Chatting in bed?
That statement sounds ambiguous no matter how you look at it.
But Zhu Qianying had already promised Young Master Yan, so she could only watch helplessly as he bent down and carefully moved the little guy sleeping in the middle of the bed to the side.
Even from behind, she could clearly feel the aura of pleasure emanating from him, a pleasure that was actually built upon her pain.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but want to kick his upturned buttocks.
Originally, she was just thinking about it, but by the time she realized it, she had already kicked him in the butt. Fortunately, the kick wasn't very strong, and Yan Shao remained motionless as he bent down until he settled Zizai in place before turning around to ask.
Why did you pat my butt? In such a hurry?
The bedroom lights weren't very bright, but Zhu Qianying could still clearly see the malicious smile on his face.
He insisted on interpreting a kick as a pat.
Kicking and slapping, one is violence, the other can be understood as provocation.
In all honesty, she only had the desire to abuse him, and had no intention of flirting with him whatsoever!
But he has the ability to interpret her violence as flirting. So, besides being a high-ranking CEO, he is also a big masochist?
"Are you an M?" Zhu Qianying stared at him without any politeness.
"If you're the one committing the abuse, I don't mind!"
Yan Shao smiled at her, his face full of tenderness.
Zhu Qianying felt that this conversation was impossible to continue. Let alone half an hour, even half a minute more would probably disgust her to death by Yan Shao's words!
"Alright, alright, Young Master Yan, can you stop making that face at me? Just be yourself, be cool when you're supposed to be cool, and fierce when you're supposed to be fierce. Stop giving me that cheesy smile, I can't stand it!"
As Zhu Qianying spoke, she bent down and climbed onto the bed, consciously moving to the center and leaning against the headboard.
Yan Shao did not respond to her protest, whether he agreed to her suggestion or indicated that he would continue to do as he pleased and be as nauseating as possible.
The two of them leaned against the bed in the same position, covered by the same blanket, sitting quietly without making any inappropriate moves.
It's quite strange that the two of them, who are both young and full of energy and legally married, are chatting under the covers.
However, this is not surprising when it happens to these two people.
Does the wound still hurt?
After finally getting into bed, Yan Shao's topics of conversation were unusually innocent and cautious.
The man who had been casually joking with her just now seemed to be merely a figment of Zhu Qianying's imagination.
"As long as you are careful and don't involve the surrounding muscles, it won't hurt much."
Zhu Qianying then dropped her guard and answered seriously.
"Qin Xiu is having a party at his new house this Saturday, are you okay with that?"
Qin Xiu has moved to a seaside villa and postponed the party by a week because Zhu Qianying was injured.
"No problem, anyway, I'm only responsible for eating."
Zhu Qianying was just joking. As the host, Qin Xiu certainly wouldn't let a guest like her do the hard work. Her job was simply to have fun.
Yan Shao breathed a slight sigh of relief. Sending her to the party was just an excuse; his main purpose was to lure her and Zizai to see the villa that he had Qin Xiu specially reserved for them.
The two chatted casually under the covers, not about anything important, but rather about trivial matters.
For example, when Zhu Qianying mentioned that she had just bought a pair of overalls for Zizai on Taobao, Yan Shao leaned over to look at the pictures and then said that his son was so handsome that even clothes costing only a few dozen yuan could look like designer brands costing thousands or tens of thousands of yuan.
Zhu Qianying was speechless at his narcissism and arrogance, but she had to admit that even if her precious son wore cheap clothes, he would still look high-class. So, what you wear is really not important; what matters most is your face.
Speaking of his son, Yan Shao said that when he was a child, he wore a military uniform that his grandfather had made for him, and he looked incredibly handsome and imposing.
Zhu Qianying secretly sketched out what five or six-year-old Yan Shao would look like in military uniform in her mind. Actually, it wasn't hard to imagine, after all, her son looked so much like Yan Shao, she could just put her son's face on the uniform.
"Do you want to see it? I'll find it for you next time!" Young Master Yan said, presumptuously.
Zhu Qianying snorted and flatly denied it.
"I don't want to. Anyway, if you photoshop Zizai into a military uniform, wouldn't that be exactly what you looked like back then?"
Yan Shao just smiled, and the two continued their conversation in this casual way, with hardly any awkward silences.
Even Zhu Qianying almost forgot the thirty-minute agreement. It was only when Yan Shao got up on his own initiative that Zhu Qianying realized that half an hour had passed just like that.
"I have to go to work tomorrow, so I probably won't be able to take you home. Give me a call or text after you get home."
Yan Shao stood by the bed, tidying his clothes while giving instructions to Zhu Qianying.
"Um……"
Zhu Qianying obediently agreed, knowing that these were extraordinary times and that informing him was to ensure her safety, not to be fussy.
Yan Shao straightened his clothes, leaned down, supported himself on the bed, and gently kissed her lips. "Goodnight, sweetie!"
Before Zhu Qianying could resist, Yan Shao straightened up, strode around to the other side of the bed, and kissed his sleeping son on the lips.
The expression on his face when he looked at Zizai was gentle, but it was very different from the expression when he looked at Zhu Qianying.
As Zhu Qianying watched him carefully move his son back to the center of the bed, certain emotions that had been brewing in her chest began to slowly swell...
...
The next day, Zhu Qianying and Chen Jing were driven home by Yan's driver. When they were still a few streets away from the apartment, Zhu Qianying suddenly instructed the driver to take the car to the shops to take a look.
The shop's decoration is nearing completion, and thanks to Uncle Hai's supervision of the process, the project is almost a week ahead of schedule.
The licenses and permits handled by the leasing department of Yanhuang Group were obtained a few days ago. All that's left is to finish decorating the shop, let it air out a bit, prepare some opening materials and promotional materials, and then pick an auspicious day to open for business.
The car stopped in front of the shop, where paint was being sprayed. The smell was pungent. Zhu Qianying and Chen Jing just stood outside the shop and watched.
"Mom, speaking of which, when are you planning to open your business?"
"I'd like to hear your and Xiaoyu's opinions." Chen Jing now puts her daughter and grandson first in everything.
Zhu Qianying said, "Mom, this is your restaurant, so naturally it should be done according to your wishes."
Although my mother is already over forty, it's not too late for her to start her own business.
Moreover, ever since Zhu Qianying decided to bravely face her feelings for Yan Shao, she would occasionally think, if she and Yan Shao really got back together, wouldn't her mother be very lonely?
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