Chapter 55 Indulge Your Pampered Nature and Pamper Him
Liang Jingzhuo took Xie Qingci to wash her hands.
Warm water flowed down, and he held her hand, carefully washing every crevice between her fingers.
The water flowing through her fingers was warm and comfortably warm, but Xie Qingci couldn't help but recall the other fluid that had just been slightly hotter.
With her fingers spread wide, she could hardly bear to look at her own hands.
Last time it was in the bathroom, and she didn't touch her hands. She never expected it to turn out like this, otherwise she definitely wouldn't have made that suggestion!
There is a mirror in front of the sink. The hot steam from the water rises up and leaves faint marks.
Xie Qingci raised her head, no longer looking at her hands, but suddenly saw her face, as red as a tomato, reflected in the mirror.
How could this be!
She turned to look at the person standing to the side helping her wash her hands, and said, "I can't hold chopsticks to eat anymore."
Liang Jingzhuo guided her hand to the automatic foaming dispenser of hand soap. The machine hummed as it worked, leaving a soft little cloud in her palm.
He glanced at her and said, "You were using your left hand just now. You should use your right hand to eat."
Xie Qingci frowned, looking at his left hand that he had carefully washed. "That won't do either. You use your left hand when drinking soup or eating Western food."
His expression was one of utter despair.
After rinsing off the foam, Liang Jingzhuo took a tissue and wiped the water off her hands, patiently explaining, "Not much got on your hands."
In the end, he covered her hands with his own, knowing she was shy and trying not to embarrass her, though some of his affection spilled out.
Xie Qingci withdrew her hand and looked at it. It was as fair and delicate as ever, with nothing unusual about it.
Looking at the person in front of him with eyes that seemed to be on the verge of tears, Liang Jingzhuo chuckled helplessly: "You suggested it yourself, and now you're complaining?"
"I didn't know it would..." get on my hands.
Xie Qingci didn't have the nerve to say the second half of the sentence.
Looking at her flushed face and neck, Liang Jingzhuo lowered his head and kissed her forehead, coaxing, "I know, I won't do it again. Even if I do, I won't get it on your hands."
Xie Qingci clenched her fists and muttered, "There won't be a next time..."
He smiled, kissed her cheek, and replied, "Okay."
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The snow stopped in the yard in the afternoon.
Liang Jingzhuo continued working, and after finishing the approval of several documents, he suddenly realized that the person who had last been lying on his lap with his phone in his arms hadn't moved for a long time.
I looked down and saw that she was indeed asleep.
She held her phone loosely in her hand, turned to the side, her long hair gathered behind her, revealing her delicate profile.
Little Orange nestled in her arms and began to doze off, purring softly.
He glanced at the phone dangling precariously from her hand, picked it up just before it fell, and placed it on the table beside her.
Then, looking at her peaceful sleeping face, he gently curved his lips into a slight smile, leaned down, and placed a kiss on her temple.
...
Xie Qingci had planned to take some time this week to go back to the old house, but now that she has caught a cold, she definitely can't go back, otherwise her parents will worry a lot.
So I made up an excuse that I had to prepare for my final exams and was busy at the moment, and that I would go back after I finished.
The old lady told her to take care of herself, that it was getting colder recently, and to wear more clothes and blankets so as not to catch a cold.
She nervously agreed.
...
Liang Jingzhuo left Jingzhao on an early Monday flight, still without waking Xie Qingci. Before leaving, he walked lightly to the bedside, placed a kiss on her relaxed brow as she slept, looked at her sleeping face for a while, and then got up and left.
On the way to the airport, he didn't forget to send her a message, repeating the usage and dosage of the several medications she needed to take in the next few days, reminding her to take them on time, and that he would check next week to see if her cold was better.
Xie Qingci saw the message when she woke up, and, as if deliberately trying to provoke him, replied: "A general in the field may disobey the emperor's orders."
Soon, another, more threatening message arrived: "You can try it."
I'll give it a try—but I won't.
Xie Qingci obediently took her medicine three times a day.
