Back at the villa, the elevator ascended to the rooftop, with doors slowly opening to both the left and right.
Qian Xuan said to Liu Zhizhong, "Support God, a moment in a summer night is worth a thousand gold, have a pleasant time!"
After he spoke, he gave a gentle smile, which was the epitome of warmth, modesty, and politeness.
Liu Zhizhong really appreciated it and could only nod helplessly, "Okay, thank you Mr. Xuan. Mr. and Mrs., good night?"
"Alright, good night!" Qian Xuan waved his hand grandly as a farewell.
Luo Shuxiu simply looked over, her eyes soft with encouragement as she nodded at Liu Zhizhong.
Liu Zhizhong understood her gaze but maintained a steady appearance, nodding, "Okay, good night!"
After all, Qian Xuan, in a wheelchair, indeed could not see the eye-contact between his wife and Liu Zhizhong. Sigh...
Liu Zhizhong exited the elevator, passed through the guest hall, and went straight back to his room.
In the room, a wispy scent of lavender was diffusing, soothing one's spirit pleasantly.
Shi Jing had already adjusted the lights to the appropriate setting, creating an ambiance that was both visibly and subtly dim, which stirred a certain warmth in the blood.
At this moment, Shi Jing had shed her professional attire and donned a loose, pure white nightgown, mid-length.
She had been sitting on the sofa, but stood up to greet Liu Zhizhong when he returned.
As she stood, the white dress fluttered lightly, the peaks beneath her heart stirring, her long, glaring white legs truly dazzling.
Liu Zhizhong involuntarily took a sharp breath, wondering if his professional attire was too restrictive on her, making her now so buoyant?
For he truly saw, the flesh at her bosom, prominently outlined, noticeably contoured amidst the peaks.
Shi Jing merely glanced at Liu Zhizhong, then shyly turned away, lowering her voice, "You're back?"
It was hard to imagine that this icy woman could display such shyness.
Liu Zhizhong subconsciously swallowed, nodding, "Yes, I'm back, have you been here long?"
Shi Jing merely nodded and walked towards the immensely comfortable bed.
That turn highlighted her tall silhouette, the enticing contours of her beautiful hips. Under the light, her healthy pale skin was truly mesmerizing.
Ah, a capable woman indeed has a distinct aura!
Liu Zhizhong coughed twice, then said, "So... Jingjing, are you planning to sleep?"
Shi Jing turned only once she reached the bed, then sat down on it, saying, "At this hour, aren't you supposed to sleep when you come back?"
Liu Zhizhong shrugged, a bit awkwardly, "It's just… we…"
Ah, even someone as eloquent as Demon Liu felt somewhat at a loss for words at this moment.
Shi Jing's face also reddened slightly, she bowed her head, unsure what to say.
Liu Zhizhong had no choice but to sit down on the sofa, took a moment to collect his thoughts, then said, "Actually… when Mr. Xuan arranged this, I refused because it was unimaginable."
Shi Jing looked up, offering a rueful smile, "But what can you do? What can I do?"
"It seems there's nothing we can do. After all, in this world, someone as dominant as Mr. Xuan is irresistible to us small folks. I just feel, a bit sorry for you…"
"It's okay. This is my job, he is my master, and a servant must obey the master's commands. As long as they don't send us to our deaths, all commands are valid. Plus, our compensation isn't low, naturally the job demands are matching."
"That you think this way eases my mind a bit. So..." Liu Zhizhong paused, then asked, "Are you... married or... dating someone? I'm sorry, I'm not prying into your private life, just... haha, trying to lighten the mood a bit..."
Seeing him , resembling a shy young man, and his voice exceedingly pleasant, true to Mr. L, Shi Jing couldn't help feeling a bit amused, relaxing more.
She said, "I got married last year, but my husband..."
She suddenly stopped, remembering work discipline, and did not continue.
However, her eyes briefly betrayed a sadness that quickly vanished.
Liu Zhizhong absent-mindedly asked, "What happened to your partner?"
"Oh, it's nothing..." Shi Jing, strong as ever, blinked and then said, "He's gone."
Liu Zhizhong became depressed, and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I really shouldn't have asked that. I didn't mean to hurt you, I apologize."
"It's really fine, it's all in the past. People need to look forward, right?"
"Yes, exactly, look forward. Fortunately, you now have this job, and in a year or two, you'll be able to leave. By then, your financial situation should be quite good, which is nice." Thıs content belongs to 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢•𝓷𝓮𝓽
"I guess so! These days, money is really hard to earn. Not like you, Mr. L, with your billion-level traffic celebrity status…"
"You flatter me, it was merely a coincidence..."
As they chatted , both gradually relaxed.
After all, interaction and communication between people are necessary; otherwise, some matters might feel too abrupt, right?
Matters of emotion are matters of art—they can't be rushed or impatient, can they?