Chapter 30 Chapter 30 What do you want?

"You're welcome. You can invite anyone to join us." Chen Yuchu's voice was deep, calm yet filled with a magical charm that made people dazed.

As he spoke, he leaned closer, almost to a safe distance, as if to show the seriousness of his words to her.

Yan Jiu curled her little finger, and a vibration suddenly came from her palm. She swallowed and replied, "Okay."

Then, taking advantage of this opportunity, she slid her finger across the screen and entered the password.

It’s news about Xiang Tianjiao.

Xiang Tianjiao: [I saw the strawberry mark on your chest. Please keep it up. I hope you are happy.]

The first sentence is so witty that it makes you want to hit her, while the second sentence is so sincere that it makes you cry.

The curled eyelashes at the end of her eyes trembled slightly. She wanted to say something, but her fingertips paused.

Strawberry marks on the chest?

Yan Jiu subconsciously glanced at Chen Yuchu and glared at him unhappily, a glint in her eyes. This man had no control over himself and had been tormenting her for a long time.

This made her wear a round-neck T-shirt this morning to cover up the eye-catching red patch on her chest.

I didn't expect that I would be seen.

Yan Jiu's expression was so vivid that it instantly filled Chen Yuchu's regret. He glanced at the lit screen calmly, his originally cold eyes gradually darkening.

His gaze shifted from the phone screen to the collar of his T-shirt, and he suddenly stretched out his long fingers to stroke the soft fabric. Perhaps it was because people like him never appeared frivolous at any time or place, and even such movements were profound and elegant.

His warm fingertips traced the shape of the red mark, and his eyebrows softened subconsciously.

Her slender body was tense, and the cold dial made Yan Jiu feel a little uncomfortable. Moreover, her heartbeat had already exceeded the normal frequency. She couldn't remember the exact value, maybe 60-100?

And she seems to have soared to 150, or even higher.

This was a touch that had already exceeded the safe distance.

A hint of rouge appeared on the snow-white skin at the corners of her eyes, and her clear pupils trembled. She clenched her fingers, trying to appear calm, "Don't be like this."

A low laugh echoed from my ear, a little muffled and hoarse, "What do you want?"

These words sounded like flirting, and in a closed space, ambiguous emotions were always more likely to breed.

Glancing at the girl's flushed face, Chen Yuchu calmly retracted his finger bones, straightened his body, and resumed his dignified and solemn appearance.

The woody aroma that lingered at the tip of my nose slowly faded away, and the skin that was touched through the clothes seemed to still be hot, as if someone had lit some unquenchable fire on it that must burn to the end.

Yan Jiu opened her lips, but quickly pursed them. The words could not come out. She did not dare to reply to Chen Yuchu, as if if she replied, something would be completely out of her control, and would be hotter and more lasting than this unquenchable fire.

Chen Yuchu's calm gaze also withdrew with his body, and he said calmly: "I'll get some medicine to rub it on you when we get back."

Listening to his calm words, Yan Jiu's wet eyes trembled.

She subconsciously looked at the slender jade-like finger bones, and couldn't help but think of everything that happened last night, which was somewhat unbelievable.

People like Chen Yuchu can actually use the fingers they usually use to sign to do this kind of thing.

She quickly averted her gaze as if burned, lowering her eyes slightly. She didn't want Chen Yuchu to help her apply medicine, not to mention what kind of medicine to apply to such a mark, and she was too embarrassed to ask the doctor.

The car sped and soon arrived at the villa.

The driver informed the housekeeper Yu as early as the time of departure, and dinner was already prepared at home.

Chen Yuchu was served Diana steak. Perhaps because the work discussion went well today, he seemed relaxed. He slowly unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled them up halfway up his forearm. The veins on the back of his hand were clearly visible. He personally went to the wine cellar to select a suitable bottle of red wine. His slender fingers grasped the glass and raised it to Yan Jiu.

Butler Yu arranged the dining table very romantically. Chen Yuchu and Yan Jiu sat facing each other, with the scented candles burning in the middle casting a warm yellow light with a light and pleasant natural fragrance.

Yan Jiuqing raised the orange juice in her hand as a return of the favor. She had been eating light meals these past few days, and the kitchen had prepared a mashed potato and shrimp salad for her, which was very appetizing.

The large dining room seemed rather empty, with only her and Chen Yuchu in it. Chen Yuchu's slender figure was like a tall, upright tree rooted in the solid earth. Under the gorgeous lighting, his face looked even more calm and cold.

In the past, when he wasn't around, Yan Jiu had always been uncomfortable with the dining room. It was so large, so loud that she couldn't even hear him. After a while, she started to get a little scared. She always invited Yu Yinghui to join her.

Yan Jiu's family conditions were not bad, otherwise her family wouldn't have had the money to send her abroad. But compared to the Chen family, it was still far behind.

She could never adapt to this villa or life in the Chen family.

