Chapter 97

She was indeed a talent that she had high expectations for. How could Gu Ruoruo compare to her? Because of the last-minute decision to go on a business trip, Tang Ruochu went home early at night. She wanted to cook a healthy and sumptuous dinner for Lu Shijin. At about 7 p.m., Lu Shijin entered the house. Hearing the sound coming from the kitchen, he went in to take a look. Tang Ruochu was cutting meat, and on the stove beside her, a pot of soup was boiling. She got anxious and accidentally cut her finger. Blood came gushing out. She shrieked in shock. Before she could place it under running water, a big hand grabbed her hand and pulled it toward the tap. "You're back?" Tang Ruochu put on a sweet smile as she pursed her lips at the man. Lu Shijin glanced at her and quickly turned off the stove. He then pulled her into the living room, fetched the first-aid kit, sat down beside her, and started dressing her wound. Her long fingers were white and tender. They were well-defined an