Chapter 9 Even though you're so spoiled, you didn't take your underwear.
At the airport, Uncle Zhong described their relationship as boyfriend and girlfriend, and Liang Jingzhuo thought about it for a moment and felt that it seemed to be okay.
Although they didn't go through the usual dating process, it's an undeniable fact that they are about to get married.
Their current relationship can be considered as dating.
When they came out of the restaurant, he wanted to ask her if she wanted to hold his hand, but he was worried that asking her so abruptly might offend her.
After all, strictly speaking, they had only met twice in person.
It wasn't until I noticed her gaze shift from the roadside vendors to the crowds walking towards us that I realized she was starting to feel uneasy.
He thought she probably thought so too, so after hesitating for a while, he finally asked the question that had been lingering in his mind for a long time.
Xie Qingci paused for a moment, then turned to look. She thought she had misheard, but when her eyes met Liang Jingzhuo's, she knew she hadn't.
Even when he asked such a question, he remained expressionless, but his eyes were bright, showing his serious attitude.
"want……"
Okay?
A vague response came out.
Liang Jingzhuo lowered his eyelashes, looked at her hand that was pressed against his side, and reached out to take it.
The touch of the fingertips is like a dragonfly skimming the surface of water, creating ripples that spread lightly, leaving a numb, stiff sensation that slowly spreads from the fingertips to the arm.
Their fingers were intertwined.
Xie Qingci felt a slight dampness in her palm, unsure whether it was from her sweat or his.
"Your hands..." He broke the silence, "They're very small."
Liang Jingzhuo has never held hands with anyone. At most, there has been a brief handshake for business etiquette, but that was only for work purposes and had no ulterior motives.
But today is different.
He could feel the delicate texture of her skin; he could even cup her entire hand in his palm by slightly closing his knuckles.
It's very soft and also very small.
The warmth of her palm made Xie Qingci feel a little hot. She tried her best to suppress her discomfort and responded almost inaudibly, "Hmm... is that so?"
This was the first time she had learned that even holding hands required a review and feedback session.
Liang Jingzhuo's gaze lingered for a second on the blush rising behind her ears, and he responded softly, "Mm."
As she approached the intersection, a raindrop unexpectedly landed on the back of her hand, and Xie Qingci looked up.
The next second, a torrential downpour suddenly began, with large and dense raindrops pounding and slapping the ground and everything around them.
The crowd, who had been strolling leisurely just a moment ago, suddenly cried out in alarm and scattered in all directions.
Xie Qingci was bumped on the shoulder by someone running away, lost her footing and staggered. Liang Jingzhuo reached out and steadied her.
Suddenly, a large, warm palm landed on her shoulder, and she instinctively paused for a moment.
Liang Jingzhuo's voice rang in my ears: "The car is just ahead. We have to drive for a while. You'll get soaked."
The rain was so loud that his voice was not very clear, but Xie Qingci still understood what he meant and replied, "Okay."
Uncle Zhong hadn't expected it to rain. Looking at the rain streaming down the windshield, he was about to call Liang Jingzhuo to ask if they had left yet. If they hadn't, he would wait for him at the restaurant. He was willing to wait a little longer, as the rain was just too heavy.
I had just finished making a call to the car's phone when I saw two figures walking briskly toward me, arm in arm, in the rearview mirror.
Uncle Zhong smiled and decisively exited the dialer interface.
Upon reaching the car, Liang Jingzhuo opened the car door for Xie Qingci first, helped her into the car, and then went to the other side to get into the car himself.
Xie Qingci had brought an umbrella, but the rain came so suddenly that she didn't have time to take it out.
In just a few steps, she was almost completely soaked.
Uncle Zhong glanced at their soaked clothes and quickly handed them towels. "Hurry up and dry yourself off. It's my fault. I didn't expect it to rain. I should have let you wait for me there."
There was a hint of amusement in his tone.
Liang Jingzhuo sensed the insincerity in the smile, glanced at Uncle Zhong, took the towel, and handed one to Xie Qingci.
Xie Qingci accepted it and thanked her.
Her shirt was almost completely soaked, except for the front part.
Liang Jingzhuo had just put his arm around her, trying to shield her from the rain as much as possible, but he could only protect part of her body because the rain was too heavy.
She wiped the water off her neck and suddenly remembered that Liang Jingzhuo must have gotten even wetter than her, so she turned to look at him.
He had already taken off his suit jacket, leaving him only in his waistcoat and shirt.
The coat was wet, but the clothes underneath were still dry.
On the contrary, she seemed more disheveled.
The wet shirt clung to her skin, and the car was cold with the air conditioning on. But with other people around, Xie Qingci couldn't move around too much. She could only try to straighten her back to prevent the clothes from sticking too tightly to her skin.
Liang Jingzhuo caught a glimpse of the person next to him standing upright out of the corner of his eye, and turned his head to look at him.
The starry sky ceiling and ambient lighting complement each other, casting soft shadows that illuminate the interior of the car.
Her white shirt was soaked with water and became semi-transparent, vaguely revealing the outline of her white underwear and her slender, beautiful waistline hidden beneath the loose shirt.
Liang Jingzhuo's gaze froze for a second, then he immediately turned his head and whispered, "Uncle Zhong, turn off the air conditioner."
The rain intensified, pattering heavily on the car roof with a clear sound.
Uncle Zhong agreed and turned off the car's air conditioning.
Without the cold wind blowing directly on her, Xie Qingci finally didn't feel so cold anymore, but the road was still a bit difficult to walk on.
The rain poured down like a waterfall from all directions. Even with the wipers on full speed, the clear vision was only for a moment before the distorted curtain of water obscured it again.
Uncle Zhong said in a low voice, "This might not be a good way to go."
