Wei Qinghuan screamed, seemingly forgetting she had just been overtaken, and hugged Lin Xiaoman tightly, crying loudly: “Congratulations!
It’s truly wonderful!”
The others around them also gathered, congratulating Lin Xiaoman.
Lin Xiaoman, who in her previous life had received awards without much feeling, now found herself unexpectedly moved, her eyes glistening with tears, perhaps infected by the atmosphere or the little crybaby in her arms.
This was her first genuine gratitude since crossing over. It felt good to be standing here.
After the awards ceremony, Lin Xiaoman received a text from Ji Zhixian that he was coming to pick her up.
Today was the day she would leave the dormitory and move into Ji Zhixian’s home according to their contract.
After packing her things, she went to the underground parking lot. Just as she emerged from the elevator, a black sedan’s headlights flashed, stopping steadily in front of her.
The car door opened, and a cold, handsome man stepped out. Ji Zhixian strode to her, said nothing, and directly took her luggage, opening the car door for her.
Lin Xiaoman stepped forward but wobbled due to her painful ankle.
Ji Zhixian quickly steadied her, his gaze falling on her swollen ankle, which looked more inflamed than when they left the hospital. His face darkened as he placed her luggage in the trunk after stabilizing her.
Lin Xiaoman sat in the passenger seat, waiting for Ji Zhixian to return. She glanced at his face, which seemed even colder than usual.
Just as she was about to speak, she found her foot uncomfortable and tried to adjust her position. However, the front seat was too small, and she couldn’t stretch her foot.
Ji Zhixian suddenly turned and leaned towards her.
Lin Xiaoman, caught off guard, sat there stunned.
Ji Zhixian was almost completely over her, so close she could smell his crisp, pleasant scent, so close she could see his reed-like long eyelashes and her own reflection in his eyes.
Lin Xiaoman frowned, about to speak, but Ji Zhixian suddenly reached behind her seat and adjusted something. She felt the seat lean back, creating more leg room, no longer as cramped as before.
“Thank you.”
Ji Zhixian sat back, started the car, and along with the engine’s sound came his indifferent voice: “Why didn’t you use spray?”
