Tangling with the Western Commander - Chapter 232

Chapter 232: Chapter 229: Being Watched

Wen Xian ultimately didn’t tell him what those few characters were, saying she wanted to keep his appetite hanging.

Today’s task was in the afternoon, specifically around five or six o’clock, to escort that batch of cultural relics.

He tried his best to satisfy all her requests.

At the moment.

Even though it was October, due to the large temperature difference, the morning was still quite sweltering.

Wen Xian rolled down the car window, and the wind whistled into the cabin.

“You didn’t eat lunch, right? What do you feel like eating?”

Lu Xiao asked while driving, preparing to take her for lunch.

Wen Xian sat in the passenger seat, lazily stretching.

As his words fell, she glanced at Lu Xiao and suddenly blinked, implying something more profound, “Don’t you, Captain Lu, know very well what I want to eat?”

Lu Xiao: “…”

That soulful look, constantly staring at him, was irresistibly suggestive.

His gaze darkened a bit, glanced at her quickly, then calmly said, “I’m not a roundworm in your stomach, how would I know what you like to eat?”

Wen Xian: “…”

She trusted him not at all!

She had not forgotten their squabbling, him indeed being a cunning big bad wolf!

Wen Xian propped her chin, gazing at his chiseled side profile, the determined curve of his jaw, her eyes playfully wandering, “Is there a place selling grilled sausages?”

Grilled sausages?

Lu Xiao frowned, his lips tightening further, his expression subtly changing.

Wen Xian said seriously, “Why that expression? When I was in Shanghai, I often went to a place downstairs to buy grilled sausages. They were really tasty.”

At this, a ripple seemed to surge in the depths of Lu Xiao’s dark eyes.

Then, he responded, word by word, “Eating those synthetic things isn’t good. I will take you for beef. The cows here rove through the pastures every day, their meat firm, much fresher and certainly much better than your sausages.”

As these words fell, Wen Xian seemed to realize something profound, indeed.

The meat from Qinghai was indeed robust.

Lu Xiao took her to a beef noodle restaurant; the place wasn’t large, but the mealtime was always crowded, and business was booming.

Wen Xian was really hungry.

A steaming bowl of beef noodles arrived, with hand-pulled noodles of just the right thickness, topped with more than a dozen slices of beef, a generous serving indeed.

With a scattering of green onions and a pour of beef broth, the aroma was overwhelming, a truly worldly delight.

Wen Xian couldn’t help but devour her meal with great relish, Lu Xiao watching as a thin layer of sweat formed on her forehead, wiping it with a tissue, “Eat slowly, no one’s taking it from you.”

She looked up at him with a smile, then bowed her head to continue eating.

But after only a couple of bites, her movements suddenly slowed, then stopped altogether.

Her hand holding the chopsticks also stiffened.

Had she seen wrong?

Just now, as she looked up, she thought she saw someone sitting not far behind Lu Xiao, staring at her.

However, that’s not the main point.

The main point was, the look in that person’s eyes gave her a strong sense of familiarity.

As if she had seen him somewhere before.

Wen Xian thought about it, slowly chewing in her mouth, and slightly raising her head, her gaze inadvertently sweeping back there.

However, just as she looked over, that person suddenly bowed his head, stroking his face, and started talking to the person next to him.

Wen Xian: “…?”

Who was that person?

A sasaeng fan or someone else?

Most importantly, this unusual sense of familiarity had appeared more than once recently.

“What’s wrong?”

Lu Xiao seemed to sense something off and looked at her.