Chapter 146: When your hair reaches your waist, I will not let you down

Today, the two elders of the Xu family came back from abroad. After Xu Yixiu had lunch in Repulse Bay, Jiang Shixin came to pick her up and take her home.

The company had finished its work these days, so instead of continuing to rest at home, the two of them went to work at the company in the afternoon.

Following Xu Xian's words, Jiang Shibai went to work wearing a sweater and a down jacket. There was nothing special about his clothes, except that the temperature had risen today and everyone in the building was wearing autumn coats.

His unusual attire was really eye-catching, as if he was unaware of the temperature today, and he attracted a lot of attention.

Of course, there are people with insufficient qi and blood who are afraid of the cold and wear coats, but no one wears down jackets.

Apart from the paleness of his lips, the man didn't look sick at all, which led many people to talk behind his back about how Mr. Jiang had lost his physical senses overnight.

The people in the secretariat finished handling a round of matters and took a break. They gathered in groups of three or four to discuss this matter.

Tu Xue stirred her coffee cup with a spoon and sighed softly, "This is the first time I've seen President Jiang wrapped up like a zongzi. The temperature today is enough to wear autumn clothes."

"Even when the weather was the coldest, I never saw President Jiang wear a down jacket. It's so abnormal." Zhang Xiaoxiao followed her words.

"I don't deny that Mr. Jiang looks super handsome in his black down jacket, but not only does he wear it, he also zips it up tightly. Doesn't he feel hot?" Huo Wen glanced at the sunny weather outside the window.

The central air conditioning in the room was not turned on for heating, not to mention how hot it was standing outside.

Xu Xian felt a little uneasy sitting at his workstation. After all, it was partly her responsibility that people were talking about him.

Too much concern leads to confusion.

If you don't come to the company, you won't feel it. The man is a walking clothes rack. The long black down jacket makes him look tall and slender, which makes it easy for people to ignore the type of his clothes.

But when I arrived at the company and stood with everyone else wearing autumn clothes, the strange feeling was particularly obvious.

She rarely felt a bit guilty, and she weakly defended him, "I just went in to deliver some documents, and I saw that his lips were pale, and he was coughing twice. It must be that the temperature difference in the past two days is a bit big, and he has a cold and a fever."

His condition seemed to be improving in the morning, but he started to cough slightly as soon as he got to work.

She didn't say anything nonsense.

"It's possible. The temperature difference has been big recently, and many people have colds and fevers, so my mother went to the hospital for an IV drip." Tu Xue nodded in agreement.

She paused and continued, "I seriously doubt that this is Mrs. Jiang's masterpiece. Otherwise, given Mr. Jiang's personality, he probably wouldn't wear it."

Xu Xian: “…”

There is no need to guess so accurately.

"Mr. Jiang is probably henpecked." Zhang Xiaoxiao agreed.

After chatting for a few minutes, they returned to their respective positions to continue finishing their work. They would be on vacation in two days, and the work at hand had to be completed before the New Year.

When he entered the office to deliver documents, Xu Xian deliberately stood in front of him and looked at him carefully.

Is he henpecked?

The office had its own heater on, and his down jacket was placed on the sofa. He rarely wore light-colored clothes, and the white sweater made him look elegant and gentle, lacking a bit of calmness and seriousness.

His short black hair was carefully gelled with hairspray. When he lowered his head to sign, the fine strands of hair on his forehead drooped slightly, softening his sharp facial features.

It seems that no matter from which angle you look at him, you can't describe him as henpecked.

Jiang Shibai signed the document and raised his eyes to meet that naked gaze. The beautiful fox eyes were filled with confusion and stared at him straight.

Seeing him looking at her, her bright eyes flickered slightly, as if there was light floating in the darkness of her eyes.

As the temperature warmed up, she wore a champagne-colored silk shirt with a bow ribbon at the collar. The hem of the shirt was tucked into a calf-length skirt. It was a typical urban beauty outfit, with a curvaceous figure and charming allure.

The ordinary and simple clothes looked particularly attractive on her. The cuffs were rolled up to her forearms, revealing her snow-white skin. Her straight, porcelain-white calves were even more conspicuous under the black hip skirt.

Jiang Shibai's eyes dimmed slightly as he closed the document on the table and handed it over. Xu Xian reached out to take it, but he held the document in his hand without moving.

Xu Xian lowered his eyes to look at the document, his tone puzzled, "What for?"

"I should ask Secretary Xu this question! Are you trying to do something bad to me by staring at me all the time?" Jiang Shibai raised his lips with an intriguing smile, loosened his grip slightly, and the document fell into Xu Xian's hands.

