Ye Fan was a simple, unrefined man, so he couldn't comprehend Shen Lu's sentimentality. He just chalked it up to what he assumed was a woman's emotional nature.
He'd overheard it before. In the Mercenary Corps, there were always a few scumbags who liked to play around with women, confidently spouting their "understanding" of them during idle chatter.
Ye Fan had inevitably overheard a few things. He didn't remember much else, just the line that "women are emotional creatures."
The next morning, the first thing Shen Lu did after getting up was check the weather.
'Phew. Good, the rain has lightened up to a drizzle.'
She had exhausted herself yesterday, and her body was still a little sore today. Shen Lu didn't feel like cooking, so Cai Su made a simple noodle soup for breakfast.
Just as the water started to boil, Wang Daguo arrived with Mrs. Fang and her son.
