mentioning that there was a time when it was popular among young girls to give cups as gifts, supposedly because the word ‘cup’ sounds like ‘a lifetime.’ As a result, his office got stuffed with cups secretly slipped in by junior nurses; he complained that there were enough cups for each of his teeth to have its own rinse cup.

A lifetime from Yanyan… Li Shengxiao’s gaze softened.

Rong Yan, unaware that his thoughts had drifted to Cui Jiangjing, asked, “Anything is fine? You mean a cup? Do you want a cup?”

She had only mentioned it casually, and he actually wanted a cup.

“Here comes the hot and sour noodles, be careful~” Right at that moment, the proprietress came out with two bowls of steaming hot and sour noodles, cheerfully placing them on their table, “There you go, I heated them up extra long for you and added more bean sprouts. Take your time eating, I’ll be inside busy.”

Rong Yan’s attention was diverted, “Okay, thank you, ma’am.”

The proprietress genuinely liked Rong Yan and waved her off immediately when thanked, “Hey, no need to thank me, you’ve already paid me.”

She said smilingly, “Eat slowly, and remember to bring your son next time. It’s on the house for him!”

This was the meeting gift the proprietress insisted on giving Li Duidui the last time, which Rong Yan had agreed to. The proprietress quickly went back to her business inside.

The hot and sour noodle shop was fairly busy at noon, and it wasn’t as noisy as at night. Rong Yan snapped her wooden chopsticks apart and picked up a stickful of noodles, the tantalizing aroma overwhelming her senses. She couldn’t wait and took a big bite, the spicy and sour taste nearly made her swallow her tongue.

After a few satisfying bites, she finally looked up with her mouth burning red and asked, “So, you really want a cup, right?”

“Yes, you asked me what I wanted, and I want a cup,” Li Shengxiao elegantly snapped his wooden chopsticks, his every movement fluid and dignified compared to her carefree eating. It was as though he wasn’t at a roadside spicy noodle stall, but rather seated at a formal dinner in the Palace of Versailles.

Seeing him, Rong Yan felt embarrassed, hardly daring to continue gobbling her food across from him. She slowed down her eating pace, “But cups are cheap, treating you to hot and sour noodles was already inexpensive, buying a cheap cup as a gift would make me feel bad.”

Li Shengxiao tried a spoonful of the fiery red hot and sour noodles. The spice shocked his taste buds; he wasn’t particularly accustomed to it.

He frowned slightly, but as the wave of spiciness subsided, a fragrant flavor lingered between his lips and teeth, smoothing his furrowed brow…

He looked up, glancing sidelong at the young woman opposite him, contentedly picking up another bite of hot and sour noodles, “Who told you it was very cheap?”