His slender fingers landed on the pure black tabletop and tapped twice slowly, his movements gentle and silent.

He has a superior appearance and noble air, and even the way he taps the table is very elegant.

Xu Xian's eyes fell on his bony hands. He was not surprised by his ability to turn the tables and laughed leisurely. "Even if I wanted to do something bad to Mr. Jiang, you wouldn't be able to do anything in the near future!"

She was sure that Jiang Shibai would not do anything to her because he had a cold.

She had already verified this during lunch. Usually when she drank water before meals, Jiang Shibai was so greedy that he insisted on drinking the water in her cup.

But at noon, he was acting out of character. Not only did he not drink her water, he even used the serving chopsticks.

Jiang Shibai laughed. No unusual behavior could escape her eyes.

He didn't dare joke with her health for fear of infecting her with the cold.

"You're sure I feel bad for you."

The man's tone was calm and doting, his eyes were affectionate and tender, as if he was saying sweet words of love.

Xu Xian's ears felt uncontrollably hot between his hair, and he pretended to be calm and said, "If Mr. Jiang has nothing else to do, I'll leave first."

She had a lot of work waiting for her outside and had no time to argue with him in the office.

Jiang Shibai's eyes flashed, and he called out to her, "Wait."

Xu Xian stopped turning around, his eyes clear and his tone businesslike, "Mr. Jiang, is there anything else?"

"My head hurts a bit. Secretary Xu, please rub it for me." Jiang Shibai frowned unintentionally, pinching his eyebrows with his fingertips, his face pale.

Xu Xian was skeptical when he heard this. Why did he suddenly have a headache?

She had reason to suspect he was pretending.

She didn't know the purpose, but it was definitely not good.

Seeing that she was unmoved, Jiang Shibai's lacquered eyes flashed with an unknown smile, so quick that no one noticed. He leaned back in the office chair, looking weak and powerless.

His cold expression softened a bit, revealing a pitiful expression, and his tone was also pitiful, "My dear, I have a headache."

After saying that, he coughed a few times deliberately, and the corners of his eyes turned red.

The loose white sweater makes him look even more fragile, and adds a touch of childishness to his gentle and refined temperament.

A man's coquettishness is the most deadly poison.

Even Xu Xian, who has a heart as hard as iron, is no exception.

She walked around the office as if possessed by a ghost and stood behind him, her white fingers resting on his temples.

The strength of the fingertips is just right, neither too light nor too heavy. The technique cannot be called professional, but it is gentle and careful with a moderate degree of tension and relaxation.

She rarely gives massages to others. In the past, when she had a headache from drawing design drafts, she would rub her solar plexus to relieve fatigue. She has some experience in this.

The technique is not important, what is important is that she is the one massaging the Taiyang acupoint.

A corner of the room was quiet and peaceful, with a faint rose scent lingering in Jiang Shibai's nostrils. The smell was processed so that it was not particularly strong, but the faint floral fragrance was pleasant, filling his seemingly clear yet confused brain.

That was her unique scent, not the leisurely perfume, but the body fragrance that emanated from her inner self.

The smell is very unique and makes you feel at ease just by smelling it.

The man's eyes were half closed, his posture was lazy, and his face showed a rare sense of comfort and joy as he enjoyed the ultimate massage brought by his lover.

He didn't lie, his head did hurt a bit, most likely because he was overusing his brain before he fully recovered from his illness.

After only one minute, Jiang Shibai stopped her because he was worried that she would get tired from standing.

The two of them simply moved to the sofa. Maybe it was because of his illness, but he was no longer as steady and composed as before, and turned into a complete spoiled child.

He insisted on lying on the sofa, resting his head on Xu Xian's legs, and letting her rub him.

It was rare for a man to show weakness, so Xu Xian thought for two seconds and then let him go. After all, he was a patient and needed more tolerance.

Xu Xian placed his fingers on his temples again, controlling the strength to massage. This time, Jiang Shibai did not close his eyes to pretend to be asleep, and his dim gaze fell on her face.

There is no doubt that she is beautiful, with exquisite facial features that are beyond words, a pretty face that is charming and cold, and an indescribable sense of purity that is inadvertently revealed.

He liked her eyes very much. They were clear and transparent, without any stories left by the years. They were so clean that he didn't dare to look directly at them for too long, for fear that the worldly calculations in his eyes would taint hers.

The years are quiet and good.

The tall man seemed to have lost his ferocity as a wolf, and became as obedient as a sheep in the woman's arms. His arrogance and aloofness disappeared, and he became as gentle as water.