During this time, Ms. Zhuang sent several portfolios from wedding photography teams, asking them to choose their preferred style. She said she had inquired and found that these teams were in high demand, so it was best to make a decision as soon as possible.
Xie Qingci asked Liang Jingzhuo for his opinion, and he still left the decision to her, without making any special requests.
Ms. Zhuang suggested scheduling two dates, one in the Northern Hemisphere and one in the Southern Hemisphere, both in spring, when the weather is neither too hot nor too cold, which is the perfect season for travel photography. She asked Xie Qingci what she thought.
Xie Qingci doesn't like making a fuss, saying that she only needs to invite one person, otherwise she might not even want to have a wedding.
Ms. Zhuang respected her opinion, agreed, and efficiently finalized the schedule the very next day. The photography team would be fully responsible for the travel photography route in May of the following year, and the planning document would be sent to them at that time.
Looking at the time that had been so easily agreed upon, Xie Qingci asked if she didn't need to discuss it with Liang Jingzhuo.
Ms. Zhuang spoke boldly; what opinions could he possibly have? He just needed to cooperate.
OK……
That evening, she also received an email from Liang Jingzhuo.
At the time, she was walking back to her dormitory from the library with Ke Meng and Duan Siyu, and the two of them said they wanted to order milk tea.
Xie Qingci said she was treating, and as soon as she took out her phone, she saw a notification of a new email.
After seeing who wrote the letter, she was still a little confused. Apart from the time they contacted each other by email before the last marriage registration when filling out the forms, they had never used it again.
She assumed he had filled in the wrong recipient, but then thought it unlikely; someone as meticulous as him wouldn't send an email to the wrong person.
Clicking through, I found a densely packed list of his personal assets notarized.
She paused slightly, clicked into their chat window, first sent a question mark (?), then asked, "Did you send this to the wrong email?"
The notes indicated that the other party had been typing for a while before sending a reply: "[This is a list of all my assets, excluding those jointly owned by the group. It's quite a lot; I just finished compiling and notarizing it today. Once you've reviewed it and are satisfied, just sign it.]"
For the first time, Xie Qingci felt like she was illiterate, and asked him, "What does that mean?"
His reply came quickly: "Since verbal promises can't give you a sense of security, let's do something concrete. I've had it notarized by a law firm, and these assets will be transferred to your name gradually in the near future. During our marriage, if you file for divorce due to my issues, I will waive my right to reclaim any assets."
To further verify its authenticity, they then sent the registration information of the notary office and its team, including a renowned red-circle firm and top-tier lawyers.
Xie Qingci was stunned.
That day she said they hadn't signed a prenuptial agreement, but if they separated, she didn't want anything.
Liang Jingzhuo originally thought that not signing a prenuptial agreement was already a promise to them, but she said she didn't want anything and that he would arrange it.
The next day, he sent a message to Lu Li, asking him to contact a law firm to have all his assets notarized.
The number of cases, both domestic and international, is quite large; we only just finished compiling them today.
Xie Qingci stared blankly at the list of assets on the screen: trusts, real estate, car and fund investments... it really was all his remaining wealth besides himself.
She paused for a long time before replying: "Actually, you don't need to do that."
She had never considered these things.
His reply was firm: "I'll sign after I've read it."
Then she said she had to board the plane and would talk to him after she finished her work.
When Ke Meng and Duan Siyu saw her stop and turn around, they glanced at her phone and assumed she was researching what to drink.
I immediately saw the message sent by Liang Jingzhuo.
The two were stunned for a moment, then their eyes widened. "My God!! Does this mean that if you want a divorce, Liang Jingzhuo will have to leave with nothing?!"
There must be so many names! You can't even see the exact list at a glance.
Xie Qingci stared at the message in the message box, Liang Jingzhuo's last message asking her to sign, and remained silent for a long time. After a while, she slightly curved her lips, slid out of the chat interface, opened the food delivery app, and handed the phone to the two people next to her who were already dumbfounded. "I don't want to drink. You guys take a look."
Ke Meng took the phone, blinked, and said, "Can I use President Liang's money to treat you to a meal in advance? I want to drink ten cups."
