“Xiaomei said… you took care of me all night? Thank you!” he said.
Hearing his thanks, Shuijing’s face blushed, her eyes wide.
This pig head! What did he mean?!
Originally slightly shy, Shuijing now glared at him.
A bewildered Guan Longji looked at her anxiously, his eyes seemingly asking: What did I do wrong this time?
He… didn’t remember what happened last night… No! Early this morning?
Shuijing felt angry, amused, frustrated, and somewhat relieved.
“You… said some things last night that I didn’t understand… seemed like French? And Byron’s poetry… Don’t you remember?” she probed.
Guan Longji frowned, trying hard to recall.
“Never mind! Don’t think about it. I was just casually asking,” Shuijing said.
All her efforts yesterday… No! Early this morning, rushing him to shower and return to the master bedroom, washing the guest room bedsheets early to avoid gossip.
Her heart was also uneasy, afraid he might use the intimate encounter as a weapon to overturn their year-long separation agreement – she wasn’t ready to forgive him, considering it more like a probation!
They’d only been separated for four months! Forgiving him so easily would be spineless!
Recalling those heated moments, Shuijing’s face burned.
She began considering her future, carefully evaluating her separated husband from a wife’s perspective.
A lingering doubt prompted her to ask, “By the way, why was Secretary Lin with you yesterday?”
She wasn’t jealous, just didn’t want to be kept in the dark! Shuijing told herself internally.
“She brought a new chest pin,” Guan Longji said briefly.
“For whom?” Shuijing asked softly.
“You,” he answered.
Shuijing nodded slightly, “I guess she volunteered to take care of you when she saw you were sick, right?”
“Yes.”
Shuijing interlaced her fingers, her expression both smiling and not.
Was this workaholic business tycoon truly naive or just pretending?
Although she had always despised smooth-talking, honey-tongued playboys, someone like Guan Longji, who was as taciturn as gold and as oblivious as a goose, was equally infuriating!
”Is that so! Is this for me? Not for some other mistress outside?” she asked with a fake smile.
The goose seemed to sense a hint of danger, carefully putting down his chopsticks and answering: “It’s really for you, you can check the previous records.”
