Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!
Chapter 228 - 174. Although it’s simple, it’s very useful!

Chapter 228: 174. Although it’s simple, it’s very useful!

On the other side, Lu Jincheng put down his cellphone and, for the remaining time, he uncharacteristically listened attentively to the class.

He stared at Teacher Guo Minjie on the stage, unable to take his eyes off her.

This woman had two distinctly different faces, and the contrast brought him a special kind of mental pleasure.

In public, Guo Minjie was a mature, beautiful, intellectual, and elegant youth instructor at Nanhu University, always maintaining a sense of distance from her students.

But with him, she gave and took freely, even showing signs of submissiveness and skill.

Perhaps Lu Jincheng’s movements were too apparent, so as soon as class ended at noon and he followed the crowd out the back door, he saw Zhong Ruixi standing at the front door, arms crossed, sizing him up.

Her delicately beautiful cheeks bore a rather strange expression.

"What do you want to eat for lunch? The cafeteria or go out?"

Whenever they had third or fourth period public classes in the morning, the two who usually weren’t in the same classes would end up in the same classroom.

Thus, having lunch together after class had naturally become a routine.

"Whatever."

Zhong Ruixi pursed her lips, clearly in a slightly off mood, maintaining a distance of about a fist or two from him.

Today, she hadn’t tied her hair into a ponytail. Her hair draped over her shoulders, carefully combed to each side, slightly covering her forehead.

Zhong Ruixi wore a beige knitted sweater, with two velvet strings loosely tied at the chest, and a camisole made of snow chiffon inside for layering.

The design of the knitted sweater was particularly delicate. Although the strings seemed casual, they exceptionally gathered at the waist, emphasizing a full and towering figure.

Combined with her crossed long legs, even Lu Jincheng, who had been accustomed to her various styles since middle school, couldn’t help but admire.

His Bai Yueguang, whether in terms of dress sense or bodily grace, was evolving continuously, exuding a unique charm.

"How about the small hotpot at Cafeteria Three?"

"Fine."

"Or the chicken rice near the Contemporary Apartments?"

"Up to you."

After three repeated nonchalant responses, a straightforward guy definitely couldn’t pretend any longer.

Even a fool could see that the girl beside him was unhappy.

"What’s up? You seem to be upset."

As the corridors filled with people after class, Lu Jincheng pulled her into a shaded area with a smile and asked.

"You were quite serious in class today, didn’t sleep, didn’t play with your phone, just propped your chin and watched."

"Do I have a problem for studying properly?"

"No, there’s no problem, but it’s a public class, Marxism..."

Zhong Ruixi’s voice sounded like it was suppressing some emotion.

"I’ve never seen you listen so attentively in professional classes."

"Other teachers aren’t as good-looking as the instructor, didn’t you notice she looked different from before?"

Lu Jincheng certainly understood what she meant, wrapped one arm around her shoulders, and chuckled.

"What’s different?"

Zhong Ruixi bit her lip, and the beauty mark beneath her eyes seemed to flutter with her eyelashes, filled with confusion.

She couldn’t discern it, fledglings won’t understand the allure of a slightly mature woman.

She wouldn’t comprehend what constitutes the charm nurtured by experience, what is a long-neglected body being fulfilled, what is a healthy glow from within.

Without experience, naturally, she wouldn’t understand.

It’s normal not to understand.

The subtle youthful charm and allure she carried, visible in her waist’s sway, were akin to a mature middle-aged woman or an experienced flirt.

The subtle changes in her expressions could only be discerned by those who have been through similar experiences.

"She’s become prettier, ah. Teacher Guo might not be as beautiful as you, but she’s a pleasure to look at, classical charm like someone out of a Chinese painting..."

Lu Jincheng raised his eyebrows and honestly started to explain.

"..."

Zhong Ruixi glared at him, half annoyed, half amused.

"You... you’re just lecherous, aren’t you? Even staring intently at a female teacher ten years older than you, not looking away for two whole periods!"

Hilarious.

Lu Jincheng grinned.

"If you’re not lecherous, how would you know I didn’t look away for two periods? Weren’t you watching me the entire time?"

"..."

Zhong Ruixi stomped her foot in frustration, punched him on the shoulder, and intended to walk ahead without speaking to him, but Lu Jincheng firmly held her in place.

"Hey? Who told me they wouldn’t get jealous anymore?"

The man wrapped his arm around the tall girl from her shoulder to her waist, leaning forward and whispering in her ear.

"It’s not that I’m jealous of her. And even if I were, I obviously know who I should really be jealous of."

Zhong Ruixi pouted, her delicate cheeks showing a hint of helplessness.

Using the instructor as an excuse – who would really get jealous over a woman nearly thirty?

Lu Jincheng was only eighteen!

Given the differences and gaps, it seemed impossible.

What really upset and bothered her was the contradiction between Lu Jincheng’s growing need for recognition and status and the uneven emotional progress.

He also said, due to his unique professional nature, he was surrounded by many girls, and it really couldn’t be helped.

Unpassable.

But couldn’t he give her a bit of security?

Couldn’t he maintain some boundaries with other girls?

Persuading herself under such premises not to feel jealous was destined to be a long and difficult process.

Clearly surrounded by many beautiful girls, yet even staring intently at the instructor...

It wasn’t that Zhong Ruixi was being small-minded or inconsistent; anyone would get upset in her place.

"Being jealous, who should I be targeting then?"

The two walked shoulder to shoulder on the path to the cafeteria, the man knowingly asking.