Duan Siyu said she was spineless, "It's as if Aci can't afford to invite you to drink ten cups."
Xie Qingci laughed and replied, "Twenty cups will do."
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Xie Qingci's cold seemed to arrive at just the right time, and she fully recovered a week later. She took some time to go back to the Xie family's old house.
I hadn't seen her for about half a month. As usual, the old lady asked if she had lost weight. She told the truth that she had actually gained two pounds recently.
The main problem is that she recently caught a cold, and Liang Jingzhuo asks her every day if she has taken the right medicine and is eating properly. Aunt Wen almost came over to bring her food.
To avoid a situation where parents have to run around taking care of their children even when they are in daycare, she conscientiously reported that she eats three meals a day.
The old lady was quite pleased to hear this, saying that it would be better to gain some weight, as she was still too thin and needed to take some more time to recover.
After dinner, she stayed overnight at the old house. As winter approached, the old lady would drink some tangerine peel and snow pear soup every night before bed.
Xie Qingci came over, and naturally, she was also pulled to drink with her, supposedly to moisturize dryness and promote health.
During our conversation, we mentioned that my cousin from the Xie family got married at the beginning of the year and is due to give birth in April next year.
The old lady took a sip of the pear soup in her bowl, glanced at her, and said, "You probably don't have that plan for the time being, do you?"
Xie Qingci was a little taken aback when the topic suddenly shifted to her. After a moment's thought, she reassured the old lady, "No."
The old lady has always disapproved of women having children too early. There are many other things in life that require your attention, such as career, studies, and life in general. You shouldn't be confined to one place so early.
Hearing her say that, the old lady felt relieved. After doing some calculations, she continued, "Twenty-eight or twenty-nine is the best time to prepare for having a baby. I was twenty-nine when I gave birth to your father."
Since you won't have to worry about anything after giving birth, there's no need to have a baby so early. You might as well enjoy a few more years of carefree life.
Xie Qingci hadn't considered this question, and replied with a soft "Mm" after lowering her eyes.
The old lady traveled all over the world when she was young and was a designer, a leading figure at the forefront of fashion. She was also open-minded. After watching her for a while, I quietly leaned closer and asked, "Have you taken proper precautions? This is not something to be taken lightly!"
Xie Qingci had just scooped a spoonful of pear juice into her mouth when she heard this and choked on it, coughing.
The old lady quickly handed her a glass of warm water. Knowing she was embarrassed, she laughed and said, "I'm being serious. Girls don't have a safe period in the strict sense."
Xie Qingci took the water glass, drank a sip of warm water, her face flushed red from coughing, and her eyes darted around. "What is it...?"
The old lady didn't seem to mind at all. She glanced at her rosy cheeks, chuckled, and teased her earnestly, "Let's talk about something practical. Without the ties of children, you'll be more free. What if you regret it in a few years and find that younger men are more interesting? You can easily walk away, can't you?"
Hsieh Ching-Tzu was utterly shocked by this statement.
Liang Jingzhuo is currently on a business trip abroad and hasn't been here since last week. Her art academy is planning to recruit a new batch of nude models.
That day, Ke Meng sent her several photos of shirtless, muscular men with abs, jokingly suggesting that she recommend the school recruit some of these types so that it would be pleasing to the eye during class.
She was busy looking at the application requirements for master's programs in Hong Kong. She glanced at the message box, and when the next message popped up, she clicked on it and replied: "Nice figure, but probably not."
The selection of human models involves more than just visual appeal; their youth also likely translates to a higher price.
I had just replied when a question appeared in the chat: "Nice figure, huh?"
She was quite oblivious at the time, and didn't even look at the nickname and profile picture, replying earnestly: "Yes, didn't you make this suggestion because you thought these abs and pecs were perfect?"
After she replied, the chat window fell silent. She continued, "[But it probably won't work; she's a bit young, and the price is too high.]"
After quickly sending the message, I was about to switch back to researching art master's programs in Hong Kong when a chilling message popped up in the chat: "Who are you talking about who has a great figure, is young, and is expensive?"
