My World Is All about You-Chapter 49 - Deceive the Heaven and Cross the Sea

Chapter 49 -49: Deceive the Heaven and Cross the Sea (9)_1

Chapter 49 -49: Deceive the Heaven and Cross the Sea (9)_1

Cong Rong said nothing. He knew Mr. Liang’s jokes always had their limits, defining his boundaries. But deep down, he chuckled to himself. “To deny that you have fallen for her, even when it’s clear. So typical…”

…

The next morning, Liang Chen returned early to his villa from Golden Era.

The house staff were bustling with activity. They stopped as soon as they saw him and greeted, “Mr. Chen.”

Liang Chen did not respond. He merely headed towards the mansion, key in hand. While he was changing shoes, a servant asked him, “Mr. Chen, Miss Jing is still upstairs. Are you having breakfast together?”

“Haohao hasn’t left yet?” Liang Chen raised his head in surprise, asking a question in return.

Upon seeing the servant nod, he walked emotionlessly towards the elevator and ascended to the upper floor.

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After entering the code to his bedroom and pushing the door open, he saw Jing Haohao, who had just woken up.

Upon seeing him, Jing Haohao’s body slightly trembled. She then called out, “Mr. Liang.”

Liang Chen frowned slightly, pointed to the washroom and said, “Go freshen up. The toothbrush is new. When you finish, come downstairs for breakfast.”

Having spoken, Liang Chen went straight to the dressing room inside his bedroom.

…

When Jing Haohao emerged from the washroom, Liang Chen was no longer in the bedroom. She took the elevator downstairs and was immediately ushered by a servant towards the dining room.

The dining room was immense, with an elongated table that could accommodate dozens of people, adorned with a variety of flowers.

Liang Chen was seated at the head of the table, his head held high, watching the financial news on TV. In front of him was a glass of milk, a plate of fruit, and a bowl of porridge.

The dining room had a full-length wall of windows facing east. The morning sun, tinged with red, filtered through the windows, casting Chen and his surroundings in a picture-perfect light, as if frozen in a beautiful piece of artwork.

On seeing Jing Haohao walk in, a servant pulled out a chair to his left.

It was only then that Liang Chen looked toward Jing Haohao, then without a word, he turned his attention back to the television.

Jing Haohao sat down, was handed a menu, and was asked, “Miss Jing, what would you like to eat?”

Jing Haohao glanced at the menu filled with various Western and Chinese dishes. But finding herself without appetite, she said, “Anything will do.”

“Would you prefer Chinese or Western cuisine?” The servant continued to ask politely.

Before Jing Haohao could answer, Liang Chen, his eyes never straying from the television, interjected, “Bring her the same as mine, and add an egg.”

Hearing this, the servant immediately left without consulting Jing Haohao. In a moment, he returned, pushing a cart bearing a meal identical to Liang Chen’s.

Liang Chen’s eating was elegant yet fast. He was finished by the time Jing Haohao had only had half her porridge. Standing up, he picked up his suit jacket from the back of his chair and said, “I’ll head to the office first. If you need to go back to the city later, have the house driver take you.”

With that, Liang Chen walked out of the dining room.

Jing Haohao put down her spoon and called out, “Mr. Liang…”