Paranoid Doctor Only Loves Me
Chapter 119 - 097 Doctor Lu’s Variety of Invitations (3 more, additional) _1

Chapter 119: 097 Doctor Lu’s Variety of Invitations (3 more, additional) _1

Tang Su quickly shook her head after hearing that.

She wasn’t desperate to get married to such a degree. It wasn’t easy to reunite with Lu Han, and she hadn’t even enjoyed the sweet feeling of being in love before jumping straight into marriage; she also felt that it wouldn’t be worth it, okay?

She was only twenty-four years old, and she was very clear that getting married was not the end, but the beginning.

Once married, she would have to face the endless pressure from both elders to have children. After one child, it would certainly be another, and so on.

She wasn’t afraid of marriage; being with Lu Han didn’t scare her at all.

But she was afraid of giving birth and afraid of children.

She feared pain, liked other people’s adorable kids, but might not like her own children fussing around her.

The cousins from her father’s side, who married early and had children right after, would gather during festivals. Those who were married would complain about the inconveniences of marriage and the naughtiness of the children.

Hearing these little ones making noise, Tang Su also felt her head getting big.

And the children who came to the bookstore to read, Tang Su thought they looked like little angels, sitting quietly and reading their books.

Tang Su also knew that just because others could have little angels, it didn’t mean she necessarily could.

Liking children yet being afraid of giving birth—these two seemingly contradictory feelings happening to Tang Su at the same time seemed quite reasonable.

Lu Han had thought things through thoroughly, which is why he had asked her that question.

Unexpectedly, it had caused the girl to run a fever.

Remembering that the girl’s fever was because of him, Lu Han felt quite guilty. This girl could actually be a bit more confident around him.

He liked her a lot.

He wasn’t sure if his feelings for her were definitely stronger than hers, but they were certainly not less.

"Is shaking your head about not wanting to get married, or not wanting to marry me?" Lu Han pressed on.

Tang Su: "..."

Neither.

"Dating without the intention of marriage is hooliganism. I don’t want to be a hooligan to you. Don’t you want to be one to me?" Lu Han asked again.

Tang Su’s expressions were too vivid. Doctor Lu found it a bit addictive to tease her. What to do?

"I’m not, Lu Han." Tang Su hurriedly denied.

When had she ever said she wanted to be a hooligan to him?

Soon, Tang Su noticed the smile spreading at the corners of Lu Han’s mouth. Understanding that he was teasing her, she felt he was being quite wicked.

The waiter brought their side dishes and vegetable porridge one after another. Tang Su had originally thought the vegetable porridge would be like the usual kind made at home.

But when the vegetable porridge arrived, Tang Su realized it wasn’t just vegetables; the waiter mentioned it was based on chicken soup and also contained some shredded chicken.

There was indeed meat, they did not deceive me.

Tang Su ate happily, thinking that she would take the opportunity to try every kind of clay pot porridge in their restaurant someday.

Both were hungry, so Tang Su served two bowls of porridge, leaving Lu Han to polish off the rest.

Tang Su finished all the sausage and eggplant herself. Lu Han only got a couple of bites, begrudgingly given by Tang Su.

The leftovers that could be taken away were eaten halfway; Tang Su asked the waiter for a takeaway box and packed up the edamame and the braised platter.

Tang Su planned to put Xiaomi in the pot for cooking porridge before going to bed at night, setting the time so that when she got up, the Xiaomi porridge would be ready. That way, the side dishes would be saved for tomorrow morning’s Xiaomi porridge.

The arrangement was perfect.

Seeing that she really wanted to pack away the leftovers, Lu Han didn’t say anything.

Miss Tang, who was frugal and thrifty, had outstanding personal qualities.

As her boyfriend, he should naturally support her.

In the end, Tang Su went to pay the bill, and Lu Han didn’t argue. In the future, Miss Tang would manage the household, and he would be responsible for "eating soft rice."

A man who can eat soft rice relies on his abilities to do so.

After Tang Su paid, she took the two bottles of drinks given by the owner and handed one to Lu Han.

The owner of this porridge shop was really good at doing business—two people come to his place to eat porridge, spend a few hundred, and when paying the bill, you get two bottles of drinks and a couple of candies, small favors that make the customers extremely happy.

If she hadn’t impulsively ordered extra side dishes, it could have been over a hundred cheaper.

In the end, Tang Su concluded that when going out, it’s still not good to make decisions while upset.

Both were full and Tang Su wanted to take a walk to aid digestion. As the riverside park was nearby, Tang Su suggested taking a stroll in the park. Lu Han checked the time and reached out to feel her forehead.