She paused for a moment, her fingertips hovering over the bottom of the phone, glanced at the profile picture, then immediately glared and pursed her lips before flipping the phone face down onto the table.
At the time, in the library, Ke Meng was sitting opposite her. He saw her blush, look up, wink at her, and mouth, "Not bad, right?"
Whether it's good or not isn't that important anymore; she feels like she might be finished.
Ke Meng stared at her for a while, then noticed that her expression seemed off. She picked up her phone and texted her, asking what was wrong.
She felt a vibration in her palm and slowly picked up her phone.
The phone screen was still showing the chat with Liang Jingzhuo; he hadn't sent any more messages since that one.
But Xie Qingci had already sensed the undercurrents. She took a breath and calmly explained, "The school is recruiting nude models, and my classmates asked for my opinion."
The chat window was silent for a few seconds, then a message appeared: "Hmm."
It has become even more unfathomable.
The next message came immediately: "What is your opinion?"
She held her phone, paused for a moment, and then replied: "I think she's just average. Her figure is average, and she's too young, which also makes her average."
After a few more seconds of silence, a rather intriguing question rang out: "Who was it that just said 'not bad'?"
She could already picture him raising an eyebrow on the other end of the line.
So, blatantly lying, he started making things up: "Little Orange touched my phone, so I'm taking one of its cat treats today."
This time the silence lasted a bit longer, and then they sent a rather intriguing message: "Okay."
She felt that it might not work.
When Ke Meng noticed that she hadn't replied to his messages, he asked her repeatedly what had happened.
She exited the chat window with Liang Jingzhuo and called out to her: 【Mengmeng.】
Ke Meng, confused, asked, "What's wrong?"
She said, "I might be finished."
...
Now, when the old lady brought up this topic, she immediately sat up straight like a devout believer, saying, "Please don't say that. I think Liang Jingzhuo is quite good."
After saying that, she put down the spoon in her hand and decided to end the conversation. "I'm going back to my room. You should get some sleep."
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Liang Jingzhuo's business trip is scheduled to end at the end of the month, close to New Year's Day.
Some of the final exams have already been completed. The culprit behind the six-pack abs guy that day was completely oblivious to his own shortcomings, and even invited Xie Qingci to go to a bar on New Year's Eve.
She said she had her eye on a male model shop; the models were blindfolded in black stockings, wearing shirts that showed off their abs, and she was going to check it out.
Duan Siyu stopped her in time, "Let's not. You accepted President Liang's gift, is it so you can corrupt his wife like this?"
Previously, Xie Qingci went to Hong Kong Island to get her marriage certificate. When she returned, she brought them gifts, which were selected and paid for by Liang Jingzhuo. Afterwards, they discovered that they were actually two ruby necklaces.
Ke Meng then realized, "It seems that won't work. President Liang hasn't shown up lately, and I almost forgot that Aci is married."
Xie Qingci was speechless. Not long ago, she had caused a misunderstanding by sending Xie Qingci a picture of her abs.
Ke was horrified and wondered if President Liang would make her vomit up the milk tea she had drunk in a fit of anger.
After saying that, she remembered what happened last time, turned around and looked at him with concern, asking, "You two didn't have a fight, did you?"
There was no arguing. To be honest, Xie Qingci couldn't even imagine what it would be like to argue with Liang Jingzhuo.
She felt that he was probably even less likely to argue than she was; at most, they would just give each other the silent treatment.
Although they continued to contact each other as usual these past few days, and he didn't seem to be acting any differently, she still felt a little guilty, so she decided to go and coax him during the New Year's Day holiday.
She replied, "No, but I won't be spending New Year's Eve with you guys."
The two gave each other an "OK" sign to indicate that they understood.
To make up for his mistake, the day before Xie Qingci packed her bags to go to Hong Kong Island, Ke Meng gave her a gift, saying it was for President Liang and asking her to pass it on so that he would forgive her for her mistake.
Xie Qingci looked at the gift boxes, tightly wrapped in layers, that had been placed in her suitcase, and thought that it wasn't really necessary; Liang Jingzhuo probably wouldn't hold it against her.
