Other aspects of her health were good.
Once the doctor had completely left, Shen Jing promptly bit Zhou Luchen’s chin.
Zhou Luchen was rather heartless; he hadn’t heard a thing the doctor said.
There he goes again, she thought, blaming for being too delicate.
Once Shen Jing’s fever subsided, she moved back to Yunding No.1.
She hired a private doctor for daily house calls. During those days, she didn’t go anywhere. She either lay in bed sleeping, lounged on the couch stroking her cat, or nestled in the kitchen watching the maid cook.
Zhou Luchen’s habit of returning ho only after midnight changed; he now ca back right after finishing etings at the office.
If he didn’t return, the little vixen, who was ill at Jinwu, would be unwilling to take her dicine on ti.
The traditional Chinese dicine she took for her health, she always complained, was too bitter.
Only when Zhou Luchen stepped through the door would Shen Jing pinch her nose and gulp it down.
The little cat, perched on the bar counter, OWED twice, obediently keeping her company.
As soon as Zhou Luchen set down his car keys, he opened his arms. "Co here."
Shen Jing, barefoot, leaped gracefully onto him, clinging to his waist like a boneless creature, and even the cat pounced into his embrace along with her. This happened every day.
At first, the cat could only sit by the man’s expensive, gleaming leather shoes, OWING and looking up. Only when Zhou Luchen gave a sign would the little cat dare to jump into his arms.
He was fussy about shedding fur; any suit that ca into contact with the cat would be sent away, never to be touched by him again. President Zhou was utterly obsessive about cleanliness. Despite the cat being so adorable, he would only touch it when he was in the mood.
When Zhou Luchen was in a good mood, he would carry her into the living room and might even hold her cat too, pampering them both.
He would place them both on the bar counter, then glance at the dinner. If it wasn’t to his taste, he wouldn’t touch it, forcing the maid to remake it.
His palate preferred mild flavors, but even with a diet of light dishes, he didn’t always fancy the sa bland porridge.
The maid found it challenging, but the generous salary ensured she patiently catered to this young master’s picky palate.
Shen Jing told the maid, "He’s naturally fickle and capricious; his tastes change daily."
Zhou Luchen gave her bottom a mischievous pinch. Only when he saw her squirm and pout prettily did he, satisfied, straighten his suit and head directly for the study.
His frequent returns and the composed, proud smile that often graced his lips sotis gave Shen Jing the illusion that they were a real couple.
「Lately, they had been sleeping in separate rooms.」
She hadn’t fully recovered from her illness and needed to recuperate.
Zhou Luchen hadn’t disturbed her. He was probably unaccustod to sharing a bed if nothing was going to happen. He often worked late into the night, sotis remaining in his study until dawn.
He smoked silently, one cigarette after another, his gaze fixed on the night view beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, his eyes dark and profound.
The phone on the desk vibrated again; the sa text ssage reminder for the second ti.
"You don’t want to co back to the country, do you? Then sort out the won around you properly, got it?"
Zhou Luchen took a harsh drag from his cigarette, the smoke so strong it made him cough lightly. Without turning, he asked, "What is it?"
He knew Shen Jing was passing by the study; the door was open a small crack.
Hearing his voice, Shen Jing boldly pushed the door open, pulling her nightgown tighter around herself. "There are several guest rooms. Aren’t you going to sleep?"
He crushed the half-smoked cigarette into a blue and white porcelain ashtray. "You get so rest. I’m not going anywhere tonight."
Sensing his foul mood, Shen Jing murmured an "Mm," closed the door, and left.
It was always like this, she thought. She rarely understood Zhou Luchen’s emotions.
Sotis, even soone as clever as Shen Jing couldn’t fathom his thoughts, especially those unfathomably deep eyes that were so hard to read.
All she truly understood was that he was an extrely indifferent person at heart.
It was like the security guard downstairs who was suddenly fired by his employers, simply because he wasn’t doing his job properly and was paying too much attention to the hoowner’s activities.
Behind that dismissal was a single phone call from Zhou Luchen to the chairman of Yunding No.1.
Zhou Luchen’s perceptiveness was chillingly acute. When his car left the garage, the security guard would watch him intently, opening the gate far too promptly.
The dia didn’t even follow his affairs, he likely thought. So why was a security guard prying into his privacy?
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