Chapter 2043: Movie Emperor Han Gets Jealous (1)

Zhuang Xuejun finished the phone call, took the eggs out of the pan, and as she turned with the tray in her hands, she saw Han Luoqi standing behind her with a green face.

That look, as if he was looking at a wife who had strayed.

Zhuang Xuejun shivered inexplicably, "What... what are you looking at?"

Han Luoqi’s face was dark for two seconds, then he suddenly smiled, walked over and took the tray from her hands.

"Why did you make these?"

"Woke up feeling a bit hungry, so I got up to make breakfast."

"Why didn’t you call me to do it?"

"No need, it’s rare for you to have a holiday, so rest more. It’s not a heavy task. I can do it myself."

Han Luoqi felt somewhat guilty, he really shouldn’t have been sleeping so soundly.

"What’s not done yet? I’ll do it."

"All done. Have you washed your face?"

"Yes." As Han Luoqi responded, he helped her to sit down.

It was a very warm and ordinary morning, yet he felt somewhat distracted.

He silently swore to himself that whether he had work or not in the future, he would set an alarm.

Han Luoqi tastelessly chewed, frequently glancing at Zhuang Xuejun.

She ate quietly, elegantly as usual, yet there was a bit more cheerfulness than usual.

It was clear that she was in a good mood.

Han Luoqi took a heavy bite of toast, wondering what she was thinking about to make her smile so gently. Was she thinking about the man she just spoke to on the phone?

Already pregnant with his child, yet still flirting with other men. Does she have any awareness!

Feeling unsatisfied, he ate aggressively and deliberately made noise.

Despite his intentionally loud noise, Zhuang Xuejun still didn’t notice his peculiarity.

The Greatest Best Actor Han was boiling inside, and with a clank, the milk glass beside his hand was "accidentally" knocked over and fell to the ground.

Milk splattered everywhere.

Such a loud noise finally caught a certain woman’s attention.

She looked up and merely gave Han Luoqi a faint glance, "I’ll clean it up."

Han Luoqi, "..."

Seeing that Zhuang Xuejun had already stood up, he quickly stood up too, "What are you doing? You’re not here as a maid. It’s not your job to do these things. Sit down."

Pressing her body down to sit, he resignedly went to grab tools and cleaned the floor.

Only then did he sit down again.

Zhuang Xuejun had been quietly watching the whole time and finally cautiously asked, "What’s wrong with you?"

"Nothing, just slipped my hand." Han Luoqi waved his hand, showing indifference.

Zhuang Xuejun pursed her lips and remained silent.

Unable to hold it in, Han Luoqi finally set down his bowl and chopsticks and asked, "Are you going out today?"

Afraid she would say he eavesdropped, he added, "I just overheard you were going out."

"Yes, a friend is returning to the country today, I’m going to pick them up from the airport."

"Oh, really, what friend?"

He intentionally made it seem like idle chat, appearing casual.

"A senior from university."

"Does your senior need you to pick him up from the airport? Are you very close?"

"Yes, during my freshman year’s registration, he was the one who guided me."

National Arts University has an unwritten rule that for those freshmen who have already debuted, because they often need to shoot films, they’re afraid their studies will fall behind. So, a senior or a mentor is arranged for one-on-one tutoring.

Zhuang Xuejun started as a child star, signed with an agency at a young age, and naturally someone would be assigned to guide her.

"If I’m not mistaken, you graduated from National Arts University, right?" Han Luoqi asked.

"Yes, a student from the 25th class of National Arts."

Han Luoqi raised the corner of his eyes, "25th class? What a coincidence, I’m from the 24th class."