Chapter 284 He actually told her the password of his cell phone

Cen Lian felt the warmth in his hand and forgot to pull his hand out. He stared blankly at the man's back, his feet following him uncontrollably.

Jiang Chenyu's palm was broad and warm, and his bony fingers gently wrapped around her wrist.

He controlled his strength very well, and Cen Lian did not reject it. Instead, he felt a kind of... inexplicable sense of security.

The sea breeze blew across her cheeks, but it couldn't blow away the heat rising from her face.

She just let him hold her hand, walking on the soft sand, and followed him back to his beachfront villa.

"Wait here for a moment." Jiang Chenyu released his hand and placed the basket full of shells on the rattan chair on the porch.

Cen Lian looked down at his wrist, where his warmth seemed to still remain.

She quietly stroked her wrist with her other hand, her heart beating uncontrollably faster.

Jiang Chenyu took out a pair of brand new women's slippers from the shoe cabinet. They were made of light gray suede with a few delicate little butterflies embroidered on the uppers.

"Change your slippers. They should fit." He squatted down and placed the slippers at her feet. "I checked your shoe size yesterday and asked them to bring a size larger. Try them on."

When Cen Lian heard that he had specifically looked at her shoe size, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he looked up at him.

This is... a bit too thoughtful~

He stood up, more than half a head taller than her. His silhouette against the light made his expression unclear, but his eyes were still bright in the shadows.

"Thank you." She said softly, bending down to put on her slippers, which were just the right size.

"There's a change of clothes in the room you stayed in last night. Go take a shower first and I'll take you back. Otherwise, it's all covered in sand and I'm afraid you'll feel uncomfortable."

Jiang Chenyu's voice came from above her head, "These clothes are all new. I was afraid you wouldn't be used to them, so I had someone remove the tags and wash them in clean water."

Cen Li'an interrupted him, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised, "Doctor Jiang, are you always so... thoughtful?"

Jiang Chenyu was slightly startled, then smiled, a bit cool and handsome. "It can't be said to be always. It depends on who you are with."

Cen Li'an blushed and nodded. Not knowing how to answer for a moment, he changed the subject and said, "Then I'll go take a shower first."

"Well, go ahead. Take your time to wash. There's no rush." ​​Jiang Chenyu's deep voice carried a hint of seduction, which was very intoxicating.

When she reached the corner of the stairs, she couldn't help but look back.

Jiang Chenyu was still standing there, his eyes following her figure.

The moment their eyes met, Cen Lian quickly looked away.

On the bed in the bedroom, a light blue cotton dress was spread neatly on the bed, with matching underwear and a tweed coat placed next to it.

Cen Lian picked up the skirt and compared it on herself, and the size was exactly the same.

She carefully placed the clothes in her hands on the bed before entering the bathroom.

In the bathroom, the warm water washed away the sand in my hair and the scent of sea salt on my body.

Cen Lian'an closed her eyes, but the image of Jiang Chenyu squatting beside her on the beach kept appearing in her mind.

The sunlight gave him a golden edge. The heart-shaped conch lay in his palm, and his eyes were unspeakably gentle.

She turned off the shower, dried herself, wrapped herself in a towel, and went to the bedroom to change into the blue dress.

The woman in the mirror had rosy cheeks and surprisingly bright eyes. She had never seen herself like this before.

When she went downstairs, she found that Jiang Chenyu had also changed his clothes.

Dark grey casual pants paired with a white shirt, with the cuffs rolled up to the elbows, revealing the well-defined forearms.

He was tidying something in the kitchen when he heard footsteps and turned around.

"Does it fit? It's very pretty." He looked at her and said, his eyes lingering on her briefly, worried that she would be shy, and then quickly looked away.

Cen Lian nodded, feeling inexplicably reluctant.

"I'll get the shells," she said, turning and heading for the porch.

Jiang Chenyu had packed the shells into an exquisite wicker suitcase padded with soft white cotton cloth, and each shell was carefully placed in a different grid.

At the very top, the heart-shaped conch was placed alone.

"This way it won't get damaged," he explained, handing her the suitcase.

Cen Lian took the box, and his fingertips accidentally brushed against the back of his hand. Both of them quickly separated as if they had been electrocuted.

She lowered her head and pretended to sort the shells in the box to hide her accelerated heartbeat.

