To Love You Again

"Why is there a pillow, a book, and a badminton racket? Do you want to play and read?" Was it supposed to be lunch?

"Oh. This. The pillow is for you if you feel uncomfortable for sitting for so long on the ground. These-" Linfeng pointed at the book and the badminton- "in case you got bored." Actually, it was on every list that Linfeng searched in the internet about the picnic. So he thought that he should bring it for precaution.

Xiong Zhi picked up the book. 

"Don't worry. I will never be bored if I'm with you." She said it casually while reading the synopsis of the book.

Linfeng stared for Xiong Zhi for a while then he sighed.

His young miss casually says things that made his heart thumped fast.

"Zhi'er. Didn't I tell you to not say those things like they were nothing?" Linfeng said gently to Xiong Zhi. He wanted to really teach her that those words should not casually be said.

Xiong Zhi stopped reading the book and looked at him.

"Why not? I mean those things."

Thump.

Linfeng sighed again. He continued opening the container to cover his embarrassment and his loud beating heart.

'I should get used it. Get used to it..'

"Gasp." Linfeng heard a gasp from Xiong Zhi.

Xiong Zhi's eyes were sparkling. She took a sniff and smelled the first container that was opened.

It was her favorite food, Spinach Pesto Pasta with Shrimp, that was the special course of Linfeng. Actually, all the food that Linfeng cooked was her favorite. 

But this one was the very first one that Linfeng cooked for her in the past life.

In the past, all the food to her taste the same. They were good, barely appetizing, and she could manage to eat half of every serving. Their chef was an expert after all. 

However, when Linfeng cooked for her for the first time, which was the Spinach Pasta Shrimp, she tasted it differently. It was so delicious that she managed to finish the whole serving. Linfeng applauded for her saying that he would cook things for her so that she would fatten up.

She remembered what Linfeng said at that time.

"I think of it because you are too pale. You are light-headed sometimes and faltered a bit. I figured you're anemic. Spinach and shrimp are good for you."

And the Linfeng of the present said the same thing.

"You're too pale. Eat a lot of spinach and shrimp. Try it." Linfeng gave the plate that was already half full of food.

Xiong Zhi accepted the plate. Her hands were a bit shaking. She scooped one spoon and tasted it.

It's delicious. 

Xiong Zhi chews it.

They were so delicious that it brought tears to her eyes.

She thought she would never taste it again.

She thought she would never meet the person who cooked this again. How she wished this cooking in those painful three years.

Xiong Zhi scooped one more. It was delicious than she remembered. It's a bit salty. But it was because of her tears.

"Zhi'er? Why? Is something wrong." Linfeng went to her side and worriedly inspect her.

Xiong Zhi shook her head.

"It is so delicious that I cried."

'It was because you cook the first food in both lifetimes.'

Linfeng used his clean handkerchief and wipe her tears.

"And you cook this just for me." Xiong Zhi continued.

'And it both has the same reason.'

Linfeng then wiped Xiong Zhi's mouth that had a bit of pasta sauce. He sighed.

"I'm planning to deliver you food every lunch. But if you're going to cry in every food that I cook, I might be discouraged to not do it again." 

Xiong Zhi'eyes went a bit wide. She started to complain and compromise.

"Why? I love your cooking. I won't cry next time." 

Xiong Zhi who has red eyes that were a bit wide and who had an expression of 'I won't do it again ' was really cute. So cute that Linfeng gently tapped her nose.

"I'm just joking. Of course, instead of eating other people 's food, it's better to eat healthy and trusted foods made by me. You will get healthier."

Xiong Zhi face suddenly lit up.

Finally! Linfeng finally touched her nose!

It would then turned into poke, then pinch, and finally, a kiss on the hair or forehead.

(A/n: the stages of Linfeng's intimate gestures. )

Xiong Zhi was happy that her eyes were sparkling.

"Alright. I'll only eat your food at lunch." Xiong Zhi promised.

