Ye Jianglin's emotions were destined to remain unexpressed on this night.
While he was reminiscing about the past, Yi Mu quietly fell asleep.
Ye Jianglin was defeated by Yi Mu for the first time, but he thought that there was still a long time ahead, so he let it go.
As dawn approached, Yimu's fever subsided.
He got up to get some water because he was thirsty, only to find Ye Jianglin taking a shower in the bathroom.
Unlike regular bathrooms, the presidential suite's bathroom has only a transparent glass enclosure.
The bathroom is fully furnished, with a jacuzzi and a complete range of fragrances and aromatherapy products.
It's very spacious inside; even ten or so people wouldn't feel crowded.
However, it would feel very awkward if Yi Mu and Ye Jianglin were standing inside.
After drinking the water, Yi Mu climbed into bed and continued sleeping.
Ye Jianglin changed into new clothes and came out, walking to the bedside and calling for Yi Mu.
"You have a flight to catch in two hours. Can you take a bath now? Do you have the energy to get out of bed?"
Afraid that he might say something outrageous like "I'll hug you," Yi Mu threw off the covers, got out of bed, and went into the bathroom.
Ye Jianglin had prepared hot water in the bathroom; the water temperature was just right, and he had added some relaxing fragrance.
Lying inside, my whole body relaxed.
Yi Mu soaked comfortably and unknowingly fell asleep again.
Ye Jianglin was outside counting down the time.
Yi Mu hadn't come out for a long time, so he went inside and saw that he was indeed asleep again.
Ye Jianglin's gaze moved down from Yi Mu's chin, unintentionally revealing that he was taking advantage of her.
Emu was very thin, so thin that you could see his ribs.
No wonder he always looks listless; his health is in such a bad state.
Ye Jianglin was afraid he would catch another cold, so he didn't have time to look at him for long and carried him out of the bathtub, feeling flustered by how light he was.
It took a long time for Yimu to wake up.
Belatedly, he realized that his hair had been dried with a hairdryer and that he was wrapped in a blanket.
Ye Jianglin packed all their suitcases and stood by the bed, smiling at him.
"I was afraid you'd get angry with me, so I didn't help you get dressed. We should get going."
Yi Mu didn't dare look at his smiling face, turned her face away, and went to the living room to change her clothes.
The two rushed to the airport to board their plane and returned home near dusk.
Upon receiving news that they were returning home, the housekeeper had already ordered everyone to prepare everything to welcome Ye Jianglin home.
The lady was also waiting anxiously at the door.
As soon as Yi Mu and Ye Jianglin got out of the car, the butler rushed to greet them before the madam.
Without even glancing at Yi Mu, she said earnestly to Ye Jianglin, "Young Master, you've worked hard. The kitchen has prepared your favorite cake, which just came out of the oven and is still steaming hot."
Ye Jianglin ignored her and glanced down at Yi Mu.
Yi Mu's expression remained calm, showing no sign of dissatisfaction or disappointment.
I don't know when it started, but it seems that Yimu no longer looks at his mother with expectation.
Ye Jianglin ignored the butler who was waiting for his response, stepped forward, and greeted his mother.
The lady absentmindedly touched his hair, glancing at Yi Mu, whose head was slightly lowered.
Just now, she was standing on the steps in front of the villa, watching her son and Yi Mu get out of the car.
The glow of the setting sun shone on Yi Mu, and the outline of his face seemed strangely familiar to the lady.
Her deceased husband wasn't particularly tall; he had a small face, a pointed chin, and fair skin. When he was alive, he was often teased for being prettier than a woman.
No one noticed the lady's strange expression. Even Yi Mu was so tired from the trip that he slept for two days and one night back at the villa.
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