“Ah, help!” An Ke, still half-asleep, thought she was drowning and quickly stood up in the bathtub.
“Did I tell you to come here and sleep?” Jun Hao looked at her with a faint smile, watching her wet clothes cling tightly to her body: “Wash yourself properly. In fifteen minutes, I don’t want to see you looking this dirty.”
Such a person could smile even when angry, no wonder he moved unobstructed in the business world. At this moment, she had an impulse to see what was behind his smile.
“Why are you doing this to me?” Not hearing Jun Hao’s response, she continued: “I know you look down on people like me. Why do you keep making things difficult for me?”
“I never need a reason for what I do.” He turned and walked out the door: “Rest assured, no one will come in with me here.”
An Ke was not someone who would obediently listen, following him out of the bathroom: “That’s precisely why I’m not at ease.”
“If you want me to help you wash, you can come out,” Jun Hao said without turning back, his gentle voice brooking no argument.
“You…” An Ke knew someone like him would do exactly what he said, so she retreated.
“An Ke, these clothes are prepared for you,” Lin Sao appeared in time, and An Ke was overjoyed.
“Having you here is good,” An Ke excitedly hugged Lin Sao.
“Go wash quickly, I’ll wait outside,” Lin Sao wanted to put her at ease, and An Ke gratefully nodded.
Half an hour later, An Ke finished washing and went out, seeing Lin Sao waiting but no sign of Jun Hao.
“Miss An, please come this way. Your clothes will be taken care of,” Lin Sao’s tone had become distant again.
“Lin Sao, why are you being so formal with me?” An Ke looked at her suspiciously. Lin Sao had been fine before her bath, but now she seemed different. Was this another of Jun Hao’s tricks?
Lin Sao seemed to sense An Ke’s thoughts and said calmly: “This has nothing to do with the young master. You are a guest, I am a servant. Miss An, please follow me. The young master is waiting in the living room.”
“Lin Sao…” An Ke swallowed her words, quietly following Lin Sao, her dislike for Jun Hao growing.
She didn’t know what words Jun Hao would say to her this time. Arriving in the living room and not seeing Jun Hao immediately made her feel much more relaxed.
“Miss An, please wait. The young master will be here soon,” Cheng Hua reported formally, then left with Lin Sao.
An Ke looked at the incredibly large hall. Though she had been here before, she was too nervous to look carefully. Now she couldn’t help but observe carefully. The hall was spacious but not luxurious, with several world-famous paintings on the walls. In the center was a set of sofas and a coffee table. The table had a pink floral print, with elegant curved legs and decorative patterns, very delicate. An Ke stood for a long time without seeing anyone, and the entire hall felt empty and lacking vitality.
Xian Xi, just stepping through the door, was somewhat surprised to see An Ke. An Ke also saw him enter, and they simultaneously asked: “What are you doing here?”
Xian Xi quickly recovered, shrugging: “I’m staying at a friend’s place. What about you, miss?”
“I…” An Ke was instantly embarrassed, truly not knowing how to answer.
“These clothes suit you well, you look even more beautiful,” Xian Xi laughed, changing the subject, though not untruthfully.
A sky-blue high-necked sleeveless knit sweater, her black straight hair casually draped over her shoulders. A black striped pleated skirt revealed her white, slender legs. The fresh, natural outfit made her even more charming.
“Um… thank you,” An Ke sincerely thanked him for his two unintentional helps.
“What are you thanking me for?” Xian Xi looked at her, feigning confusion.
An Ke looked at him, showing the most genuine smile in recent times: “I just want to thank you.”
“I remember saying this morning we’d meet again if fated, and look, we’ve met so quickly. Don’t you think we’re quite destined?” Xian Xi’s blue eyes fixed on An Ke, extending his right hand.
This was the prince from a fairy tale, his smile genuine and heartfelt, slightly playful but not unpleasant. At this moment, An Ke forgot where she was, pushing the demon Jun Hao from her mind. She extended her right hand, and they shook hands friendly, chatting happily.
“You’re back,” they heard a voice and simultaneously looked towards the door, seeing Jun Hao slowly walking in, his face bearing the usual faint smile.
