For a moment, the family of three couldn't help but feel uneasy.
But they dared not ask rashly, much less bring up the matter of the engagement.
Xu Sen and Liang Wanrou were able to remain calm, but Xu Jia couldn't; her mind was racing.
Could it be that Grandpa Ji has met Xu Qingyun?
But that bitch has been gone for ten years without a word. Even that old bastard Xu Hongru isn't sure if she's still alive, so the Ji family certainly doesn't know either.
Liang Wanrou, quick-witted, immediately smiled and said, "That's right. Yunyun has been sensible since she was little, matured early, and is thoughtful, unlike Jiajia. She's simple-minded and doesn't think things through much."
This sounds like agreement, but if you think about it carefully, it actually means that Xu Qingyun is scheming and not as innocent as Xu Jia.
Ji Huai felt uncomfortable, but then he thought that they were Xiao Yun's family after all, and maybe he was overthinking it.
Upstairs, Xu Qingyun was led to the master bedroom on the third floor.
This room is a suite, with a bedroom, a bathroom, and a study. The room is furnished with expensive and luxurious items, and it should belong to Ji Hanchen.
Sure enough, he took off his suit jacket and hung it in the dressing room, and then unbuttoned his cuffs.
Xu Qingyun regretted it; if she had known it was his room from the beginning, she definitely wouldn't have come in.
Ji Hanchen rolled up his shirt sleeves and raised an eyebrow slightly: "What is Miss Xu worried about?"
"No, it's just that there aren't any clothes here that I can wear."
"I'm sorry, Miss Xu, you'll have to wait a moment. I've asked Jiang Xun's wife to come to your house to get it."
He turned his phone towards her; there was indeed a WeChat message for Chiang Hsun.
However, the message above reads: "Have your wife go to Yunyun's house and get a loose dress and a change of underwear."
Xu Qingyun's mind was filled with the two words "Yunyun".
Ji Hanchen's address was too intimate.
Ji Hanchen took a medicine box from the storage room and knelt on one knee in front of him: "Lift up the cheongsam."
Xu Qingyun abruptly stepped back: "No need."
Ji Hanchen raised his handsome face, his eyes as black as ink: "The burned skin needs to be treated, otherwise it will leave a scar. Besides, doesn't it hurt?"
Xu Qingyun did not deny it.
The black velvet fabric is highly absorbent. When the cup of Da Hong Pao (a type of Chinese dress) spilled, the cheongsam clung tightly to my thigh, so it was indeed burned, and it still hurts like hotcakes.
Seeing this, Ji Hanchen said, "You should rinse a burn with cold water and apply ice immediately. You probably already have blisters."
Xu Qingyun politely said, "I can do it myself."
Ji Hanchen didn't stop him.
Xu Qingyun sat on the sofa, turned slightly to the side, and carefully lifted her cheongsam.
Her skin is delicate, and a cup of tea scalded her, covering a large area; both legs had blisters the size of her palm.
It got so bad because the cheongsam had been sticking to my body for so long.
"Do you have a needle?" Xu Qingyun asked.
Ji Hanchen nodded, took a silver acupuncture needle, disinfected it, and handed it to her: "Can you do it yourself?"
"Hmm." Xu Qingyun nodded, popped the blister at one end, and used a toothpick to roll the water inside towards the needle hole.
Ji Hanchen watched quietly; she didn't cry out in pain at all, she was quite strong.
If it were a pretentious girl, she would scream and yell over even the smallest injury.
Soon, Assistant Jiang brought the clothes over.
Xu Qingyun went to the restroom and made sure the door was locked before slowly unbuttoning the buttons on her cheongsam.
From the neckline to the collarbone, then to the sides of the chest and the waist...
The bedroom windows were frosted, and without any moisture, the woman's alluring curves were clearly visible.
With a prominent bust and buttocks, a slender waist and full hips, she possesses a perfectly curvaceous figure.
Xu Qingyun has a cool and aloof temperament, but her figure is incredibly alluring.
Moreover, the act of unbuttoning is often accompanied by the release of desire, and this scene... is very agonizing.
Ji Hanchen loosened his tie and picked up his coffee to moisten his throat.
The liquid made a soft "gulp" sound as the man swallowed, accompanied by the movement of his Adam's apple, which was very arousing.
He forced himself to look away, only able to conjure up the beautiful scene he had just witnessed in his mind.
Food and sex are human nature.
Ji Hanchen didn't think there was anything wrong with being attracted to a woman. He was nearly thirty years old and had never experienced the pleasures of a woman, but that didn't mean he didn't have desires in that area.
The more Ji Hanchen thought about it, the more he found it hard to control the heat in his body, and he couldn't help but put down his coffee and walk over.
The woman in the bathroom seemed to have heard his footsteps and instinctively stopped what she was doing.
A frosted glass door separates a grown man and woman; one is nervous and shy, the other restless and eager. The air is thick with heat, while the cool temperature slowly fuels an ambiguous flame of passion.
The room was eerily quiet; you could almost hear a heartbeat.
Xu Qingyun observed when she came in that there was a mirror outside the bathroom, so Ji Hanchen shouldn't be able to see her.
But for some reason, she felt she could sense the man's burning gaze.
She swallowed hard and tentatively asked, "Mr. Ji, could you please carry me over?"
"No." Ji Hanchen's voice was hoarse, like sand being baked by the scorching sun.
Xu Qingyun was somewhat annoyed; he could indeed see it!
She quickly went to the back of the bathroom and changed her clothes.
Because she was in a hurry, Xu Qingyun's face was flushed when she came out, and there was a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, which made her smooth forehead look even more radiant.
She looked at him coldly, her eyes filled with suppressed anger: "Mr. Ji, you actually peeped at a woman changing clothes, don't you think that's frivolous?!"
Ji Hanchen raised an eyebrow and pointed to the mirror in front of him.
Above is the shadow of a man, who seems to be looking at himself.
Just a mirror?
Xu Qingyun's cheeks suddenly flushed red: "I'm sorry."
"Miss Xu may have some illusions about Mr. Ji."
Ji Hanchen spoke indifferently, so why would he tell her about the wonders of this bathroom?
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