Just then, the red light turned green, and the car slowly made its way through the intersection, still moving at a snail's pace. The already congested traffic was further exacerbated by the heavy rain, making the traffic situation even worse.
Both the Xie Family Manor and Kyoto University are located some distance from the city center.
Xie Qingci glanced at the rain outside the window and said, "You can drop me off at the next stop, and I'll take the bus back."
There are dedicated public transport lanes in the city, which are more convenient than private cars, at least they don't cause traffic jams.
Uncle Zhong laughed when he heard this, "That won't do. I have to get you to your destination safely no matter what. It's just that the road is not easy to travel, and I'm worried that you might catch a cold later."
As he spoke, he secretly glanced at the rearview mirror in front of him.
Liang Jingzhuo paused slightly and looked at the other end of the armrest box.
Hsieh Ching-Tzu sat with her legs together, her jeans clinging to her legs in a dark blue hue from being wet.
He turned his gaze back to Uncle Zhong ahead and said, "Let's go to Fushun Hutong first."
The closest one is Fushun Hutong, just across one intersection.
Uncle Zhong smiled and replied, "Okay." He turned on his turn signal and merged into the turning lane.
Xie Qingci was taken aback.
Liang Jingzhuo glanced at her quickly and said, "I'll take you back when the rain gets a little lighter."
It is indeed the best solution at present.
She nodded and agreed.
She just didn't understand why he looked at her as if she were something dirty.
Thinking of this, she looked down and was startled.
Her chest, which had been dry, was now soaked with rainwater that had trickled down from her shoulders, and her bra was clearly visible underneath.
!
What's the difference between this and not wearing a coat at all?!
Hsieh Ching-Tzu questioned her own sense of style for the first time. Why did she have to wear this one of all the clothes?
She turned her head slightly away and tucked her arms in, hoping that the food would be dry by the time she got off the bus.
Dense rain slid down the car window, and a barely audible rustling sound came from beside her. After a while, a suit vest, still warm from body heat, was placed on her lap.
"Put this on first."
A refreshing scent, similar to bergamot, wafts into the nostrils as the clothes come into contact with it, with the base notes being cool-toned mint and cedarwood.
Calm and composed.
Xie Qingci subconsciously held her breath for a moment, then whispered, "Thank you."
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The car quickly entered Fushun Hutong. Uncle Zhong drove the car into the garage, and Xie Qingci and Liang Jingzhuo got out of the car.
Once inside the main house, Uncle Zhong instructed the housekeeper to prepare hot water beforehand, so he took a thorough shower and a hot bath.
Aside from Liang Jingzhuo staying here whenever he comes to Jingzhao, Uncle Zhong, and the family's housekeeper, there's no one else here, so there are no extra spare guest rooms.
The two stood silently in the main hall for a while, and Xie Qingci suddenly felt that coming here was not a good choice.
His clothes weren't dry, and his wet hair was still dripping, making him look like someone who had fled a disaster.
Uncle Zhong parked his car and followed him in, muttering, "This rain is really coming down hard."
After saying that, he glanced at the two people still standing on the carpet in the main hall and hurriedly reminded them, "You two should take a hot shower quickly, or you'll catch a cold."
I was caught in the rain and in the air conditioning the whole way.
Liang Jingzhuo was alright; apart from his pants and shoes, his shirt was dry.
Xie Qingci smiled and said, "No need. The rain should subside soon. I can wash when I get back."
Uncle Zhong opened his mouth and glanced at Liang Jingzhuo.
The latter glanced at her completely soaked trouser legs and called out, "Aunt Wen."
Aunt Wen had just finished preparing hot water and came downstairs. Hearing this, she responded and came over.
Liang Jingzhuo withdrew his gaze and said, "Take Miss Xie upstairs to take a bath."
After saying that, he turned to Uncle Zhong and said, "May I use your shower room?"
Then he walked out of the main hall.
Uncle Zhong glanced at Liang Jingzhuo's departing figure and replied, "Okay!"
She turned back to Xie Qingci with a smile and said, "You should go too."
After saying that, he turned around and followed Liang Jingzhuo.
Aunt Wen said gently to Xie Qingci, "Please come with me."
Xie Qingci glanced at the figure disappearing on the connecting corridor outside the door, smiled, and replied, "Okay, thank you."
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Aunt Wen took Xie Qingci to Liang Jingzhuo's master bedroom. The black, white and gray soft furnishings and hard furnishings exuded a rigid and cold feel, like a business-style showroom.
Hot water was prepared early in the morning. Aunt Wen went to get a brand new bathrobe. "Miss Xie, we don't have any girls' clothes at home. This is the master's bathrobe, but it's new. He hasn't worn it yet. Please wear it for now. Change out of your wet clothes. I'll take them to wash and dry them. You can wear them in a little while."
Xie Qingci took the bathrobe and said, "Okay, thank you."
Aunt Wen smiled and told her where the bathroom was. "You can put your clothes in the laundry basket. I'll go make some ginger tea."
Xie Qingci nodded and agreed.
After Aunt Wen left, she took her bathrobe and went into the bathroom.
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Liang Jingzhuo took a shower in Uncle Zhong's room. He didn't get very wet; he just rinsed off quickly.
Hot water poured over his head, washing away the chill of the rain. He quickly finished washing in the steamy mist, drained off the excess water, and walked out of the shower.
Uncle Zhong placed the clean bathrobe outside for him and then went out.
He glanced at the neatly folded clothes in the storage basket, walked over and picked one up. The creases loosened, and the soft fabric rolled off the shelf. There were no other clothes.
He paused for a moment, then glanced at the laundry basket again, which was also empty.
Uncle Zhong didn't bring him underwear.
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