Chapter 37 Getting Up
Xie Shiyan stood by the bed, looking at her peaceful sleeping face, and quietly put aside his original plan to go back to the company to deal with the backlog of projects from yesterday's Genting Conference.
He went to the living room and quietly made a phone call to his secretary. A moment later, the secretary respectfully brought him his laptop.
Thus, in the quiet suite, only the low hum of the air conditioner and the crisp rhythm of Xie Shiyan's fingers tapping on the keyboard remained. He sat in the single sofa by the window, focused on processing documents, the light from the screen reflecting on his sharply defined profile, his expression serious and aloof.
The sunlight outside the window gradually brightened, penetrating the thin curtains and gilding him with a soft golden edge, even the finest dust motes danced lightly in the beams of light.
Time slipped by unnoticed.
Jiang Yining was awakened by her biological clock. When she opened her eyes, the wall clock already pointed to past ten. As her consciousness returned, she subconsciously turned her head to look for that figure.
Xie Shiyan was still sitting by the window, his head slightly lowered, his thick eyelashes casting a small shadow under his eyes. Sunlight danced on his meticulously styled black hair and fell on his well-defined fingers as he typed on the keyboard.
He exuded a calm yet powerful aura. His focused work showed a maturity and composure that surpassed the youthful image I remembered, making him even more breathtakingly handsome.
Seemingly sensing her gaze, Xie Shiyan paused in his fingertips. He slowly raised his head, his deep gaze accurately capturing the pair of eyes staring at him from the bed.
The admiration and dependence in his eyes instantly melted the frost in them, turning them into a pool of spring water.
"Ningning, you're awake?" His voice was slightly hoarse from just finishing work, but unusually gentle. "Are you hungry? I'll order you breakfast."
As he spoke, he naturally picked up the internal phone and, without waiting for Jiang Yining's response, skillfully ordered the food delivery service.
Jiang Yining was still immersed in the slight embarrassment of being caught peeping and the sweet feeling of being touched by his unintentional thoughtfulness when Xie Shiyan put down the phone and got up to walk to the bedside.
He reached out, with an irresistible force and warmth, and pulled her out of bed. He then naturally put his arm around her shoulder and, half-pushing and half-carrying, led her, still a little dazed, into the bathroom.
In the misty steam, Jiang Yining picked up her toothbrush, only to find that the toothpaste had already been carefully squeezed out, a small, snow-white tube lying quietly on the bristles.
She looked up and saw Xie Shiyan leaning against the doorframe in the mirror. He was looking at her, his gaze focused and gentle, and a warm current quietly flowed through her heart, silently dispelling all her weariness.
After washing up, breakfast was laid out on the table, including his favorite soup dumplings, soy milk, and rice porridge. Xie Shiyan naturally pushed these dishes in front of Jiang Yining, and the porcelain plates made a slight clinking sound against the table.
"They're all yours." His voice wasn't loud, and it had a slightly hoarse quality from waking up in the morning. His gaze fell on her face.
Jiang Yining didn't stand on ceremony. She picked up her chopsticks, took a delicate soup dumpling, and carefully bit open a small hole. The delicious soup instantly spread across her tongue, and she squinted her eyes in satisfaction.
Xie Shiyan didn't touch his chopsticks, but just quietly watched her eat, occasionally raising his hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his fingertips inadvertently brushing against her warm skin.
After she had almost finished eating, he picked up his chopsticks and deftly finished the rest of her breakfast.
"Are you full?" He put down his chopsticks, took out a tissue, and handed it to him.
"Mmm," Jiang Yining nodded vigorously, took the tissue to wipe her mouth, and then stood up. "I'm going to change my clothes and put on makeup."
She turned and walked towards the inner room of the suite, where the bright yellow dress was already neatly hanging on the hanger. Xie Shiyan followed her, leaning against the door frame, his gaze lingering on her tenderly.
Watching her change out of her comfortable casual clothes and into that sharply tailored gown that accentuated her slender waist and graceful shoulders and neck, I saw her sit down at her vanity, pick up a powder puff and eyebrow pencil, and carefully apply makeup in front of the mirror.
Xie Shiyan became her most tacit assistant. As soon as her gaze swept to a certain place, his slender fingers would accurately hand her the eyeliner pen or the blush.
The only sounds in the air were the soft rustling of paint brushes against her skin and the faint, sweet scent of fruit emanating from her.
After applying the last stroke of lip gloss, she put down her makeup brush, pursed her lips in front of the mirror, and saw a radiant face reflected there. She turned around, looked at the man beside her who was intently watching her, and a smile appeared in her eyes. She beckoned to him with her finger.
Xie Shiyan understood immediately and obediently leaned closer. Jiang Yining tiptoed and planted a light kiss, sweet with the scent of peaches, on his hard jawline.
"Here you go, the reward." Her voice carried a hint of sly pride.
Xie Shiyan chuckled softly, his chest trembling slightly, and reached out to rub the top of her head: "Yes, thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty."
He naturally took her hand, his dry, warm palm enveloping hers, their fingers intertwined, and led her out of the room.
The corridor was carpeted thickly, almost silencing footsteps. Jiang Yining glanced at her watch; the hour hand had quietly slipped towards eleven. She took out her phone and dialed her mother's number.
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