Chapter 135 I really struck gold
When Shi Yang saw all this on TV, his reaction was very calm.
Aunt Cui asked her anxiously several times, "Madam, how can you be so sure that the master would do such a thing? He wouldn't, would he?"
Shi Yang said in an extremely solemn voice, "He won't."
Before he left this morning, he only said one thing to her: "No matter what you hear or see, just trust me."
He told her to trust him, so she trusted him!
...
Ji Peiheng returned around 3 p.m.
He had just appeared at the door, and before he could even take off his coat, a soft touch bumped into him.
She suddenly lunged at him, and Ji Peiheng, afraid of bumping his nose into hers, wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her to the side: "So enthusiastic?"
The woman blinked her eyelashes slightly: "I can't help it, I can't be without you for a moment now."
Ji Peiheng pinched the soft flesh around her waist: "Be good, get down first."
"No, no, I don't want to."
The woman in his arms kept shaking her head, her arms and legs wrapped around the man like a koala.
Ji Peiheng had no choice but to use his other hand to take off his coat and sit down on the sofa with her in his arms.
Shi Yang sat entirely in his lap, kissing the veins on the man's neck with her lips, inhaling the scent emanating from him intensely, unable to resist.
Ji Peiheng's voice suddenly turned dark: "Don't seduce me in broad daylight."
Shi Yang blinked her eyes: "You're so easily seduced because you lack self-control."
Ji Peiheng captured her pink lips, biting them once before slowly penetrating deeper, as if savoring a delicate dessert, moving from deep to light, over and over again.
"You know perfectly well that I've never been able to control myself when it comes to you."
Their bodies pressed together, and Shi Yang's silk nightgown had been lifted up halfway, revealing a section of her slender, white waist. The man's large hands lingered on that patch of white skin, unable to tear themselves away.
"hiss--"
Shi Yang gasped, his body trembling.
Ji Peiheng stopped abruptly: "What's wrong?"
Shi Yang bit her lip painfully: "My back hurts."
Ji Peiheng looked down and saw a large patch of purplish-blue marks on the inner half of his slender waist, a shocking sight.
It's as if there's an indelible stain on a large, smooth piece of jade.
"What happened? When did this happen?" His tone became serious.
Shi Yang looked somewhat innocent: "I don't remember either."
She vaguely remembers bumping into something yesterday because she was in a rush and got emotional, but she doesn't remember it happening at all.
The pain became fully apparent this morning, and she couldn't even get out of bed at first. It took her a while to gradually adjust before she could slowly get out of bed.
"Don't move, I'll go get the first-aid kit."
Shi Yang lay on the sofa, her eyes following the man's movements.
He easily found a medicine box in the compartment under the TV cabinet.
The first-aid kit has everything: stomach medicine, cold and fever reducers, medicine for sprains and bruises, and even a lot of medicine for menstrual cramps...
In the morning, Aunt Cui applied some medicine to her and said, "I have been taking care of my husband for many years. He is in good health and never gets sick. We don't keep any medicine at home. It was only after you moved in that he bought all the commonly used medicines."
She knew that the man's kindness towards her was never just for show.
The ache in her lower back interrupted her reverie.
The man applied medicated oil to his palm and gently pushed, swirled, and kneaded it along her waist...
Once the last bit of the medicine oil had been absorbed, he screwed the cap back on and put the medicine box back in its place.
"Lie here for a while and don't move around."
"Then you stay here with me and don't go anywhere else." Shi Yang tugged at his sleeve, her eyes filled with deep dependence and longing.
She stared at him intently, as if he would disappear in the blink of an eye.
She appeared calm, but was actually extremely insecure. Ji Peiheng felt a pang of heartache: "Fine, I won't go anywhere."
Night fell, and the atmosphere was quiet and gentle.
The sound of pens scratching and the occasional rustling of pages turning came from the living room.