It wasn't a big deal, just a small misunderstanding, and it's all been cleared up.
But Ke Meng patted the box, smiled brightly at her, and said that they would definitely wait until they met in Hong Kong before opening it.
Xie Qingci looked at the smile on her lips and suddenly had a bad feeling, but she still replied with an "okay".
She had no classes on the afternoon of the 31st. After buying her plane ticket and telling Zhou Mingzhen and the old lady, she went straight to the airport without telling Liang Jingzhuo.
He just said yesterday that he's landing on Hong Kong Island tonight and has some work to arrange before the holiday.
That means she probably won't have time to come to Jingzhao, and she also lied to him that she was going back to the old house today. The Xie family has a family gathering every New Year's Eve.
When she landed on Hong Kong Island, it was already nightfall, almost two months since her last visit.
After leaving the airport, she didn't contact Lu Li this time and planned to take a taxi directly. However, on her way to the pick-up area, she ran into someone she hadn't planned to contact.
Lu Li was carrying a briefcase in one hand and a stack of folders in the other. When he saw Xie Qingci, he thought he was seeing things and didn't dare to greet her first. It wasn't until they were about to pass each other that the two of them, who were both unsure of what to say, looked at each other.
He stopped walking.
"Assistant Lu?!"
"Miss Xie?!"
Xie Qingci initially thought she was seeing things, but upon getting closer, she confirmed it was Lu Li. She glanced at the things in his hands and asked, "Are you... on a business trip?"
Lu Li was stunned for a long time, then glanced at the suitcase in her hand, "No..."
He hurriedly took out his phone, "Mr. Liang and I left separately. He flew directly to Beijing, while I went back to Hong Kong Island to pick up the documents."
As he spoke, he took out his phone and glanced at the time. "They should have landed by now."
After speaking, he immediately dialed Liang Jingzhuo's number, saying, "Please wait a moment, I'll contact President Liang."
Liang Jingzhuo had indeed landed and was walking towards the parking lot when Lu Li suddenly called.
He slowed his pace and answered the call.
As soon as the call connected, the usually composed Lu Li was unusually flustered and hurriedly asked, "President Liang, have you arrived in Jingzhao?"
After asking the question, he immediately realized how incredibly stupid it was. How could he answer the phone before landing? He glanced at Xie Qingci standing beside him and went straight to the point: "I met Miss Xie at the airport."
After saying that, he added, "The airport on Hong Kong Island."
Liang Jingzhuo was taken aback upon hearing this, and stopped in his tracks completely. "Let her answer the phone."
Lu Li took the phone away from his ear and handed it to Xie Qingci, saying, "President Liang wants you to take this call."
Xie Qingci was still a bit out of the loop. She thought she had arranged things perfectly, but she hadn't expected him to fly directly to Jingzhao.
Didn't you say there was work to be arranged?
She took the phone from Lu Li, held it to her ear, and called his name: "Liang Jingzhuo, this is Xie Qingci."
This situation suddenly reminded me of their first Valentine's Day date, when he called her and said he was Liang Jingzhuo.
"You've arrived in Hong Kong Island?" The moment Liang Jingzhuo heard Xie Qingci's voice, he turned and walked into the airport.
She replied, "Yes, I just happened to run into Assistant Lu."
He went straight to the ticket counter. "Then you go back with Lu Li first. I'll come find you now."
After saying that, as if afraid she wouldn't listen, he instructed her, "Don't run around."
Xie Qingci glanced at the suitcase in her hand and replied, "Okay."
Leung King-chuk bought a plane ticket at the counter. Tonight is New Year's Eve, and direct flights to Hong Kong Island are in short supply. Many flights are already sold out. He only asked that the departure time be as close as possible.
The airline staff recognized him and were about to say that even if it was faster, they would still have to wait, but after glancing at the person's information in the operating system, their expression froze for a moment, and they immediately got busy: "Okay, please wait a moment, I'll ask."
Finally, after several attempts, he was assigned to a flight that was about to take off in ten minutes, with only economy class seats available. They asked him if that was acceptable.
He doesn't have any requirements regarding seating, as long as he can make it on time, he's fine with returning.
