After the meal, everyone was a bit tipsy, and Mr. Lu instructed the driver to take them home.
Watching them get into the car, Han Xi and Mr. Lu then returned to the villa.
Han Xi changed her shoes at the entrance and headed to the dining room to help Sister Zhang tidy up.
"Madam, I can handle it myself. It's already late, you should go rest."
"It's alright, I'm not tired."
Han Xi rolled up her sleeves and was about to pick up the dishes on the table when Mr. Lu lifted her up horizontally from behind.
Her face flushed as she lightly slapped him: "What are you doing? Put me down, quickly."
Sister Zhang, understandingly, slipped into the kitchen.
"Let me tell you about my first love upstairs."
"Who wants to hear about your first love? I don't care."
Han Xi admitted she was jealous, thinking of how Mr. Lu had been involved with another woman before her made her particularly upset.
She knew she was being a bit petty and melodramatic, but she couldn't help feeling jealous.
