The Scheming Billionaire's Heartfelt Devotion-Chapter 687 - 702: Being Gazed at by His Own Wife Like a Little Fangirl

Old Sir Lu chuckled and nodded, heading towards the dining room.

Walking behind him, Ji Qing’s face instantly darkened. Her eyes were filled with a venomous malice. She was forced to bow her head due to the current situation, but sooner or later, Lu Jinghan and Han Xi would pay.

Everyone sat down at the dining table, and Old Sir Lu smiled as he spoke: "Han, these dishes were made according to your usual taste. Try them and see if they suit your palate?"

In the afternoon, Old Sir Lu had instructed the kitchen staff to call Sister Zhang to find out about Han Xi’s pregnancy cravings and the dishes she liked.

"Thank you, Grandpa."

Han Xi’s lips curved into a beautiful arc, her clean and simple face looking even prettier under the chandelier’s light.

Across from her, Lu Jingchen tried hard to suppress the urge to reach out and touch Han Xi, forcing back the desire in his heart.

Only watching without touching, this feeling was unbearably frustrating.

Lu Jinghan leaned over to help Han Xi pick some vegetables and fish and placed them on her plate: "Eat more, don’t let our Little Bun go hungry."

"Yes, yes, the baby needs nutrition too while in the womb," Ji Qing said in a flattering manner.

Han Xi and Lu Jinghan both ignored her, treating the trio of mother and sons like thin air.

After finishing the meal, Old Sir Lu told the young couple to head back and repeatedly reminded them to drive carefully on their way out.

On the way back, Han Xi leaned on the passenger seat and suddenly remembered that Ji Qing had just said this bag was more expensive than their pocket money. She couldn’t help but ask, "Jinghan, how much was this bag?"

"Why are you asking? My money is for you to spend," Lu Jinghan said matter-of-factly.

"I’m just curious."

Being pampered by the man she loved made Han Xi feel so warm that, for a moment, she believed she must be the one favored by fate.

Lu Jinghan glanced sideways at Han Xi, the smile on his lips both deep and tender: "I can’t quite recall, but I think it was around two hundred thousand."

Oh my God, spending that much on a bag—Han Xi was about to have a heart attack over it.

"Why buy something so expensive? I don’t want to waste your hard-earned money. Next time, don’t."

Han Xi’s demeanor was that of a little wife distressed over money, but Lu Jinghan found it incredibly endearing: "Silly girl, acting like this, our money will never be spent."

"Then leave it all for Little Bun."

Han Xi raised her hand to touch her slightly bulging belly, her smile sweeter than candied plums.

Lu Jinghan suddenly turned on the blinker, pulled the car over to the side, unbuckled his seatbelt, cupped the back of Han Xi’s head, and kissed her. The actions seemed to flow seamlessly together.

By the time Han Xi realized what was happening, she was left dizzy and overwhelmed by the kiss.

"I think I’ve been poisoned. Every time, I can’t help but want to kiss you."

Lu Jinghan whispered against Han Xi’s lips, their noses brushing lightly, exchanging each other’s breaths.

Han Xi’s breathing turned erratic as she lifted her lashes. Lu Jinghan’s eyes, vast and deep as the ocean, were so full of affection that just one look and she found herself lost in them.

Warm amber light from outside shone through the car window, illuminating his striking profile, so beautiful that you couldn’t help but want to take a few more glances.

Lu Jinghan’s well-defined fingers slipped into Han Xi’s hair. Being stared at like a smitten girl by his wife, he was quite pleased: "Want another kiss, hmm?"