Shi Yang lay on the sofa, drawing with one leg up, sometimes reaching out to take a grape from the fruit plate.
Looking up, you can see the man with his legs crossed, his slender figure leaning back on the sofa reading a book.
He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and a warm light was on beside the sofa. The orange light shone on the man's brow bone, making his features appear more three-dimensional and soft.
Shi Yang stared intently, and she noticed that when she got tired of drawing, she would look up and admire the handsome man.
It's very pleasing to the eye.
Suddenly inspired, she created a new canvas and sketched the man's figure with just a few strokes. She rarely painted portraits, but she had a perfect model in front of her.
Looking at the vivid male features that had come to life under her pen, Shi Yang nodded in satisfaction. She rested her chin on her hand, biting the tip of her pen in a daze.
How wonderful, this quiet and gentle atmosphere is so blissful.
While she was drawing, she felt the urge to use the restroom.
She skipped and hopped into the toilet.
Aunt Cui came to deliver water, and glancing at it, she saw the tablet that was still on: "Oh! Madam, is this a drawing of your husband? It's so well drawn."
Ji Peiheng looked up.
Aunt Cui said with a smile, "Sir, look how much my wife loves you. She thinks about you all the time."
A bright smile bloomed on the man's lips: "I know."
...
For several days in a row, Aunt Cui would occasionally encounter police officers loitering at the door when she went out to buy groceries.
Ji Peiheng's suspicion has not been ruled out, and he remains under police control.
The Ji family allowed outsiders to speculate and convict them. They neither denied nor explained.
Ji's stock price continued to fall, affecting many projects undertaken at the same time, all of which were forced to halt.
The Ji family was completely in a precarious situation, with countless reporters gathering downstairs every day, waiting for the person in power to appear.
For several days in a row, Ji Peiheng stayed at home, neither going out nor going to work.
He devoted himself to her, never asking questions or showing any curiosity.
The storms and upheavals outside have no effect on them at all.
Shi Yang was on her period and lay listlessly in bed. She lost her appetite as soon as her period started.
I haven't eaten much all day.
On the first day of her period, her hands and feet were ice cold, and she was in so much pain that she stayed in bed all day.
Aunt Cui was just thinking about what to make for dinner when Yang was able to eat a little bit.
Sensing someone behind him, he turned around and saw Ji Peiheng enter the kitchen.
She also wore an apron around her waist.
"Sir, what's wrong?"
Watching Ji Peiheng's fluent vegetable washing movements and skillful knife work.
Aunt Cui was slightly surprised: "Sir, are you going to cook dinner yourself?"
"Yes, she's not feeling well, I'll make some soup."
Aunt Cui: "Do you need my help?"
"No need, you should go and rest."
When Aunt Cui came out of the kitchen, she turned around and glanced at the man who was busy alone in the kitchen, and was secretly surprised.
She had no idea her husband could cook.
...
When Shi Yang was woken up, he looked very unwell, with droopy eyelids and no energy.
She had no appetite at first, but seeing the steaming longan and red date tea in the small bowl on the tray whetted her appetite.
Ji Peiheng scooped up a spoonful and fed it to his mouth: "Open your mouth."
Shi Yang obediently opened his mouth, took a sip, and his eyes lit up.
I took a second sip, then a third.
"It's delicious. Aunt Cui's cooking skills are getting better and better."
Ji Peiheng used a tissue to wipe the soup stains from the corner of her lips, then scooped up a spoonful and blew on it to make sure the temperature was right before feeding her.
"It wasn't Aunt Cui who made it."
He said, seeing that she had drunk it all.
Shi Yang was even more surprised: "Could it be that you did this?"
The man remained noncommittal.
You can cook?
“When I was abroad, I was always alone, and over time I learned some cooking skills.”
Shi Yang's eyes shone even brighter under the light as she stared at him intently: "Ji Peiheng, you're capable in both business and social settings. I've truly struck gold."
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