Lu Li no longer needed to go to Jingzhao. He canceled his flight, took the suitcase from Xie Qingci, and said, "Ms. Xie, I'll take you back first. Mr. Liang will land in Hong Kong Island in about three hours."
Xie Qingci glanced at the time; it was almost dinnertime. She looked up and asked, "Assistant Lu, have you eaten yet?"
Lu Li shook his head blankly, "Not yet."
She smiled and said, "Then I'll treat you to dinner."
I originally planned to eat with Liang Jingzhuo, but it seems I won't be able to make it. They'll have to have a late-night snack together.
Lu Li was taken aback. "Huh?"
Xie Qingci smiled and said, "Let's go."
Tonight, Hong Kong Island felt like the whole world had flocked here. Airport Road was so congested that they found a nearby Hong Kong-style hot pot restaurant.
Today, even the restaurants near the airport were packed. They were lucky to get the last table available.
Xie Qingci asked Lu Li if he had any dietary restrictions, and Lu Li replied that he did not.
More than any dietary restrictions, he felt nervous and at a loss about having dinner with the landlady on New Year's Eve.
I was afraid of saying something wrong.
After ordering, while waiting for the food to be served, Xie Qingci glanced at Lu Li, who was sitting upright opposite her, and her face practically screamed "fear".
She smiled, then suddenly decided to tease him mischievously, calling out, "Assistant Lu."
Lu Li felt extremely uncomfortable and replied, "Yes."
Xie Qingci, with a solemn expression, asked him, "Has your CEO Liang really never had a girlfriend before?"
The situation Lu Li feared most has come to pass: the problems between the boss and his wife have left him the one who suffers the most.
He answered truthfully: "I've been by his side for six years, and I've never seen him have a girlfriend."
Xie Qingci nodded. "So that means it existed six years ago?"
Lu Li was sweating profusely. He hadn't been told to deal with this kind of situation when he was being hired as a special assistant. He hurriedly explained, "No, I meant that President Liang is very busy with work and doesn't have time to date."
Xie Qingci continued, "A female companion? A romantic interest? None of those?"
Lu Li firmly shook his head: "No."
He was telling the truth. In the six years he had been working alongside the boss, he was so busy with business that he often couldn't even go home, let alone General Manager Liang himself.
Seeing the cautious and apprehensive look on the person sitting opposite her, Xie Qingci laughed, deciding not to tease him anymore, and nodded in agreement: "Okay."
Just then, the waiter came to serve the food. Lu Li glanced at Xie Qingci and suddenly called out to her, "Miss Xie."
Xie Qingci set the table, looked up, and asked, "Hmm? What's wrong?"
Lu Li pursed his lips. "You are the first woman I've met by President Liang's side, and it's clear that President Liang cherishes you very much."
On the one hand, he was worried that he might have not handled his answer well today; on the other hand, even he could see that his boss had a special attitude towards Ms. Xie.
No matter how busy or tired he is, he always remembers to call her on time. If he accidentally misses his usual call time, he worries that calling her again might disturb her rest. Even when he has a tight business trip schedule, he will still buy her gifts, and the level of asset consolidation and transfer is something that even he finds surprising.
This can be considered as witnessing another major event in my boss's life process over the years, besides work.
Before, it was just work, but now there's another thing to add: going to Jingzhao to see Miss Xie. Even the usual uneventful business trips back home have become something to look forward to.
Xie Qingci smiled and replied, "I know."
...
Liang Jingzhuo landed on Hong Kong Island around 10 o'clock. As he exited the arrival gate, he was about to call Lu Li when he saw a figure standing in the center of the arrival hall.
She saw him at the same time.
The winter climate on Hong Kong Island is mild, and the wind blowing through the halls gently swayed her skirt and long hair.
She stood in the center of the bustling crowd, looking at him with a bright smile, and tilted her head at him.
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Author's Note: I have a lot of words today, so I'm updating early!
Tomorrow! The five-star chef will be cooking again! See you at 8:30 PM! Only open for half an hour! [Kiss][Kiss][Kiss][Kiss]
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