Ms.CEO Falls in Love with Aloof Professor

Chapter 18 - 18 18 I Stole the Pen

?Chapter 18: Chapter 18: I Stole the Pen Chapter 18: Chapter 18: I Stole the Pen Sheng Xian: “…”

How well she treats herself is none of his business.

He shouldn’t have had a moment of softness, coming back to bring her honey water.

No. He shouldn’t have carried her home. Shouldn’t have gotten out of that cab.

Sheng Xian lifted his hand to grab the collar of her nightgown from behind, pulled her slightly away from himself, and walked away.

Lu Jingyan watched Sheng Xian quickly going downstairs, leaning on the door frame with a pleased smile, “Brother, take it slow on your way back.”

Sheng Xian’s figure had already disappeared around the corner of the stairwell.

Lu Jingyan leaned on the railing, stretching her neck to catch a glimpse of his clothing, “Brother, remember to contact me.”

Only after hearing the door close downstairs did Lu Jingyan slowly straighten up and lazily made her way back to her own bedroom.

She hugged her pillow lazily, leaning toward the headboard, her eyes uncontrollably landing on the bedside table next to her.

The glass with honey water had been taken downstairs by Sheng Xian.

There was water at the bottom of the glass, leaving a circle of not yet dried watermarks on the bedside table.

Lu Jingyan stretched out her fingertips, playing absentmindedly with the water, recalling how he had stood by the bed looking down at her sternly.

He looked particularly like a parent disciplining a child.

To be honest, it was quite scary.

But it didn’t scare her at all.

It even made her a bit happy.

Lu Jingyan remembered how everyone described her, the pampered and capricious miss of the Lu Family, who did whatever she pleased.

She actually didn’t want to be so authoritative.

Her parents were very busy, so busy that ever since she could remember, she rarely saw them at home.

As a child, she didn’t understand and would constantly call them to garner attention, always greeted by either an assistant or a driver on the line, repeatedly hearing “Mr. Lu is in a meeting,” “The lady is busy right now.”

Occasionally when her mother called, she would joyfully answer, but before she could even say “mom,” she would hear “I dialed the wrong number,” or “I was trying to reach your dad.” Sometimes, if the person on the other end was in a good mood, they would ask, “Do you have money?” or “I’ll have my assistant transfer some money to you later.”

At parent-teacher meetings, her parents never showed up, and the teachers never asked. The reason was simple, to save trouble, whenever she enrolled in a school, her parents would donate buildings, funds, and equipment generously.

She had pretended to have stomachaches and mimicked other kids’ reluctance to eat, but none of these acts brought her parents’ attention or scolding.

Whether she was doing well or not, they just didn’t care.

It wasn’t that she wanted to always have her way; she just wanted people to spend a little more time on her.

However, that never happened.

No one ever seemed willing to spend a little extra patience on her.

Except for him.

“Drink it!” Lu Jingyan mimicked Sheng Xian’s stern tone and repeated the words several times, then buried her face in her pillow.

She shouldn’t have just let him go like that.

She should have found a way to keep him a little longer.

Lu Jingyan sighed regretfully, reached into her pocket, and after fumbling for a while, pulled out a voice recorder.

He had been carrying it on him when he carried her home; she had stealthily taken it from his pocket when he wasn’t looking.

Law student. A lawyer by trade.

Lu Jingyan twirled the pen, thinking, this thing must be important to him.

…

Back at home, Sheng Xian took off his jacket and habitually reached into his pocket for his voice recorder.

It was empty.

The voice recorder he was used to feeling every day was gone.

Sheng Xian frowned slightly, patted his pants pocket, and was just about to go out with his phone when it pinged with a message from Lu Jingyan.

Lu Jingyan had sent him a message.

It was a selfie of her, with her eyes curved and head tilted.

He looked at it for two seconds, about to put the phone away, but then another message came in.

Lu Jingyan: “Brother, you left something at my place.”

Sheng Xian paused before realizing the selfie she sent him had his voice recorder in her hand.

Sheng Xian: “…”

Was she showcasing the recorder or herself?

Lu Jingyan: “Brother, how about I bring it to school during your lunch break tomorrow.”

Sheng Xian: “I’ll come to get it.”

Lu Jingyan: “You’re too far from me; I’m having a meeting near your area tomorrow afternoon, I’ll bring it to you.”

Sheng Xian: “That would be a hassle.”

After a moment of silence, Sheng Xian started typing again.

…Tomorrow at noon, let me treat you to lunch as a thank you.

