My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious-Chapter 858 - 777: Story

Mo Wenwan watched as the waiter came over and took the heavy menu from his hand. She quickly ordered the appetizer, main course, soup, and dessert. Then she looked up at Lu Xing, who was hesitating, and the thoughts in her mind suddenly leaped onto the paper. Her gaze became more evasive, wanting to say a lot to him but hesitated about which topic to start with. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

"Ordering is not my strong suit."

Lu Xing’s words were playful, and he blinked at Mo Wenwan.

If blinking could be considered an enticement, then Lu Xing’s blink was indeed tinted. She calmly looked into his eyes and said, "Are you showing me your charming side?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Lu Xing suddenly chuckled softly.

Mo Wenwan’s expression gradually lost its softness and instead turned resilient. She subconsciously straightened up, silently watching Lu Xing laugh.

"Don’t misunderstand, I’m laughing because what you said was too cute."

Lu Xing knew well that Mo Wenwan had definitely invited him because she had something important to discuss. As for what it was, he still didn’t know, so he squinted and said, "I have a story. Do you want to hear it?"

"Since there’s still time before the food arrives, sure."

Mo Wenwan’s expression sparked Lu Xing’s interest in storytelling. He looked out the window and began intermittently, "There was once a child who loved to quarrel with their parents, and their favorite thing to do was skip class. Assuming they wouldn’t be easily discovered by coming up with various excuses not to attend school, they even made arrangements with their friends to cover for each other..."

Mo Wenwan listened and started connecting the child in the story to Lu Xing, but upon careful listening, it didn’t quite fit. When he paused, she asked in exasperation, "What happened to this kid in the end?"

"Of course, they got beaten, and they ended up cutting ties with their friends forever."

Lu Xing gave a faint smile, looked at the water in the cup, and took a sip.

Mo Wenwan couldn’t help but retort, "The kid’s father was too authoritarian."

"Don’t you think the father’s strictness was for the child’s future?"

Lu Xing’s tone was flat, making it hard for Mo Wenwan to guess what he was thinking at that moment. Yet, her mood underwent a significant change. She squinted and looked into his eyes, lost in thought, propping her chin with her right hand, and said, "Is the child in the story you?"

"If I say it’s not, would you believe me?" Lu Xing breathed out lightly.

"I believe you," Mo Wenwan earnestly replied without thinking as she looked at Lu Xing.

This, in turn, sparked more curiosity in Lu Xing about Mo Wenwan. Seeing that she was a completely different person from the coercive one before, he didn’t know what was going on in her mind and became more interested.

"Miss Mo, I’m curious about why you invited me here. My story is over, how about you tell one of yours?"

Lu Xing looked at Mo Wenwan expectantly, and her expression became more cautious. Although she had many stories, she couldn’t find a direction to start from, her mind suddenly becoming dazed, and she said seriously, "What aspect would you like to hear?"

"Anything is fine. Work, personal life, and so on."

Lu Xing shifted to a more comfortable position, and this also brought about a change in the atmosphere.

Mo Wenwan saw him comfortably leaning back in the chair and knew he was ready to listen attentively.

"Then let me talk about my work."

Without expectations, Lu Xing naturally was not disappointed. He was still interested in what Mo Wenwan would say next. At the very least, he could understand what kind of person she was in their shared journey, and that was enough to convince him to listen carefully.