I was kneeling on the kitchen floor mopping the tiles for the third time when the sound of the door lock turned came.
At 2:17 in the morning, Lu Jingchen stumbled into the entrance hall smelling of alcohol. I quickly threw the rag into the sink, my knees shaking with soreness as I stood up. Over the past three years, I have figured out his temper - when he comes home, I must wait for him in the living room "exactly", no early or late. If it is early, he will think that I am haunted, and if it is late, he will scold me for not knowing the rules.
"Xiao Ran."
He leaned on the shoe cabinet, pulled off his tie, and looked past me at the huge portrait in the living room. The woman in the painting is wearing a white skirt and has a gentle and cold smile. That is the "White Moonlight" in Lu Jingchen's study. I never dared to ask her name.
"You understand me best." He pulled me into his arms and breathed alcohol into my ears, "Only you..."
I've heard this sentence a thousand times. Every time he was drunk he would say "only you", but when he was sober he didn't even bother to look at me. I helped him walk to the living room, and he was leaning on me, stumbling, and still muttering: "It would be great if Mu Yao was as obedient as you..."
Mu Yao. It turns out her name is Mu Yao.
I put him on the sofa and turned to the kitchen to get the hangover soup. The soup was boiled two hours ago and has been kept warm on the stove. As I passed through the hallway, I saw the bathroom light was on - I didn't remember turning it on.
The moment he pushed the door open, the mirror suddenly cracked.
I took a step back and almost spilled the soup in my hand.
