Behind the Times

“You—You’re blatantly kidnapping me! I’m going to sue you!” Xia Yuwei was furious, but her anger only earned her a low curse from Lu Yichen.

“What, not convinced?” he replied, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

“How would I dare not to be convinced! You even mispronounced ‘bare’—honestly, what kind of school did you go to? How did your teachers teach you?” Lu Yichen mercilessly mocked her for her mispronunciation.

“Hopelessly behind the times, too lazy to explain so much to you…” Xia Yuwei couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

It was just a professional habit—since ‘bare’ couldn’t be properly displayed in online novels, she substituted it with ‘fruit’. As for this, Lu Yichen obviously wouldn’t understand. Of course he wouldn’t read romance novels, so it was perfectly normal that he didn’t know these odd little things.

“Tch, truly an old woman, an obasan!” Lu Yichen dismissed her.

“Lu Yichen!” Xia Yuwei shrieked as if her tail had been stepped on.

Old woman! Obasan! She’d been called that by him since childhood; it was enough to infuriate her to death!

Sure, she was a few years older than him. When they first met, she was even taller, but just because she knew him, she’d been labeled as ‘obasan’ and ‘old woman’ since the age of nine. Absolutely outrageous! Her youth had been denied by him just like that!

If not for the need to consider safety in the car, she would’ve grabbed her seven-inch high heels and struck him on the head!

Lu Yichen whistled lightly, raised his brows with an air of triumph, and ignored her exasperation. “Not bad, you finally remembered my name!”

He glanced at her in good spirits, smiling ambiguously. “You still sound so lovely when you call me…” He really couldn’t fathom what this twenty-eight-year-old woman was thinking—always with the demeanor of a wronged, bullied wife. Had he bullied her? Absolutely not!—Er, had he?

“What do you mean, ‘remember your name’? Is your name so hard to remember? The newspapers and TV have been talking about you nonstop these days. Do you think I’m illiterate, blind, or deaf?” Xia Yuwei stared out the window, refusing to look at him or acknowledge the meaning behind his words.

“Seems like you’re quite concerned about me. That’s worth praise!”

“You’re Lu Yichen, the chief heir of the Bailey Group. I study jewelry design, of course I remember you—clear as day.”

“Is that all? Nothing else?” He raised his eyebrow and glanced at her sidelong. This obasan was always so stubborn.

Watching her act as if he were a plague, he knew her memory of him was vivid, not forgotten. Did she really dislike him so much? If he didn’t make her beg and confess what he truly was to her, he wouldn’t be called Lu!