Really, I Just Wanted to Be a Slacker Heiress

Lu Ning was leaving the airport with her suitcase when she received a call from the Lù family's chauffeur, Old Zhu.

"Young Miss, where are you? Did you just get off the plane?"

Hearing this, Lu Ning realized he might have called the wrong person.

Her tone was gentle and deliberate. "Old Zhu, you dialed the wrong number. You no longer have to pick me up."

Old Zhu went silent for a moment before he hurriedly added, "I'm sorry Young Miss, no, no, I mean Miss Lu. I'm simply… used to it."

Lu Ning was not upset, and her voice remained gentle. "It's alright. I'm hanging up."

She was about to put the phone away when she heard Old Zhu's voice again.

"Young Miss!"

Lu Ning brought the phone close to her ear and indicated softly that she was listening.

"Take care."

Old Zhu's solemn voice came from the phone.

Lu Ning was silent for a moment. Then, she said, "Okay."

After hanging up, Lu Ning stared at her cell phone in a daze.

Habits can be quite scary sometimes.

More than two months ago her surname was still Lù. Now, her surname is Lu. They shared the same pronunciation, yet they were two different surnames and were also two different lives.

Before she had realized she was not a member of the Lù family, Old Zhu was her chauffeur. He had picked her up since she was young, for almost 18 years. Now, even though she was no longer the young miss of the Lù family, Old Zhu could not change his habit of picking her up, while for the time being she had not changed her habit of having to correct her signature as Lu instead of Lù.

She was deep in thought within her memories, but before she could continue reminiscing someone suddenly bumped into her. Her body leaned back and she almost fell over, but fortunately someone caught her.

As Lu Ning looked up, she was met with Huo Jinyan's jet-black eyes.

She hurriedly steadied herself, and Huo Jinyan quickly retracted his hand from her waist and politely kept a distance.

"Thank you, Mr. Huo."

Huo Jinyan nodded at her, his demeanor still cold and distant.

When Huo Jinyan's assistant, Chu Ting, saw Lu Ning, he quickly apologized, "Miss Lù! I'm sorry, I didn't notice you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to realize he had called her by the wrong surname. However, after thinking about it, he thought there was no difference whether he corrected it or not, so he swallowed the words he wanted to say.

"It's no problem."

Huo Jinyan did not give them the chance to continue the conversation as he had already walked past Lu Ning. Chu Ting hurriedly bowed an apology to Lu Ning before chasing after Huo Jinyan.

His legs were long and his steps were fast; Chu Ting was afraid that if he tarried any longer he would have to run to catch up to him.

However, after taking a few steps he heard Lu Ning's voice from behind.

"Mr. Huo."

Lu Ning did not want to hold Huo Jinyan back, so she trotted over and bowed to him conscientiously.

Subsequently, she straightened up and looked at him. "Mr. Huo, thank you for last time, and thank you again for today."

When she saw Huo Jinyan frown she quickly added, "I won't take up any more of your time. I only want to thank you." She paused. "Goodbye."

Then, she turned around and left, pulling her suitcase along.

She had heard that Huo Jinyan was very obsessed with cleanliness; Huo Jinyan would probably remember her for the rest of his life from the last time she had thrown up all over him. He was obviously upset just now, perhaps from recalling that scene. Had she not left she might have been beaten up.

As he watched Lu Ning leave, Chu Ting could not help but sigh.

"Miss Lu seems lonelier than ever."

Huo Jinyan stared at the departing Lu Ning without saying a word. The next moment, he turned around and strode away.

Chu Ting, having come to his senses, hurried after him.

Some people are certainly born different from others, how could some people's legs be so long!

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When Lu Ning reached the airport entrance, her cell phone started ringing. She picked it up and took a look—the display showed an unknown number. She frowned slightly as her temples throbbed.