When Lu Hechen returned, Weilan had already finished cooking the meal, and her laptop was on the dining table; she was looking at something.
As soon as Lu Hechen entered the door, he closed it behind him, "I'm back."
With a glance, Weilan saw him and immediately stood up to run towards him.
Lu Hechen's eyes flashed as he said, "To be personally welcomed like this, such a courtesy truly honours Mr. Lu."
He took off his suit jacket, and Weilan took it from him to hang it up. "The face you have now is a stranger's face, not Mr. Lu's."
Lu Hechen reached under his chin, fumbled for a moment, and ripped off the mask, revealing the heart-stirring handsome face underneath.
As soon as Weilan saw his sharply defined face, with features as if chiseled from stone, her heart skipped a beat, and she flung herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck, "That's more like it. Whenever I see you wearing that mask, I feel like I'm married to two men."