Chapter 49 Early Morning
The next morning.
Aunt Zhang, the housekeeper, had an urgent matter and called Gu Chengyu's special assistant early in the morning.
Her niece Xiao Chen, who was skillful and had received rigorous housekeeping training, was arranged to work at Genting Apartment for a day.
Xiao Chen, wearing a neat uniform, stood at the entrance and took a deep breath.
Even though I had heard my aunt talk about it countless times, when I actually set foot on this legendary top-floor duplex in Genting, I was still shocked by the luxury and spaciousness that hit me in the face.
She looked at her nose and her nose at her heart, not daring to glance around, but she couldn't help muttering in her heart: My goodness, this place...how much is it worth?
She followed the procedures given by her aunt and started working quietly.
The huge living room was spotless, with only the scent of ebony and a faint, sweet, warm aroma lingering in the air. It came from somewhere, perhaps the bedroom.
She didn't dare to think too much and just concentrated on wiping the table.
Just as I finished cleaning up the living room area, the door to the master bedroom opened.
Gu Chengyu walked out.
The collar of his white shirt was crisp, and he looked tall, noble, and had an imposing aura.
That handsome and aggressive face lacked the usual coldness and alienation, and his eyes showed satisfaction and refreshment.
Like a lion after a full meal, lazy but full of energy.
He walked steadily and passed by Xiao Chen, and said lightly: "Don't clean the master bedroom yet. I'll call you when the person inside wakes up."
"Yes, sir." Xiao Chen quickly lowered his head and responded, his heart pounding.
The person inside? Is that the young lady my aunt said I should serve carefully?
Gu Chengyu said nothing more, took the file bag handed to him by his special assistant, and left the apartment with his long legs.
The special assistant took the breakfast box from the chef and followed the man.
After the male host left, Xiao Chen breathed a sigh of relief and began to clean up other public areas.
The living room, dining room, study... are all extremely tidy and the workload is not too heavy.
Finally, there is the dance room.
The door to the dance studio was open.
The lights were bright, as if the owner had no time to care, so they were left on.
The blackout curtains were tightly drawn.
The first thing that caught Xiao Chen's eye was the thick white carpet that covered the entire room and had top-notch texture.
At this moment, it has lost its usual cleanliness and smoothness, showing messy wrinkles from being repeatedly crushed, and deep and shallow depressions, silently telling how seriously and passionately the lady here practiced dancing last night.
Huh? Why is there a whole set of smoky-colored dresses scattered across the carpet? It's so hot, the lady must have thrown them down after dancing.
In fact, that was an emergency set customized by Gu Chengyu yesterday, and the quality is much better than the one on the set.
Xiao Chen planned to clean the side of the dance studio first. On the side bar, there was a chiffon belt of the same color. One end was still stubbornly hanging on the bar, while the other end hung down weakly, dragging on the carpet.
There was also a longer, flowing shawl used for dancing, followed by a smoky outer gauze dress, which was discarded casually and piled up randomly on the ground, forming a small hill.
Is there such a large amount of fabric for a gauze dress? Xiao Chen was a little surprised.
When I got closer, I saw a pair of exquisite little sandals, tilted to one side and the other lying alone in the depression of the carpet in the middle of the railing, with the toe of the shoe slightly sunken in the carpet.
Another one? Xiao Chen's gaze followed the carpet, and she was surprised to find it resting just below the edge of the right railing. That spot? She recalled watching videos of dancers practicing thigh flexibility. Dancers were truly different. What a remarkable level of flexibility that must have.
Xiao Chen calmed herself down and started to pack. She picked up the gauze jacket, and the things underneath were revealed.
A cold, hard, and expensive men's leather belt lay casually beneath the gauze dress, and a pair of black suit pants lay in a pile next to the belt.
When Xiao Chen saw the man’s clothes, she understood something and asked why they were so messy.
She also picked up the suit pants, and underneath was actually a girl's small clothes. The soft light pink color looked particularly dazzling and fragile against the cold and hard belt and dark trousers.
Xiao Chen's face turned red instantly. She grabbed the pink dress in a panic, and her fingertips seemed to be burned. Could it be that the male host who had just gone out with such calm demeanor and neat clothes was so impatient here last night?
For people with dirty thoughts, everything they see tastes different.
The dance room, which was originally just an ordinary place for dancing practice, has quietly changed its meaning in Xiao Chen's eyes.
The smell in the air seems to give people a different feeling.
It is no longer the orange blossom fragrance commonly used in apartments, but a sweet and warm fragrance that makes people's hearts soften.
The fragrance was so lingering and refreshing, but at this moment it only made Xiao Chen feel his heart beating faster and his breathing became a little difficult.
Her aunt mentioned that the young lady had a special body fragrance. Could this be it? And it seemed stronger than usual?
She suppressed her embarrassment and continued to clean up, her eyes turning to the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror wall.
On the carpet there, a dark gray men's shirt was casually discarded. Several buttons were broken and the collar had obvious wrinkles, as if it had been pulled and thrown away.
Next to it was the inner dress and lining suspenders of an oiran costume. The hem of the skirt seemed to have been piled up for a long time and was very wrinkled.
The velvet carpet in front of the mirror was extremely messy. The marks of sinking showed that it had been under a lot of force. Some of the indentations were knotted in the middle, and not far away there were also wrinkles left by various grabbing, scratching, twisting and twisting.
Xiao Chen didn't dare to look closely. She now had bad assumptions about everything she saw. What if the young lady was just practicing dancing normally? She shouldn't make malicious speculations.
She quickly picked up the scattered clothes and sorted them into categories in her arms.
She quickly walked out of the dance room as if escaping, closed the door gently, leaned against the cold door, and let out a long sigh.
The thick blanket probably needs to be taken to the dry cleaners, so she should wash the clothes of the two masters first.
Do rich people play differently? And if my guess is true, then why does the host look so energetic today? Isn't he tired?
I must be overthinking it.
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