Linfeng was satisfied that he got that promise. He nodded.

"Good. If people try to shove things in your mouth, no matter where it came from, even it came from the Lu family, it cannot be trusted. I observed yesterday, that you like that cheesecake a lot. I will make one for you. So don't leech on their food."

Linfeng tried to brainwash- no- lectured Xiong Zhi.

Xiong Zhi nodded like a peac.o.c.k.

She would now taste Linfeng's cook every day. 

Linfeng opened the other containers. They were side dishes and desserts.

Xiong Zhi enjoyed being served by Linfeng. She enjoyed every food. She felt like she had not eaten for ages. She finished all the food that Linfeng brought to her plate.

Linfeng was smiling as he served food and sometimes wiped Xiong Zhi's mouth from time to time.

They enjoyed this little lunch that they spent alone together.

*****

The Xiong Ci (second mansion) villa was located at L City, two cities away from the capital.

The maids and butlers were jittery. They had been cleaning the same spot for a while. The atmosphere in the mansion was tense and everybody was on edge.

Clash. 

Breaking glasses and things being thrown at the ground was resounding in the South wing.

Xiong De was hurrying together with his butler.

"Are you sure that dress is made with fine gold and red rubies?" He asked the butler beside him.

"Yes, sir. It was made by a famous designer second only to Mr. Cang. The dress is a bit different in design but it would sure suit Young Miss' taste." The butler explained as he wiped his sweat.

He had just fled from China to Paris a day ago. Without rest, he came back with good news. They managed to find something good like the Golden Time dress.

He just really wished that the young miss would like it.

The door opened. The maids ran off from the room. Some of them were wounded because of the sharp glass. 

The moment Xiong De entered, he noticed that some of the expensive vases and furniture disappeared. Xiong De knew what fate those vases had.

"Daddy!"

A disheveled figure who was still wearing her nightgown ran to him and gripped his clothes.

"Why did you let that bitch take away my dress?! She already took my rights! Why she had to take my dress! It's mine! We have to get it back!" Xiong Wuyue cried and screamed.

Xiong De massaged his forehead. He just came from the meeting. He was really tired. Now he got the news that his beloved daughter had been throwing food and keep rejecting to eat and attend her interviews.

Xiong Wuyue was thinner than before. It had been days since she locked herself in her room and have been throwing tantrums ever since the night of IAmFashionista. 

Even the famous magazine producer invited Xiong Wuyue to have an interview about her experience as the model of the year who represented the three dresses from the world-known IAmFashionista, Xiong Wuyue did not budge and she became more aggressive.

How could she not be angry? When just a mentioned of a certain dress made her think of a smirk of a person who mouthed 'that dress is mine'? She was so infuriated that she wanted to throw everything that she touched to that bitch. She wanted to erase that smirk. She wanted to badly peel it off.

"My daughter. That dress is not good enough for you. You already wear them once. Just think about it as you give your used dress to her. Is she so pitiful? She wastes 20 billion for a dress that you used once." Xiong De put his words in a very persuasive manner. 

Actually, he had no way to get back that dress. Aside from that, the price was so high that Xiong De felt it would be a huge loss if he was the one who bought that dress. The dress was also safely hidden.

Besides, the whole world knows that Xiong Zhi owned that dress. It would be bad if he stole it and would be discovered in his daughter's closet.

Xiong De's words were very effective. It sounds so good in Xiong Wuyue's ear. She thought about it. Her father was right. She already wear it once so Xiong Zhi wearing it would be like the bitch took her garbage and recycled it. 

Seeing that Xiong Wuyue stopped crying and was considering his words, Xiong De strikes to make Xiong Wuyue's mind got off the dress.

"My daughter is smart. And for your reward for doing a good job recently, father has a gift for you. It was better than that dress."

Xiong Wuyue's eyes returned to life.

"Really? Where is it?"

Xiong De ordered his butler to get the dress.