The temperature was a bit high; if she was exposed to the wind for too long, she might have a fever again that night.

"Next time you come, there’s a flower shop over there. Miss Tang treated me to some delicious clay pot porridge, and in return, I ought to give Miss Tang a bouquet of roses,"

Tang Su: "..."

Just say you want to give her flowers, why bother with this reciprocity thing?

Is Doctor Lu such an indirect and guarded person?

Receiving flowers, especially from someone she liked, made Tang Su’s heart thump wildly, of course, she was looking forward to it.

Lu Han led Tang Su by the hand into the flower shop. The florist, a thirty-year-old woman, saw the two holding hands and immediately understood their relationship, enthusiastically recommending a bouquet of eleven red roses from her shop.

Undivided affection—these two were clearly in the throes of passionate love.

The owner was both perceptive and eloquent. The bouquet of eleven red roses she packaged, complete with two cuddly bears nestled together, adorned with additional decorations and interspersed chocolates, cost Lu Han nearly three hundred yuan, and he bought it.

Spending 288 yuan on eleven roses, aside from the five or six pieces of edible chocolate, seemed incredibly impractical to Tang Su, as the roses wouldn’t last more than a few days.

It’s more sensible to save that money for their next porridge outing.

Having accepted the flowers, Tang Su played it coy, "Doctor Lu, since it’s the first time you’ve given me flowers, I’ll accept them. But next time, let’s not buy flowers. They’re indeed expensive, and most importantly, too impractical."

"So you don’t like them?" Lu Han raised an eyebrow.

Which girl doesn’t like receiving roses?

If girls disliked roses, their prices wouldn’t remain perennially high.

Especially on special occasions, the prices of these items are driven up by men and women who value the sense of ceremony.

Lu Han, however, didn’t mind. It’s not as if he bought them every day; a sporadic indulgence wasn’t a big deal.

The most important thing was that Tang Su was happy.

"I do like them. There’s just so much that I like, but one can’t have it all, can they?"

"Well, you could make a wish and try," Lu Han said with a smile, looking at her.

Tang Su: "..."

Tang Su didn’t want Lu Han to overexert himself. He was so busy with work every day, earning money through hard toil.

She genuinely didn’t want him to spend his hard-earned money on products that weren’t worth it.

Yet, it seemed that Lu Han didn’t really mind at all.

It was as if making money was easy for him, almost effortlessly so.

Forget it, they would slowly communicate about this. They were just starting their relationship, and a little extravagance once or twice was understandable. Later on, when it came to day-to-day living and dealing with household necessities, things would probably change.

With that in mind, Tang Su reminded herself not to dampen the spirits by bringing up such dispiriting subjects at such a happy moment.

Lu Han drove back to Tingzhu Building, and when they arrived upstairs, it was already 9:30 pm. The roast duck he had bought was still there, "Do you want to eat a duck leg?"

Whether to eat a duck leg or not was secondary; it was still early, and Lu Han thought about inviting Tang Su over to his place.

This girl knew his home’s passcode, but he knew that unless he invited her himself, she would never take the initiative to enter his home on her own.

"Eat again?" Tang Su touched her slightly bloated belly, feeling slightly round at the moment. Then she caught sight of Lu Han’s obsidian-like shining eyes and realized that he was inviting her over to his place.

Tang Su’s cheeks turned red again, and she nodded in agreement, "Um, okay, I’ll just have one duck leg."

"It doesn’t matter if you can’t eat," Lu Han said, leading her towards his home.

At his front door, Lu Han didn’t move, letting Tang Su enter the passcode. She hesitated, thinking it wasn’t quite proper.

Seeing that Lu Han truly wanted her to type in the password and that he was serious about it, Tang Su nervously complied.

0628.

Easy to remember.

Tang Su hadn’t expected to recall the passcode so vividly.

After entering, Lu Han fetched a pair of dark grey slippers and a pair of fluffy, pink cotton slippers from the shoe cabinet for Tang Su, "The floor is cold, put these on, don’t go barefoot."

"Okay," Tang Su obediently agreed.

"Have a seat, I’ll go boil some water for honey water, okay?"

"Okay, thank you."

"You’re welcome."

Lu Han placed his phone on the coffee table in the living room, turned on the TV, handed the remote control to Tang Su, and placed a jar of crisp heart candies in front of her. There were oranges, tangerines, and bananas in the fruit bowl on the coffee table.

Then, Lu Han headed to the kitchen to boil water.

Just as Lu Han had filled the electric kettle with water in the kitchen, the phone he left on the coffee table began to ring.