When Love Turns the Tables: The Mysterious Husband's Chase-Chapter 698: Mu Ke, Let’s Give It a Try (8)

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Chapter 698: Chapter 698: Mu Ke, Let’s Give It a Try (8)

The night outside had yet to fade, but the kitchen lights were bright. Mu Ke stood at the stove, busy for a long time until the horizon began to whiten and the outside street became noisy. Only then did he finally remove the apron from his body.

Looking at the prepared crystal shrimp dumplings, eggs pancakes, and vegetable porridge, the corners of the man’s mouth unconsciously revealed a faint smile. He packed them in a thermal lunchbox, checked the time, turned around, went back into the room to change clothes, grabbed his car keys, and left.

Perhaps because it was the weekend, the morning traffic was not as congested as usual.

When Mu Ke arrived at Sheng Jiayu’s door, it was not even half-past eight. He swiped his fingerprint and went in. The house was quiet, and the bedroom door was tightly closed. Mu Ke glanced at it for two seconds, then walked to the dining table and set down the thermal lunchbox.

He sat in the living room for about half an hour, yet there was still no sound from the bedroom. But Mu Ke’s phone rang. Seeing the words "Ms. Wang" flashing on the screen, Mu Ke stood up, walked to the balcony, and answered, "Mom."

On the other end of the call, who knew what was said, but Mu Ke’s brows suddenly furrowed, and the next second, he was already out of the balcony, disappearing at the entrance door.

Sheng Jiayu woke up already past ten in the morning. She had some insomnia last night and didn’t sleep well. After grabbing her phone to check the time, she slowly got up, took a shower, and felt refreshed.

Coming out of the bedroom, her eyes caught sight of the familiar thermal lunchbox on the table, and Sheng Jiayu paused in her hair-drying motions.

Mu Ke came by?

She opened the thermal lunchbox. In one, there were crystal shrimp dumplings and egg pancakes, which were not very warm anymore. The other one held vegetable porridge, also not very warm.

When did Mu Ke arrive? Did he come early in the morning to bring her breakfast and then leave?

Sheng Jiayu took the food out, put it in a bowl, and threw it into the microwave. After hesitating for a moment, she dialed Mu Ke’s number.

Phone turned off!

He hadn’t replied to the message she sent him last night. She thought he was mad, but then this morning he ran over to bring her breakfast. What kind of move was this?

Guessing that maybe the hospital suddenly called Mu Ke back, probably for surgery or something, Sheng Jiayu didn’t worry further and took the reheated breakfast out.

The shrimp dumplings were fresh and fragrant, and the egg pancakes were soft. If they were just made, they’d certainly taste even better.

This man, really, he’s so suitable for home life. Even if he weren’t a doctor, becoming a chef wouldn’t be a bad livelihood for him.

Sheng Jiayu had scheduled a meeting and lunch with someone today. Even though she knew she’d be eating again soon, for some reason, Sheng Jiayu finished all the food Mu Ke brought, leaving nothing behind.

Mu Ke must have made portions for two, and although Sheng Jiayu was full, she felt an indescribable satisfaction in her heart.

After wrapping up the meeting, Sheng Jiayu received a call from Sheng Jianan, saying he needed to see her about something and asked her to come to the Shengshi Group.

On the way, Sheng Jiayu called Mu Ke again. This time it went through, but still, no one answered.

Sheng Jiayu owns five percent of Shengshi Group’s shares. She rarely goes to Shengshi, but she makes it a point to visit when it’s time for the year-end dividends.

Her identity at Shengshi is no secret. She directly went to the top floor. Sheng Jianan was looking for her because of the shares issue; she paid little attention to these matters, so whatever Sheng Jianan did, she would follow suit.

After signing in the designated places, Sheng Jianan suddenly said, "You seem to be looking a lot better recently."

Sheng Jiayu’s hand holding the pen paused. She looked up, a trace of a smile in her eyes, "Really?"

"Isn’t it?"

"Then I guess it is."