Before he finished typing, another message from Lu Jingyan came in: “It’s no hassle. The pen was stolen by me because I truly wanted to see you.”

Sheng Xian: “…”

Three seconds later, Sheng Xian had deleted the message he typed out, tossed his phone onto the table, and went into the bathroom with his tie pulled open.

Standing under the shower, Sheng Xian thought about what Bo Mu had said to him at the school parking lot at noon.

“I know Lu Jingyan very well, she won’t like you. She just sees you as an object, like something you buy from a store. Once she sees something she likes, she wants it, completely disregarding your feelings. Once she has what she wants, she won’t care anymore,”
“In her eyes, you are no different from those men she has dated before; you are just another one of her toys.”

Just another toy, huh.

Sheng Xian suddenly felt annoyed again.

Even more annoyed than when he saw her barefoot in her bedroom and wanted to take care of her.

What are you annoyed about?

You can’t openly like someone because of your illness.

Isn’t it good that the girl treats you as a toy? At least she won’t get hurt.

Once she’s tired of you, she naturally won’t come looking for you anymore.

What’s there to be annoyed about?

Sheng Xian closed his eyes briefly, stood under the showerhead, and sighed softly.

…

Last night, while drinking and smoking on the roadside, Lu Jingyan didn’t feel very cold.

The next day when she woke up, she regretted her foolish and idiotic behavior from the night before after finding herself with a stuffy nose, headache, and constantly sneezing. After a moment of consciousness and enduring the headache, she got out of bed.

Sick with a cold, Lu Jingyan had little appetite, had just half a bowl of porridge, and then went to work.

With a blocked nose, Lu Jingyan felt lethargic all morning. She originally wanted to deliver a voice recorder to Sheng Xian at lunch, but her cold worsened, not only making it painful to speak but also starting to give her a slight fever.

…

At noon, before the teaching assistant went to lunch, he naturally sat at his desk looking at some materials. “Professor Sheng, what would you like for lunch?”

Sheng Xian said indifferently, “Don’t worry about me.”

The teaching assistant thought Sheng Xian had a lunch appointment and went to the cafeteria by himself.

Half an hour later, he returned, surprised to find Sheng Xian was still in the office. “Professor Sheng, why haven’t you gone for lunch yet?”

Sheng Xian glanced at the time, “In a while.”

The teaching assistant didn’t say anything and sat down.

About ten minutes later, Sheng Xian’s phone rang.

It was a local express delivery.

The teaching assistant went downstairs to collect the parcel for him, and upon returning, he conscientiously opened it: “Oh, it’s a…”

He paused midway.

Sheng Xian looked up.

It was a pack of pink-wrapped sanitary napkins.

“…”

The teaching assistant, a young man in his early twenties, slightly embarrassed, placed the pack of sanitary napkins on his desk and went back to his seat.

Sheng Xian stared at the pack for a while, then used a pen to peel the already opened packaging.

Among the thin small squares, there was a black voice recorder.

Sheng Xian: “…”

It was definitely her.

Sheng Xian took out the voice recorder and tossed it on the desk, then grabbed the pack of sanitary napkins and gestured towards the trash can but didn’t throw it away.

After a few seconds, he pulled open a drawer and stuffed the sanitary napkins inside.

It seems she’s not coming over.

Sheng Xian’s fiddling with his pen stopped, and after a moment, he looked up at the voice recorder on the desk.

Then, after another moment, he scoffed coldly.

Sheng Xian, you are indeed very sick.

Isn’t it better that she didn’t come? What were you expecting?

Sheng Xian slowly exhaled, put down the pen, and picked up his jacket intending to go out.

Before he could stand up, his phone rang.

It was a call from Lu Jingyan.

He stared at the screen for a while with a bland expression before he pressed the answer button.

The voice of the young girl on the other side sounded like she had just woken up, muffled, “Brother, did you receive the parcel?”

Sheng Xian looked at the voice recorder on the desk, his expression indifferent, “Mhm.”

“I haven’t listened to anything on the voice recorder. I think it’s quite important to you. I was worried about the delivery guy tampering with your stuff, so I hid it in a daily necessity,” said the girl on the phone while sneezing heavily.

Sheng Xian frowned slightly, then realized her voice was muffled not because she had just woken up, but because she seemed to have caught a cold.

After a moment of silence, he asked, “Are you sick?”

“Yes,” the girl responded weakly, sniffling and adding, “I wanted to see you, brother, but my cold is so severe, I’m afraid of infecting you.”

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