Xiao Ran secretly speculated that Young Master Qian suddenly skipping work for no good reason was most likely to have some alone time with his wife in their own little world. As for the rain excuse that could fool a child, no one would believe that—it’s not like it’s raining knives.
Xiao Ran placed a one-foot-tall stack of files on the coffee table, and mentioned a few important matters waiting for his decision.
There were also empty bowls on the coffee table, and although the contents were gone, one could vaguely make out that it had been porridge. He was surprised that Shuoqian, who never ate breakfast, had actually had a bowl of porridge. It didn’t take a guess to figure out that it must have been made by his wife.
"Assistant Xiao, have you eaten breakfast? There’s still porridge in the pot," Gu Qili asked warmly from the kitchen doorway.
Xiao Ran hurriedly shook his head and smiled, "Madam, I’ve already had breakfast, thank you."
No sooner had his voice fallen than Mu Shuoqian’s words pulled back his smile.
He handed over the fashion magazine on the table and gave a brief instruction, "Get everything that’s folded made."
Xiao Ran flipped through it and noticed that Shuoqian had actually chosen five items this time, and the style was quite different from his usual choices. Compared to before, these designs were more casual and unrestrained, not as conservative as usual.
He guessed that this must be his wife’s handiwork, too.
After tidying up the kitchen, Gu Qili passed by the living room where Xiao Ran was standing and waiting for orders.
"Assistant Xiao, you’re busy, I’ll head back to my room," Gu Qili greeted politely.
Xiao Ran was about to agree when suddenly he felt a cold, piercing gaze. Thanks to his years of understanding Mu Shuoqian, he could interpret the meaning in a second.
So, Xiao Ran quickly said, "Not busy, not busy at all. My task is done. I’ll be going back now. Goodbye, Madam."
Xiao Ran left at lightning speed, so fast it was as if he had never been there.
Gu Qili retracted her surprised lips and turned to return to her room.
Behind her, with a rustling sound, a pile of files toppled from the coffee table, scattering across the carpet in disarray.
She looked at Mu Shuoqian, and he looked back at her, his face the picture of composure. Read complete version only at novel※fire.net
She knew that someone who couldn’t take care of himself, like him, would absolutely not bend his precious waist.
Gu Qili had no choice but to turn back and squat down to pick up the files one by one, and of course, she mentally sent him her regards with each one she picked up.
Mu Shuoqian, with his gaze lowered, could see the revealing curvature of her chest because of her low-cut T-shirt. This movement exposed her charms, but Gu Qili, busy picking things up, didn’t notice at all.
The pensive man’s lips curled, a wave of heat surging in his deep, dark eyes.
He knew he had chosen the lingerie because it felt very sensual and suited her to a T.
Gu Qili, having gathered the large pile of files, placed them back on the coffee table and glared dissatisfied at the man who acted as if nothing happened and couldn’t even offer a thank you. She suspected that he had deliberately knocked the files off.
Gu Qili stood up and was about to return to her room when she suddenly heard another rustling sound behind her.
The character for "wrinkle" formed on her forehead, and she turned around, roaring angrily at him, "Mu Shuoqian."
Mu Shuoqian looked at her innocently, gently massaging his left wrist with his right hand, and said quite calmly, "I got a cramp in my hand."
Eating someone’s food is to owe them a favor.
Gu Qili had no choice but to bend down again to pick up the files. She muttered to herself, totally oblivious to the ill-intentioned gaze that scrutinized her inside and out.
Beauty enough to feast the eyes.