Mr.CEO Looks Exactly the Same as My Son!-Chapter 833: Why So Awkward?

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Chapter 833: Chapter 833: Why So Awkward?

Walking into the room, she grabbed the cushion on the sofa and hugged it tightly, squeezing it a couple of times.

Lan Shan, why are you being so awkward here? You have nothing to do with Gong Shaoyu, whoever he misses has absolutely nothing to do with you, right? Didn’t you decide to give up on him? Why can’t you seem to remember that? 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Feeling a bit frustrated, she patted her head twice and repeatedly admonished herself in her mind to stop having feelings for him. In at most a month, she’d be leaving, and by then they would truly be strangers again, so thinking more about it was pointless.

As she comforted herself this way, she wondered why the thought of leaving soon made her so reluctant. Instead of sighing here and there, she should think about how to spend this next month with him, and how she could leave without feeling sad.

She thought it over for a long time until her head almost felt tied up in knots, but couldn’t come up with any good ideas. Finally, in exasperation, she tossed the cushion aside, got up, grabbed her change of clothes, and went into the bathroom.

When she came out again, she didn’t dwell on the previous issue. She just shuffled over to the bed in her slippers, flipped open the blanket, and lay down.

She rolled back and forth many times until her hair was a complete mess from all the tossing and turning, then finally turned away and covered her head with the blanket. In the darkness, her big eyes slid around for a bit before she simply closed them to sleep.

She originally thought that she had too much on her mind and wouldn’t fall asleep so easily. But unexpectedly, shortly after closing her eyes, she drifted off into a muddled sleep...

....

When she woke up again, the sky outside the window had already darkened. She reached out to rub her slightly sore eyes, sat up in bed, and turned on the bedside lamp in the dark. A few seconds later, a knock on the door sounded, followed by the voice of a servant, "Miss Lan, are you awake? Dinner is ready, would you like to have something to eat first?"

Lan Shan was momentarily stunned. She picked up the phone on the bedside table and glanced at the time; it was already past seven in the evening. The next second, she turned toward the door and replied, "Okay, I’ll be there in a minute."

Throwing off the covers, she got out of bed, put on her slippers, washed her face in the bathroom, and brushed her hair before finally turning to leave the room.

Arriving in the dining room, she didn’t see any trace of Gong Shaoyu. Feeling puzzled, she quickly stopped Housekeeper Ning as he passed by, "Housekeeper Ning, why isn’t Brother Gong here for dinner?"

Housekeeper Ning paused, answering, "Sir went out this afternoon and hasn’t come back yet. He will probably be back late. Miss Lan, please have dinner first."

Upon hearing his words, she nodded lightly to show she understood, walked to the dining table, and sat down. A servant served her a bowl of rice, which she took before picking up her chopsticks and beginning to eat.

With Gong Shaoyu not around, she felt relaxed and at ease. Otherwise, she’d have to act nonchalant in front of him. Pretending to be indifferent was really exhausting; liking someone but not being able to show it too obviously was a truly uncomfortable feeling.

Halfway through the meal, Housekeeper Ning returned. Seeing her smiling with her eyes curved, he stopped in his tracks, walked to the dining table, glanced at the dishes, and asked, "Miss Lan, do the dishes today suit your taste?"

"Mm." She swallowed the food in her mouth, put down her chopsticks, picked up a glass of water nearby, took a sip, and then spoke, "Today’s dishes taste better than the ones before."

Since she moved in, to accommodate her tastes, the meals at the manor had been changed to Chinese cuisine, but since the chef wasn’t from Hua Country, the flavors weren’t quite authentic.