Homemade Gifts

Hearing the sweet words of Lu Nanfeng, He Lixue did not doubt him in the least, and her heart melted into a puddle of happiness.

"Dearest, my father is coming home, and he has invited us over for dinner," Lu Nanfeng finally said. "He is a very upright businessman who would never touch the grey zone." 

He Lixue looked worriedly at Lu Nanfeng. Was his father mad that he had teamed up with Wen Sihan? 

He Lixue suddenly felt an increasing amount of guilt. She knew that her identity was messy, but she still got involved with Lu Nanfeng. She could only hope that his father was not mad at him.

He Lixue was slightly nervous. Lu Nanfeng's mother already loathed her, if his father also disliked her, then she did not know what to do.

Sensing that she was flustered and uncomfortable, Lu Nanfeng dragged her into a warm and firm embrace. "Don't worry," he said softly. "I am the one who is with you, not my parents."