Shi Su: "..."
She suddenly grabbed a pillow and forcefully covered his face, pressing him down onto the bed, as if she wanted to smother him, saying harshly, "What if you leave? I’m still sick!"
Jing Jihan pushed the pillow away from his face, not hurriedly getting up. Seeing her fierce expression, he sighed and chuckled, "It’s hard to restrain my emotions. The self-control I always took pride in probably becos permanently ineffective in your presence."
...
Half an hour later.
Shi Su who was feeling sleepy earlier now found herself unable to sleep. When Jing Jihan got a call from the company and went to the study, she lay down for a bit before quickly getting up to take a shower.
The bathtub in Jing Jihan’s bedroom was exceptionally large and comfortable.
Luckily, the company call ca in ti; otherwise, they might have continued discussing whether her relatives have left and whether he could still hold back.
After soaking in the bath for a bit, Shi Su felt her whole body lighter and more comfortable.
Probably because her fever finally subsided, she also ate during the day, and Jing Jihan kept reminding her to drink water. She was in a good state, changed into a nightgown that Mrs. Qin brought at so unknown ti today. She didn’t have much energy to hold up her hands and blow-dry her hair, nor was there a hair wrap for won here, so she directly wrapped her hair with a dry towel.
When she left the bedroom, she saw all the lights on. Curious, she raised her hand to clap, and the lights went out; with another clap, they turned back on.
Sure enough, all the lights here were sound-controlled, except for the bedside wall lamps in the bedroom.
Curious, Shi Su clapped several tis at the floor lamp near the sofa but found the floor lamp wasn’t sound-controlled. However, there seed to be so touch buttons on the cabinet by the door. They were not easily noticeable, and there were main switches for many electronic products, including the floor lamp.
After roaming around the living room circle, she found this place was big, but surprisingly didn’t have any extra bedrooms or guest rooms.
Suddenly, she saw a closet in the adjacent room.
She had never seen a man’s closet before and, curious, went in to turn on the light by clapping her hands. Inside, the closet wasn’t filled; Jing Jihan didn’t have a hobby of collecting too many unnecessary clothes, but actually, it wasn’t too few either. There were shirts and suits in cold, sharp colors: black, gray, white, or very pure and senior-looking linen brown.
Ties, bow ties, and cuffs were kept in an expensive and exquisite box beside them. She carefully pulled out the drawer beneath just enough to see several watches: Piaget, Patek Philippe, and so on.
Another cabinet door opened, revealing a few casual sportswear-style nswear and n’s T-shirts; mostly sporty and casual styles, she hadn’t seen him wear them, but just picturing it, one could guess how good he would look in them.
Entering here, it seed she abruptly beca aware again that Jing Jihan was the president of Yu Jing Group. All items in the closet were necessities for absolute elite individuals. There were precise requirents for what to wear and what to accessorize in different occasions, befitting his status.
But he never demanded these things. For instance, he drove a Bentley handily, despite his company parking lot having several luxury cars worth billions.
What kind of person was Jing Jihan? He seed to leave an increasingly clear and solid impression in her mind. This man was remarkable everywhere, a noticeable existence wherever he went. He was cold, noble, and distant, yet also calm and composed, low-key and approachable.
Shi Su casually picked up a delicate cuff, looking at the marks on it.
Back in the United States, she had worked part-ti in a haute couture center for suits, where an old designer specializing in expensive cuffs liked her a lot. Although she hadn’t studied design and knew nothing about it, he took the ti to teach her so thods of making cuffs. She tried making them, looked good, and was praised by the designer who regretted she didn’t study fashion design professionally.
Shi Su indeed wasn’t interested in this, never had the ti or energy to learn, but she could make cuffs.
She looked down at these cuffs and felt that Jing Jihan didn’t lack them. After watching for a mont, she gently put the cuff down.
Probably there was no chance for her to showcase this skill anymore.
After walking out of the closet, she clapped her hands to turn off the light, glanced toward the direction of the study room; the door was ajar, not closed, occasionally hearing soone reporting in a video conference through a computer screen. Jing Jihan sotis responded with a cool tone.
Mianmian was still sick, and she was too; indeed, to avoid cross-infection, they could not go back to the thirty-first floor.
But Shi Su was now extrely bored.
She had to go into the kitchen, wanting to find an apple to bite into, but upon opening the fridge, found it stocked with many fresh fruits, mostly to supplent her cold, rich in vitamin C.
Even if Jing Jihan’s physical constitution was strong, taking care of her like this, and with all the hugging and kissing... what if he got infected...
Eating more oranges or grapefruits to replenish vitamin C might help?
Having nothing to do, she took out a fresh grapefruit and began carefully peeling it in the kitchen.
Peeling grapefruit truly took ti. After finally peeling a few clean slices, she took a fruit plate from the cabinet, carefully placed them, then cut a very enticing-looking orange to set in the center. She saw fresh cherries and blueberries in the fridge, hurriedly washed them, and arranged them into a beautiful shape on the plate, then contentedly carried the fruit plate out.
In the study, Jing Jihan was analyzing the plan progress and changes in front of his laptop. Shi Su vaguely heard so data, planning, projects, improvents, and so business-related financial analysis terms. After listening for a while, realizing the content wasn’t inconvenient for her to enter, she lightly knocked on the study door and walked in.
She thought Jing Jihan’s study was similarly arranged to hers on the thirty-first floor, the laptop positioned to the side.
Entering the room, she didn’t notice the direction his laptop was facing, directly carrying the fruit plate over, softly saying, "I peeled a grapefruit out of boredom, can’t finish it myself, please help eat so."
Just as the words fell, she reached Jing Jihan’s side, about to set down the fruit plate when suddenly her motion paused. She abruptly looked up and saw the computer screen in front of the man, which, owing to her approach, had its central cara focused on her.
Shi Su’s every move was completely visible to the dozen high-level executives of Yu Jing Group engaged in a video conference with Mr. Jing, originally strict and tense eting atmosphere suddenly filled with astonishnt.
Shi Su realized there was no ti to avoid, but quickly stepped aside, turning to see Jing Jihan calmly watching her with a steady gaze, indifferent to explaining anything to the group opposite, asking, "Why didn’t you continue sleeping? Is your body okay?"
Opposite company executives: ???
What did Mr. Jing do to soone before coming over for the video conference?
...Why is the body not okay?
The usually indifferent Mr. Jing could have such explosive monts too?!
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