Chapter 50: The bed is quite big.

Bang!

Lu Zhao slammed the door shut after a quick glance.

Did he see clearly? Not her face, but everything else was crystal clear.
Sometimes, having sharp eyesight was a curse.

Lowering his head, he frowned, wondering if he’d seen wrong.
Why did that woman look so much like Yu Baiwei?
And why was she barely dressed?

Wait, wasn’t this supposed to be his room?

Surely their housekeeper wouldn’t sell out her own lady, right?

In his confusion, Lu Zhao completely forgot he might be the one being sold out.

No, he had to look again.

This time, he eased the door open, peering through the crack.

There was indeed someone inside, now wearing a bathrobe—and it was definitely Yu Baiwei.

His bewildered eyes met her slightly embarrassed ones.

“Uh… Miss Yu, is this your room?”

Lu Zhao scanned the decor—it didn’t look like a guest room.

Yu Baiwei nodded.
“Yeah, come in and let’s talk.”

“Uh… is that okay?”

A man and woman alone in a room—Lu Zhao felt this was beyond what any act required, especially since the jig was up.

Yu Baiwei pouted, strode to the door, and yanked him inside.

“Hey! Wait, listen—”

The hallway fell quiet again, save for the housekeeper, Liu Yu, at the corner, sporting an auntie-like grin.

Inside the room.

Lu Zhao sat stiffly on a chair, now realizing he was the one sold out.

He sighed inwardly.

“Lu Zhao,” Yu Baiwei called softly, head lowered.

“Hm?”

“Are you… still mad at me?” She looked up, eyes full of apology.

Lu Zhao knew what she meant.
He was upset—who wouldn’t be after being threatened?

But at this point, staying angry seemed pointless.

Especially after seeing the fiery “exchange” between her and her mother today, he kind of understood her.

That kind of pressure wasn’t normal.
If he had such a domineering parent, he might not handle it any better.

“I’m definitely upset. Nobody likes being threatened.”

“…Yeah, fair.” Yu Baiwei gave a bitter smile, lowering her head.

“But,” Lu Zhao shifted tone, “seeing how you and your mom interact today, I get you a bit more.”

Yu Baiwei looked up, a spark of surprise in her eyes.
“So, you mean…?”

“Heh, it’ll cost extra.” Lu Zhao smirked.

His playful demeanor made her laugh despite herself.
“Fine, fine, extra’s no problem. So you’re not mad anymore, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll let it slide this time. But no next time. And…” His expression darkened.
“Don’t let Qingxin catch on.”

“I know. I’ll keep it secret.”

Secrets often bind people together.
Yu Baiwei felt a subtle thrill, a tiny connection forming with this guy.

She didn’t pry further, and he didn’t seem eager to share.

After a brief silence, she asked, “By the way, what did my mom say when she called you over?”

Finally remembering the main issue.

Lu Zhao rubbed his chin and asked something that caught her off guard.

“Do you know how your mom met your dad?”

Yu Baiwei tilted her head.
She’d never asked—or cared.

Thinking back, she realized she’d rarely heard them talk about it.
She hadn’t even met her father’s relatives.

She shook her head, clueless.

Lu Zhao exhaled, meeting her gaze.
“The same way we’re ‘meeting’ now.”

Yu Baiwei didn’t get it at first.
After a moment, her eyes widened, lips parting in shock.
“You mean… they were also…?”

Lu Zhao nodded, relaying what her mother had told him.

Yu Baiwei stayed silent, head down, fingers twisting her bathrobe.

When he finished, he asked cautiously, “Miss Yu, you… okay?”

He’d imagined she might be shocked, angry, or incredulous.

But this silence—what was that about?

Suddenly, Yu Baiwei stood and headed for the door.
Lu Zhao stood too.
“Miss Yu, where are you going?”

Her voice was icy.
“I’m going to ask her why she got to marry Dad, but I have to take the fall!”

As expected, she was pissed.
But going in this state would just lead to another fight.

“Calm down.” Lu Zhao grabbed her arm.
“What can you solve like this? You might just piss her off more, and then it’ll be harder to sort out.”

Yu Baiwei stopped, glancing at his hand on her arm.

Noticing her look, he let go and continued, “Your mom opened up to me, so she probably has a plan. Why not give her some time?”

“Try trusting her. She’s your mother—she wouldn’t hurt you, right?” He gave a faint smile.

Yu Baiwei’s clenched fists relaxed.

“…Fine.”

With that settled, Lu Zhao prepared to leave.

Seeing him go, Yu Baiwei spoke up.
“Hey? Where are you going?”

He looked puzzled.
“Where? To another room. You think I’m sleeping here?”

Under her odd expression, he turned the doorknob.

“?”

It didn’t budge.
He tried harder.

“??”

He turned back, stunned.
“What’s going on?”

Yu Baiwei rubbed her forehead.
“Liu Yu brought you here, right? Then it’s probably her.”

“No, I… what?” Lu Zhao got it.
That woman had “arranged” everything perfectly.

It wasn’t Liu Yu’s fault.
What she saw and what actually happened were two different things.

The young miss brought her boyfriend home, fought with Madam over it.

After dinner, Madam called the boyfriend to the study for a private talk, and no conflict arose.

The boyfriend even looked relaxed—didn’t that speak for itself?

A good housekeeper doesn’t need orders for everything!

The miss finally found a man—Liu Yu was thrilled.

“You don’t have a key?”

Yu Baiwei flopped onto the bed.
“Where would I get one? I haven’t been back in years.”

“…”

Lu Zhao sat back down, sinking into thought.

In a typical plot, she’d say, “Don’t worry, the bed’s big. I won’t do anything.”

Then it’d be, “I’ll just rub a little,” followed by… “Baby, you’re amazing.”

“Hiss…” He shivered.

“It’s late. Not resting?” Yu Baiwei sounded nervous, rubbing her legs under the bathrobe.

Here it comes.
Lu Zhao kept his head down.
“I’m not tired. You sleep first.”

She paused, then said, “Well, the bed’s big enough for two. Don’t worry, I won’t do anything!”

Lu Zhao sighed, rubbing his temples.
This woman—every step was painfully predictable.