Too Late to Regret, She’s Now With the Big Boss - Chapter 77

Lu Jingchen woke up refreshed and invigorated, his eyes immediately drawn to Ye Qianqian’s delicate features, the single dimple on her cheek, her fair skin tinged with a soft blush. She was breathtakingly beautiful.

Unable to resist, he gently kissed her again and again. He knew Ye Qianqian was a deep sleeper and wouldn’t be disturbed. Unlike him, who, no matter how exhausted, would startle awake at the slightest sound, a habit ingrained since childhood, when his mother would often scold and hit him.

Once he gained the ability to stand on his own, those who once tormented him could only whisper behind his back, calling him a work machine, a madman.

If he hadn’t poured his heart into his work, the Lu Corporation would have gone bankrupt long ago, and he would have been finished.

Though he didn’t care much about his reputation, the constant criticism sometimes made him doubt himself, leaving him irritable and sleepless through the night.

But ever since he and Ye Qianqian registered their marriage, she had assured him he wasn’t sick or crazy. She called him adorable like a puppy at times, and fierce like a wolf at others.

“Only a wife is truly good,” he thought. With her by his side, he ate well, slept soundly, and felt like a normal person again.

Since his wife was so wonderful, he resolved to repay her kindness a thousandfold. There was no time left for sleepless nights or melancholy reflections.

Reluctantly, Lu Jingchen kissed Ye Qianqian’s eyes and brows one last time before getting up. He had to have breakfast and head to the company to lead his team in earning money for his wife.

He left a note: Sleep well, my dear. I’ll have breakfast and go straight to the office. Don’t bring me lunch… I don’t want you to tire yourself. I’ll be back to have dinner with you.

After washing up, he entered the small dining room on the second floor. Today’s breakfast arrangement was different from usual.

He called for Butler Zhang. “Uncle Zhang, where is the new nutritionist? Who prepared this?”

“Yuxin… she… just woke up. The chef put today’s breakfast together himself. Madam’s nutritional porridge is still simmering,” Butler Zhang replied softly.

Lu Jingchen noticed Butler Zhang’s smile lines deepening but had no interest in asking why he seemed so cheerful.

In a good mood, he patiently said, “Make sure the heat is controlled properly. It’s a good thing Madam isn’t awake yet.”

“Is the Third Master upset?” Butler Zhang asked, watching him eagerly.

“Not at all. Qianqian says getting angry drains one’s energy. You may go attend to your duties,” Lu Jingchen replied with a hint of pride.

“Madam is so thoughtful. Please enjoy your meal, Third Master.” Butler Zhang’s expression seemed to plead, Third Master, ask me why I’m so happy.

Lu Jingchen noticed but couldn’t be bothered to inquire. His thoughts were solely on his wife.

“Third Master…” Butler Zhang hesitated, looking at him expectantly.

“Just manage the staff well. There’s no need to report minor household matters to me. For important decisions, consult Madam,” Lu Jingchen said indifferently.

“Understood.” Butler Zhang descended the stairs, glancing back repeatedly, and upon seeing Ding Fan, beamed again. “Ding Fan, let me tell you… Tianyi and Yuxin, last night they…”

“Uncle Zhang, you’ve already told Wen twice. Say it once more, and will you be a grandfather soon?”

“What nonsense are you spouting! Even at the fastest, it would take ten months before, ” Butler Zhang looked up, but Ding Fan had already vanished.

Ye Qianqian slept until the sun was high in the sky before waking naturally. After reading Lu Jingchen’s note and freshening up, she sent him a WeChat message.

While she was eating, Lu Jingchen video-called her on WeChat, multitasking between handling documents and watching her enjoy her meal.

Whenever Ye Qianqian was awake, Lu Jingchen would video-call her every hour.

Then, in the evenings, they would explore new positions together, their time passing sweetly and joyfully.

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In the blink of an eye, the Ye family’s anniversary celebration arrived. Many of Rongcheng’s elite had received invitations from the Ye family.

In previous years, quite a few would not have attended, as the Ye family was not yet worthy of their attention.

