He did not dwell on the second part of her statement; he knew that. But what...? She already trusted Yun Jifeng that much? He really had to act fast.

"I'll be on my way now." he said as he looked at his watch.

She pouted and looked sad...

"What's wrong, you want to come with me?" he asked gently as he rubbed her head.

"My kiss!" she whined.

"Oh.." he kissed her and only then was he allowed to go.

....

"Little Wan, is something wrong today?" Elder Qian asked. After being master and disciple for a while, he had begun to treat her like he would treat his granddaughter and started adressing her fondly as "Little Wan".

Today, he had given her a task of coming up with an outfit that people who don't like dresses could wear to a banquet. It was a very important task, yet he saw the young lady's mind was preoccupied with other things.

Not only that, his decades of experience let him see that every stroke she made on that sheet of paper was filled with sadness and bitterness.

"Little Wan?" he waved his wrinkled hand in front of her face when he noticed she didn't hear him.

She snapped back. "Grandfather Qian?"

He became even more concerned. "Little Wan, are you having trouble somewhere? Is Lu Aotian, that punk, bothering you?"

"Of course not Grandfather Qian, I'm alright. Aotian would never do anything to make me feel troubled."

The old man's face turned dark when he heard her. "Little Wan, you don't have to speak up for him. If he bullies you then let me know. I'll teach him a good lesson."

"Thanks Grandfather Qian." she smiled.

"Do you need a day off today?" he asked her. "If you have unsettled issues on your mind, you will not be able to concentrate on anything else. Why don't you take a day off and settle your problems with that punk?" He still believed she was having trouble with Lu Aotian.

Wan Jia thought about what he had just said. Yes, he was right. If she had issues on her mind, how could she come up with anything? Peace of mind was one very important thing for her to be able to design anything. She tended to always reciprocate her feelings on paper.

"Then, I won't be too polite, Grandfather Qian." she smiled and packed her stationery.

"Should I call that rascal to pick you up?" he asked, referring to Lu Aotian.

"Thank you Grandfather Qian, but the chauffeur shouldn't be far away."

On the way, Wan Jia couldn't help but feel happy. Her lucky streak was quite unlimited lately. She was finally engaged to her beloved, her relationship with her father-in-law was getting better by the day, she had met Sis Lihua and now even her mentor, Grandfather Qian, was becoming kinder by the day. What good luck! She must have done tons of good deeds in her past life.

As some people say, whenever life is too peaceful, something bad was bound to come lurking.

Wan Jia did not have the slightest idea that her bad luck was already on its way.

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At the Lu Enterprise building.

Lu Shaoting dropped by to remind his brother to eat as per his sister-in-law's instructions.

Well, the actual truth was that he was hoping to leech on his brother's bento. Wan Jia had sent him a message in the morning, telling him that she was giving his brother a bento; he should remind him to eat at lunch time.

He knew how warm hearted his sister-in-law was. Obviously she would not only care for her man and forget about him, the messenger.

He was right. The sister-in-law had prepared a big bento box with enough food for both of them.

Actually, Lu Aotian did not need any reminder. This meal was of course very special to him. He had proudly placed the bento box at a very conspicuous spot on his desk so that every one who entered would see it. Did anyone need to ask? Such manenrisms paired with his good mood, it was obvious that the lady boss had prepared it for him. The end result was the unlucky employees complaining that the president was displaying his love too brutally.

When the messenger Lu Shaoting arrived, he excitedly went to warm it and came back ready to eat. However, he had underestimated his brother's wickedness.

The man ate on his own and disregarded his little brother who only had his own drool to swallow. When he complained about it, he was mercilessly told to find a wife to give him packed lunch.

It was such a rare occassion for Lu Aotian to be cooked for by his wife, much less to be given packed lunch. How could he let it off? He savored the meal as if it was something very sacred and even looked like he wanted to spare some to be kept as a treasure.

Lu Shaoting could only watch his wicked brother bitterly.

It was one thing to eat under his younger brother's jealously drooling gaze. Did he also have to finish every single thing and even describe how delicious the meal was?

How vicious! He had not even let a single piece of onion off. Lu Shaoting really wanted to cry. How could his brother do this? Were they even brothers?

Only the last strand of brotherly love left for the fuming Lu Shaoting let him order him a meal from the best restaurant around.

Still, it was not the same!

Hey, sob, sob, where was his phone? He wanted to complain to his sister-in-law!