Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Lin Qingyuan felt rather pleased when she saw this.

He deserved it for being so mean with his words!

She picked up her spoon once more and continued eating happily.

Long Xuan lost his appetite a little when he saw how heartily she was savoring the food.

It was mainly because he preferred lighter food in the morning while she had mostly ordered oily meat dishes.

He called the server back to the table and ordered some plain congee and a few side dishes.

By the time he began eating, Lin Qingyuan was already done and she even gave a satisfied burp.

Long Xuan was picking up his chopsticks when he suddenly paused.
He lifted his eyes and looked at her.

Lin Qingyuan knew he was about to lecture her when she saw him this way.
So, she quickly said, “Hurry up and eat.
We need to visit Chen Xuping later and send him back to Jade Moon Villa.”

Any trace of Long Xuan’s good mood disappeared at the mention of Chen Xuping and his appetite became worse.

Lin Qingyuan sat waiting for him, but he did not even finish half a bowl of congee after quite some time.
She could not help frowning and began to hurry him.
“Why are you eating so slowly?”

Long Xuan darted her a look and picked up his bowl to slowly finish his congee.
He ate a few mouthfuls of side dishes before finally saying, “Do you think everyone is like you? You live like you haven’t eaten in three years.”

Lin Qingyuan, “…”

No matter how slow-witted she was, even she could tell that there was some anger in his tone.
Her pretty face fell and her words became spiteful as well.
“Yes, I’m not as cultured as you are.
Even when having a meal, you’re more graceful and dainty than a woman.” With those words, she stood up.
“I won’t wait around any longer.
You can eat as slowly as you like.
Hmph!”

She was about to leave when Long Xuan grabbed her by the wrist.

The man’s face darkened as he ordered, “Sit!”

Lin Qingyuan frowned.
“I don’t want to.
The sun will set before you can finish your meal.”

“Not listening to me, are you?” There was danger in Long Xuan’s tone.

Lin Qingyuan had always been wary of him, and when she saw his expression darken, she did not dare provoke him any further.

This fellow was a madman and there was no knowing what he might do.