Chapter 82: Bullying The Cat
Yan Huan’s hesitated, then she pressed the button for the thirteenth floor and stood at the corner of the elevator. Her delicate eyebrows frowned gently.
Why is he here?
It’s Lu Yi…
Why is Lu Yi here?
She had been married into the Lu family for three years. Although she didn’t have much time to see Lu Yi, she could remember his voice very clearly. Even two lifetimes later, she could still remember, his voice that was born to be devoid of emotional.
She lowered her head after pressing the button, and she held the bag in her hand tightly, trying to make her presence smaller. Fortunately, Lu Yi was not a meddlesome person. Without much curiosity, he wouldn’t care about a stranger like her, and the door opened. The man beside her exited.
And her stress dissipated.
The door was closed again but it was going down. Until it reached the first floor, then she realized that she had pressed the thirteenth floor but forgotten to press hers.
She pressed the button for the fifteenth floor and waited for the elevator to go up.
Was it possible that he was living here, living at the thirteenth floor of this building? She never knew Lu Yi had a house outside, but it was true that he wasn’t often in the Lu house.
She held the bag in her arms and sighed softly.
The thing we most don’t want to happen will always happen, and the people that we most don’t want to meet will always appear right before us.
She hoped that they wouldn’t have much contact, that they wouldn’t meet regularly.
She opened the door and heard the cat meow.
Little Bean was cowering in the corner and Yi Ling was about to hit her with her slipper.
Then a hand stretched out and grabbed Little Bean in their arms. When Little Bean saw that her master had come back, she acted like a spoiled child, headbutting her master’s arm affectionately. She looked pitiful with her dewy eyes.
“Meow….” Master, somebody is bullying me.
“What’s wrong?” Yan Huan gently stroked Little Bean’s head.
Yi Ling threw her slippers on the floor and slid her feet into them. She reached out her arms and Yan Huan could see they were scratched. Although they weren’t bleeding, it was still obvious. “All I did was wash her paws and she scratched me.”
She was angry and wanted to hit the cat.
“Next time you should wrap up her paws before you bathe her,” Yan Huan advised. They could try as much as possible, but it couldn’t be helped. Cats weren’t dogs. Cats hated to bathe, and their paws are…
Yan Huan took Little Bean’s tiny pink paws. They were small but her claws were too sharp, not many people could stand being scratched by her.
Yi Ling reached out and took the cat from Yan Huan’s arms.
“I’ll wipe her off. She’s not dry yet.”
Yan Huan grabbed the things that she had put on the floor just now. “Alright then, you do that, I’ll start cooking.”
Yi Ling and Little Bean looked at each other in consternation again.
Yi Ling smiled wickedly, and Little Bean’s fur stood up in fright.