Cheng Xiaohua blinked, her face a picture of confusion, feeling a bit like she was falling apart inside.
So she had just mistaken two people who were almost like "family"... for sothing else.
Oh, she suddenly felt like slapping herself...
He Jinxia coughed a few tis and said, "Sister Xiao Hua, Sheng Yan ca early, he hasn’t had breakfast, could you help go out and buy so?"
Cheng Xiaohua quickly nodded, "Sure, I’ll go right now!"
Without needing any prompting, she sprang up and dashed out, and in just a few seconds, the room returned to its usual quiet.
He Jinxia smiled faintly, thinking about sothing, and said helplessly to Sheng Yan, "Sister Xiao Hua isn’t usually like this, she is quite reliable. You suddenly coming to see might have surprised her too much, so she was a bit flustered..."
Sheng Yan let out a faint "hmm," "I know."
He didn’t want to talk about others and instead asked, "How’s your health?"
He Jinxia was taken aback for a mont, then touched her forehead, which was slightly warm. She said uncertainly, "I might still have a bit of a fever, but it’s nothing serious."
Sheng Yan’s eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly, "Maybe?"
The next second, he leaned slightly forward and extended his long, jade-like hands to touch He Jinxia’s forehead.
A few seconds later, he scowled and briefly spat out two words: "Quite hot."
He Jinxia felt slightly uncomfortable. She wasn’t used to such closeness, but now it was a modern society, touching a forehead didn’t an much.
She was more caught up in his last remark. A trace of doubt flashed across her eyes, and she touched her forehead again, muttering, "Is it really that hot? I only feel a little bit."
While feeling her forehead, her fingertips accidentally touched Sheng Yan’s fingers.
Sheng Yan’s gaze darkened subtly, and very calmly, he caught He Jinxia’s hand, naturally taking it off her forehead as he said in a low voice:
"You are sick, not just your forehead but your whole body is hot, so you can’t quite feel it. Where’s the thermoter? I’ll take your temperature."
He Jinxia said blankly, "In the cabinet under the TV in the living room."
After Sheng Yan left, she imdiately looked down at her right hand. Just now, she and Sheng Yan...
Held hands?!
Her heart suddenly started beating faster. He Jinxia couldn’t quite na the feeling—it was strange yet familiar, similar to when she first t that top scholar of the Capital in her past life, thumping rapidly.
But she couldn’t recall what that scholar looked like; they hadn’t seen each other for years.
In that era, n and won couldn’t et privately, and that scholar was very self-disciplined, seldom attending frivolous events.
At that ti, she thought she was going to be sold by the nanny when suddenly she received news that the top scholar wanted to marry her, and she was going to have a splendid wedding.
Unfortunately, by the ti she died, she never saw that scholar again. Reborn in the modern world, whenever He Jinxia dreamt at midnight, she would recall the happenings of her past life, observing them as if she were an outsider.
He Jinxia couldn’t help but pinch her hand, sighing softly in her heart; being a woman in that era was indeed a tragedy.
She was just lucky to be in the Red Building and touted as the Oiran, while the nanny forbade her from contacting n, requiring her to act rely as an artist when summoned.
Despite being a woman of the demi-monde, she was raised like a lady of a wealthy household. What was this, really?
In modern terms, the Red Building had intentionally trained her this way to offer a novelty, waiting for everyone to find her fresh and appealing, so that when the ti ca, she would sell well.
"What are you thinking about?" Sheng Yan’s voice suddenly ca.
He Jinxia returned to her senses and shook her head, "Nothing."
Sheng Yan didn’t like the expression He Jinxia had worn a mont ago, her face full of deep worries — he preferred the look of a "beauty with a smile" rather than that of a "beauty in sorrow."
He sat down, saying lightly, "Overthinking damages the health, don’t think too much. So things, once past, should be let go. Obsessing over them serves no purpose."
He Jinxia looked up at Sheng Yan, her eyes curving into smiles, revealing the crescents below, and said, "Sheng Yan, you really remind of a relative."
Before Sheng Yan could respond, she hurriedly added, "Like my mom."
Sheng Yan glanced at her, lifted what looked like a pistol—a thermoter—and touched her forehead with it. After hearing a "beep," he remarked, "Are you finding this amusing?"
He Jinxia, with wide eyes and an earnest sincerity, replied, "No, I truly think so."
Sheng Yan looked at the temperature display on the thermoter, 37.5 degrees, still a slight fever, and replied indifferently, "Your acting has slightly improved, but it’s still too fake."
He Jinxia shrugged, turned her head away, and remained silent.
But in the next second, her head was covered by a broad palm, which left He Jinxia stunned imdiately.
With all seriousness, Sheng Yan rubbed her head, his tone light, "At least there’s so improvent. Well done, this is your reward."
He Jinxia felt her ears begin to heat up, and slowly, her entire face felt warm.
Without turning her head towards him, she muttered slightly resentfully, "Who gives a head pat as a reward? Am I a puppy?"
Does he even know that you shouldn’t just casually touch a girl’s head!!
Since she hadn’t turned around, He Jinxia didn’t see the smile that flitted across Sheng Yan’s eyes.
Sheng Yan withdrew his hand, asking calmly, "Then what reward would you like?"
He Jinxia felt embarrassed—she wasn’t a child, what kind of reward did she need?
Just as He Jinxia was racking her brain for how to reply without sounding awkward, Sheng Yan suddenly asked, "Are you free at the beginning of February?"
He Jinxia instinctively turned to look at him, her eyes wide and questioning, "What?"
Sheng Yan’s heart skipped a bit faster.
He turned his head slightly away and avoided He Jinxia’s gaze, his hand lightly tightening as he calmly said,
"I have a runway event in M country at the beginning of February. February is the fashion week in M country, quite famous in the fashion world. I have an invitation slot, would you like to co and see?"
He Jinxia was slightly stunned.
She had heard about Fashion Week from Tony. Ever since the Aishang ribbon-cutting event, Tony had been hoping she would make a good impression on Aishang so that it would be relatively easier to get an invitation to Fashion Week through them in the future.
According to Tony, each year’s Fashion Week is a jubilee of various luxury brands. That month brings together the world’s most top-tier fashion resources.
Passersby on the streets are dressed in the most popular outfits of the ti or in unique garnts that express individual personalities. There, one could even see the future trends in fashion...
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