This discomfort stems from her past life and the habits she had developed since childhood.

Just like now, Chen Yuchu did not feel uncomfortable at all in such a large space. He leaned against the back of the chair with his legs crossed, gently shaking the red wine glass. The watch on his wrist reflected a cold and luxurious light, and his posture was calm and dignified.

He has lived such a comfortable life since he was a child and has never lacked anything.

No matter how luxurious the place is, it is just a foil for him.

"What are you thinking about?"

The clear voice came clearly through the dim and flickering candlelight.

"Nothing," Yan Jiu shook his head. Even if he explained this to a gifted kid like Chen Yuchu, he probably wouldn't understand.

"Tomorrow is your mother's birthday party. Is there anything I should be aware of?"

The girl opposite had a hint of sadness on her fair cheeks. Her hands were placed under the table, as if they were tightly clasped together. Under the light, her soft body looked even more slender, like a beautiful and tender jasmine flower, white and fragrant.

Chen Yuchu put down his glass, the rich wine swirling on his tongue. He stared at Yan Jiu's palm-sized face and sparkling almond eyes, and said slowly, "You are the future mistress of the Chen family. You don't need to pay attention to anything."

Yan Jiu was stunned, not daring to respond. The outside world was already betting on who would inherit the Chen family. With the old man still around, where did Chen Yuchu get this certainty from?

If anyone else said this, Yan Jiu would definitely think that he was blindly arrogant, but since it was Chen Yuchu who said this, she couldn't help but think more about it, and was even a little afraid that he was saying this now in order to silence her, his wife whom he didn't even know well.

This was a bit like the TV dramas she had watched before, where the kidnapper let people see his appearance because he had no intention of releasing the person and would kill him after taking the money.

Chen Yuchu noticed the changes in Yan Jiu's face, looking at her eyes flickering, her expression of wanting to say something but holding it back, a smile appeared in his deep eyes. He had never known that his wife was so lovely.

So cute that it is more tempting than the red wine in his hand.

His thin lips curled up, a hint of mischief flashed in his eyes, and his gentle voice flowed out slowly, "Are you scared?"

"What am I afraid of?"

The person opposite suddenly raised his voice, like a rabbit that had been stepped on, with all its fur standing up.

But she soon lost her courage, lowered her head weakly, and muttered softly: "Okay, I am afraid."

Her long and thick eyelashes drooped low, like the fluttering wings of a butterfly, or like a dandelion floating in the air. A woody scent and a faint aroma of red wine came from the tip of her delicate nose.

Yan Jiu raised her eyes blankly. She had never thought that the dining room and dining table, which were so spacious for her, could be reached by Chen Yuchu in just a few steps.

Chen Yuchu's gaze fell on her smooth black hair, which had a beautiful swirl on top. His eyes held a hint of inquiry as he slowly opened his lips, his voice calm, "Why are you scared?"

The gentle woody aroma made people feel relaxed. Yan Jiu bit his lip, and a mist appeared in his clear eyes. "Except for grandma, no one seems to like me."

After hearing Yan Jiu's answer, Chen Yuchu was silent for a moment. His gaze moved down to her moist eyes and her lips that were bitten and a little red. He did not respond to her casually with any words.

“Maybe one day you’ll find that other people’s likes or dislikes don’t really matter.”

Yan Jiu silently repeated these words in her heart. The warm light made her skin look white and translucent. She lowered her eyes, her mind was blank for a moment, and suddenly a sentence flashed through her mind.

So, does it not matter whether he likes it or not?

Her fingers were tightly clenching her T-shirt, and her whole body seemed to be soaked in the pervasive woody fragrance. Yan Jiu's eyes trembled, and a little red appeared at her ears. She was not sure if she really wanted to know the answer to this question.

Yan Jiu swallowed hard, pretending to smile nonchalantly, "I know, I'll do it. I want to go play with Ping An for a while."

Without waiting for Chen Yuchu's answer, she stood up quickly. She didn't want to appear to be running away, so she repeated "exhale, inhale" in her mind, straightened her slender back, and slowly walked towards Ping'an's room.

She felt a deep gaze on her back, always following her like a shadow, but she didn't dare look back, for fear that she would really ask that question.

Maybe if she asked, their relationship would not be able to remain as peaceful as it is now.

Yan Jiu couldn't tell what she wanted.

Chen Yuchu's deep black eyes looked at Yan Jiu's back intriguingly, as if he discovered for the first time that her back was thin and weak, and her frame was a little small, as if he could easily hold her with one hand.

He lifted his long legs slightly, revealing the distinct lines and texture in his straight and crisp trousers. In just a few steps, he caught up with the slow-moving girl and stopped her from moving forward. His sharp jawline paused, his deep black eyes lowered, blocking her way like a towering mountain.

His gaze fell dimly on Yan Jiu, his bony long fingers clasped her waistline, and clear words flowed from his thin lips, word by word, "Apply the medicine."