The woman's head was slightly lowered, and her brown curly hair fell naturally. The curled ends of her hair inadvertently fell on the man's angular face, moving with her tiny movements, like a feather tickling.

Jiang Shibai pinched a strand of hair with his well-proportioned and slender knuckles, playing with it in his hand, his hoarse voice unable to conceal his doting.

"Guaibao's hair is really well taken care of."

Every day before going to bed and getting up, he would see her massaging her scalp with a comb. The hair care process was complicated, with many different methods and steps.

Seeing this, Xu Xian raised the corners of his lips slightly, spoke clearly, and said in a delicate tone, "I have put a lot of effort into it. If I can't take good care of it, all the money will be wasted."

She likes to keep her hair long, and if she doesn't take good care of it, it will become frizzy.

I am usually surrounded by urban beauties at work, but I can’t show myself in public with unkempt hair and dirty looks.

"I remember there is a saying from the ancients, 'Will you marry me when your hair reaches your waist?'" Jiang Shibai smiled meaningfully, his phoenix eyes fixed on hers, a look that was difficult to understand flashing across his face.

Her hair is almost down to her waist.

Xu Xian paused his hand movements, bit his lower lip, stared at the man on his legs, and said nothing.

After a while, she regained strength in her fingers, and her voice was refreshing, "Mr. Jiang, but I am already your wife. Isn't it a little late for you to confess now?"

She wasn't quite sure what Jiang Shi meant by that. It was clearly a confession before marriage, so it was a bit strange that he said it out of the blue.

Jiang Shibai smiled but said nothing after hearing this. He pondered for a moment and said, "It's never too late to say this. Marrying you is my lifelong wish. Whether it comes true or not, it will not affect my wish."

"Actually, I want to say something else to you."

He paused deliberately, staring at her with deep eyes, not wanting to miss any change in her mood.

Xu Xian didn't stop massaging this time, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he seemed to have the answer in his heart.

A glimmer flashed in her clear eyes, and she smiled warmly. As if she couldn't guess, she asked, "What's the other sentence?"

Jiang Shibai had noticed the fluctuation in her eyes, and the two of them, knowing each other well, were in tacit agreement.

He entwined a strand of hair with his fingers, caressing the distinct strands with his fingertips, and spoke in a hoarse, steady voice, "Xianxian, when your hair grows to your waist, I will wear a red wedding dress that will not let you down."

"So are you ready for my wedding?"

Are you ready to make your relationship public?

The conflict between them last night was not resolved and no one mentioned it.

They had never sat down and had a serious discussion about when to end their secret marriage. They hadn't even decided on a specific time, and the day of making it public was nowhere in sight.

Greed is human instinct. Jiang Shibai is becoming more and more dissatisfied. He wants an exact date and answer.

Xu Xian didn't avoid his straightforward and clear gaze. He stopped rubbing his solar plexus, his thoughts wandering.

No one in the old house knew about their secret marriage. Grandma often mentioned the wedding matters, asking them not to be busy with work and to prepare early.

She even suggested that they didn't need to do it themselves, as she and Sister Shi Xin could handle everything.

Every time Xu Xian couldn't resist the old lady's kindness and could only accompany her in the discussion. Fortunately, after Jiang Shibai intervened a few times, grandma probably saw that the two really had no plans to hold a wedding at the moment, so she gave up the idea.

In fact, her design career went quite smoothly. In the early stage, she could also take care of secretarial work, but she had to give it up in the later stage.

But she hadn't really thought much about when they'd go public.

The romantic atmosphere suddenly became quiet, the two looked at each other, and no one spoke again.

Xu Xian saw the anxiety and anticipation in his eyes, and pursed his thin lips nervously into a straight line.

He cared about her answer.

Suddenly, her bright red lips curled up into a smile, and she said with certainty, "Spring is the season when all things come back to life, and my hair will also reach my waist."

"Mr. Jiang will get what he wants."

She made a definite promise.

Jiang Shibai's breathing stagnated slightly, his heartbeat stopped suddenly, and joy appeared in his usually calm eyes. He could even hear his heartbeat returning to normal, but it was very disorderly.

After a long silence, a huge smile blossomed from his pale thin lips, and the coldness between his brows was replaced by joy, like a child who got candy and was overjoyed.

He restrained his expression slightly, and slowly straightened the hair that was tangled around his fingers. His voice was clear and sweet, "Next spring, I will definitely marry you with a grand ceremony."

Xu Xian looked at his silly smile and felt inexplicably happy. Unspeakable emotions filled her chest, stirring her throbbing heart.

"Well, I'll wait for you."