But this year was different. The Ye family had spread the word that Third Master Lu would be attending, sparking such interest that tickets to the Ye family’s anniversary celebration became highly sought after.

This time, the Ye family was very strict in screening their guests, fearing that some unrefined attendees might offend Third Master Lu and the other distinguished guests.

Invitations could be bought and sold, but this time, each invitation allowed only one guest, men could bring one female companion, and women could bring one male companion.

Bringing a crowd of friends was not permitted, as allowing multiple guests per invitation would be considered tasteless.

It would also dampen the mood of other guests, infringe on their privacy, and create a negative impression.

In the meticulously decorated banquet hall of the Ye family, the dazzling crystal chandeliers cast a brilliant light, yet no one had the heart to appreciate it.

The exquisite long tables were laden with an array of delicacies and fine wines, but at this moment, they went unnoticed.

Ye Qingyan, dressed meticulously, stood arm in arm with the equally well-dressed Song Yuntao, alongside the Ye father and son, greeting guests at the entrance.

Guests on both the first and second floors craned their necks toward the main entrance, afraid of missing the chance to welcome Third Master Lu.

The Ye family’s homecoming banquet two months ago was still fresh in everyone’s minds, one corporation had even gone bankrupt because of it.

Rumors had it that if not for Third Mother Lu’s kindness, several other companies would have met the same fate, vanishing into the annals of history.

“Dad, why hasn’t my sister arrived yet?” Ye Qingyan asked in a coquettish tone, only to be met with a fierce glare from her father.

Seeing that neither her eldest brother nor Song Yuntao spoke up or even glanced her way, Ye Qingyan stamped her foot in frustration.

Under normal circumstances, the two would not only fuss over her but also join her in cursing Ye Qianqian.

“Second Brother~~ Look at Dad~~ Does he think that now that my sister has latched onto Third Master Lu, he doesn’t need me anymore~~” Ye Qingyan whined, her voice dripping with affectation.

“Yanyan, if you’re tired, you can go inside first. We really can’t afford to offend her anymore,” Second Brother Ye said, his heart still leaning toward Ye Qingyan.

But he also knew that Third Master Lu was not to be trifled with, and he understood Ye Qianqian’s importance to the Ye family.

Though he favored Ye Qingyan, he was powerless to help and dared not join her in cursing Ye Qianqian.

“Third Master Lu’s car has arrived,” a Ye family security guard shouted as he ran. “Third Master Lu and Third Madam Lu are getting out of the car.”

At the commotion, all the guests in the banquet hall eagerly straightened their attire, checking for any imperfections.

Ye Qianqian, arm in arm with Lu Jingchen, arrived precisely on time. Lu Jingchen wore a silver-gray suit, a color he had never dared to try before the age of thirty-one.

In the past, everyone knew he only ever wore black, which was why, at the Ye family’s homecoming banquet, no one had recognized him in his champagne-colored suit.

Ye Qianqian wore a silver-gray gown made of shimmering, sheer fabric, treated with a special technique.

The surface of the fabric displayed a unique metallic sheen, this silver-gray metallic quality interwoven with a pearlescent shimmer.

The gown, from top to bottom, featured rippling pleats as its main design, with fine silver-gray sparkles.

This gave the dress a natural, hazy play of light and shadow. As she moved, the hem swayed, as if she were treading upon a gentle, glowing moonlight.

Third Master Lu leaned down to whisper something to his wife, making Ye Qianqian laugh as she looked up at him. With just a slight lift of the corner of her eye, she exuded endless, captivating charm.

“Third Master Lu is so handsome,” a lady couldn’t help but whisper to the person beside her.

“Third Madam Lu is so beautiful!”

“You two make such a perfect couple. The Matchmaker has been so partial to Jingchen; you must thank him properly,” an elderly man of high status teased with a smile.

“Thank you for the reminder, elder brother. Before thanking the Matchmaker, I must first express my gratitude to Young Master Song,” Lu Jingchen’s deep, magnetic voice made it clear to everyone that he was in high spirits.