"Let's go." Jiang Chenyu picked up the car keys, his voice lower than usual.

A black Rolls-Royce parked in the driveway in front of the villa. Cen Lian sat in the passenger seat and carefully placed the suitcase on his lap.

Jiang Chenyu closed the car door for her and walked around to the driver's seat.

The car was filled with a faint scent of leather and cedar, which was very consistent with the feeling Jiang Chenyu gave her.

The sound of an engine starting broke the silence.

The car slowly drove out of the villa area and headed along the coastal highway.

As the sun sets, golden light shines on the sea, making the waves sparkle.

Cen Lian secretly glanced at Jiang Chenyu who was concentrating on driving.

His profile was well-defined, his jawline was tight, and his thick eyelashes cast a small shadow on his face.

It feels... quite nice.

Jiang Chenyu's hands holding the steering wheel have distinct joints, and he wears a simple mechanical watch on his wrist, the dial reflecting a soft light in the setting sun.

"What are you looking at?" Jiang Chenyu suddenly asked, his eyes still fixed on the road ahead.

Cen Li'an hastily looked away, his ears burning. "Nothing... nothing, I just thought you were very focused on driving."

Jiang Chenyu's lips curled up slightly. "A scalpel and a steering wheel both require the same level of concentration."

He paused. "But I'm definitely more careful today than usual."

"Why?" Cen Lian regretted it as soon as he said it.

How can she be so mean, replying so quickly?

Jiang Chenyu turned his head and glanced at her, his eyes deep. "Because... I can't help being distracted, so I can only force myself to be more focused."

These words almost made Cen Lian'an's heart stop.

She looked down and fiddled with the clasp of her suitcase, not knowing what to say.

The silence in the car was no longer awkward, but filled with a subtle tension.

"By the way, it was too late last night and you fell asleep again. I didn't have my aunt's contact information, so I told my uncle." Jiang Chenyu suddenly remembered and hurriedly said.

"What did you tell my dad?" Cen Lian was obviously shocked by him, afraid that he would say something that would cause her father to misunderstand.

Jiang Chenyu didn't answer her question directly. He held the steering wheel steadily with one hand and took out the phone from his suit pocket with the other hand and handed it to Cen Lian'an, "Miss Cen, you will know after you see it yourself."

Cen Lian hurriedly took the phone, and the man who was concentrating on driving next to him blurted out the phone password.

Without thinking too much, she quickly entered the password, opened WeChat, and looked up the chat history.

He really didn't say anything nonsense, he just said that she was with him and fell asleep because she was tired from playing, so he shouldn't worry.

Then he asked him to tell Mother Cen that he didn't have his contact information, that's all.

The words in the message Jiang Chenyu sent were carefully considered and polite in every way, making people feel comfortable reading it.

"Have you finished reading it?" Jiang Chenyu saw her relieved look from the corner of his eye, "I told you I wasn't talking nonsense, right?"

Cen Li'an handed the phone back to him. His fingertips accidentally touched his palm and he retracted them as if burned. "Um...thank you."

The car fell silent again.

Cen Lian looked at the passing scenery outside the window and suddenly realized something.

He…just told her the password to his cell phone.

Cen Lian suddenly looked up, but saw that Jiang Chenyu was still staring intently at the road ahead, with the lines of his profile coated with a layer of gold in the sunset, and he didn't seem to take this matter to heart.

Cen Lian'an opened his eyes wide in shock, but ultimately said nothing.

He just casually told her something as private as his cell phone password?

Jiang Chenyu seemed to notice that she was a little too quiet, so he turned around to look at her at the red light, "Why are you suddenly silent?"

"Ah? Nothing...nothing." Cen Lian shook his head in panic, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the edge of the wicker box. "I was just thinking about where to put these shells to look best."

Jiang Chenyu chuckled and restarted the car. "A display cabinet in the living room or a windowsill in the bedroom would be great. They'd be beautiful when the sun shines through."

The two chatted casually like this, and before they knew it, the car had entered the tree-lined avenue where the old house of the Cen family was located.

The afterglow of the setting sun cast a warm hue on the Cen family mansion, and Jiang Chenyu parked the car steadily in front of the carved gate.

He got out of the car and opened the door for Cen Lian'an, his movements natural and gentlemanly.