Chapter 13 Chapter 13 This is my bedroom, ma'am.
Chen Yuchu has always had a very regular schedule.
But today, he got up late.
The bathroom glass was covered with mist, and water droplets slid down his well-proportioned chest into his strong and lean waist, gradually disappearing.
The man's eyebrows were as cold as the snow on the mountains, with a sense of abstinence. His eyelashes as black as crow feathers drooped downwards. He paused for a long time at a certain point, and then a very faint arc appeared at the corner of his lips, like the first snow melting, adding a bit of hazy color.
The sound of water gradually disappeared after a while. Chen Yuchu's eyebrows and eyes were cold, but his cheeks were a little more beautiful. He slowly dried his body and put on his pajamas.
Chen Yuchu's ears twitched slightly, and he opened the bathroom door calmly. His eyes fell on a sneaky figure with an ambiguous look.
Yan Jiu paused in his half-squatting position, glanced upwards, and suddenly his expression was stunned. His dark pupils trembled slightly, and his voice became a little unnatural. "Why are you here?"
A luxurious blue nightgown hung loosely on Chen Yuchu, who was wiping himself with a towel in his hand. Steam rose from the luxurious bathroom behind him. His handsome face was like a jade sculpture, and water droplets from his hair slid onto his nightgown, revealing his thin, exposed muscles. He curled his thin lips, "This is my bedroom, ma'am."
Although Chen Yuchu only said this, Yan Jiu felt that he seemed to have a deeper meaning. She had just told him last night that she would not sleep in the master bedroom, and she sneaked in this morning. It didn't seem like she was being aboveboard. She felt guilty, and a faint blush appeared on her face. Her eyes moved erratically, and when she caught a glimpse of the book on the bedside table, she said in a nonsensical manner, "I'll get it."
Chen Yuchu glanced at the book, without saying whether he believed it or not. He said "hmm" calmly and turned back to the bathroom.
Yan Jiu stood there in a daze for a while, feeling more and more that her lie was a bit clumsy. Chen Yuchu just thought she was too naive and had no interest in exposing her. Her frail figure stood there, unconsciously clutching a corner of her pajamas. She hesitated for a long time before slowly walking into the bathroom.
Under the light, Chen Yuchu's face seemed to be covered with a thin layer of golden light. His eyes fell on Yan Jiu's nervous fingers. After a slight pause, he continued his movements.
The mist in the bathroom dissipated a little, and Yan Jiu's nostrils were filled with the light scent of mint. She took a step back somewhat unnaturally, and Chen Yuchu's voice suddenly rang out.
"Yanjiu."
Yan Jiu paused on her toes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and her pink lips parted slightly: "Sorry...actually, grandma is coming."
She pursed her lips and said it all at once, resigned to her fate, "Grandma must have come to check on us. She said she might not come to the bedroom, so I want to move my things back."
Chen Yuchu put down the hair dryer and looked at the hesitant figure in the mirror. His eyelashes, as black as crow feathers, raised slightly. "So you mean we should pretend to be a loving couple?"
Yan Jiu hadn't meant that at first; she just didn't want her grandmother to know they slept in separate rooms. But after hearing Chen Yuchu say that, she raised her head and said in a sweet voice, "Is that okay?"
If that's the case, that would be even better.
Before Chen Yuchu came back, Grandma Chen kept complaining about being worried and wanting them to be well. Yan Jiu knew that all the old lady wanted was a happy and harmonious family, and she didn't want her grandmother to see how they really got along and worry.
Chen Yuchu saw Yan Jiu's grape-black eyes light up. The warm yellow light shone on her delicate black hair, making her look bright and beautiful. She stood there quietly waiting for his answer, too well-behaved. Although she was not intentional, she was even more attractive.
His eyes moved downwards, and Yan Jiu's delicate, porcelain-white feet were stepping on the cold bathroom floor. She seemed unaware of the coldness of the ground, but people who saw her always felt that her feet were too weak.
"Shoes." Chen Yuchu's voice was very deep. He handed over a pair of men's shoes with his slender jade-like fingers without saying anything extra.
Yan Jiu looked down at the brand new men's shoes in front of him. Only then did he feel the cold marble beneath his feet seeping straight into his body. He stretched out his slender, white hand to take them, "Thank you."
As soon as my toes touched the soft shoes, a clear male voice like a spring came from my ears: "Help me blow dry my hair."
Without letting Yan Jiu guess, he said the next second: "Let's act."
Yan Jiu quickly put on his shoes and met Chen Yuchu's eyes, realizing that this was another new deal.
This is not difficult.
Yan Jiu took the hair dryer from the sink. His jade-like hands touched the warmth on it. He couldn't tell whether it was the heat generated by the operation of the machine or the residual body temperature of a person.
When you get closer to it, you can smell a light mint scent, which is not pungent but makes people clear-headed. I don’t know what is added to it, but it turns out to be sweet after a long time.
Chen Yuchu was extremely tall. Yan Jiu's almond-shaped eyes could only barely make out his sharp jawline. Her soft voice carried a hint of tenderness, "You're too tall."
Chen Yuchu didn't say anything, but stared at her with his dark eyes. He slowly bent down to serve Yan the wine.
Chen Yuchu, with his slightly damp black hair, lost his usual coldness and looked a bit more youthful. His eyelashes as black as crow feathers cast dense shadows under the light. Yan Jiu gently picked up a handful of his hair, and the warm wind blew out, falling along her white fingertips onto his black hair.
For a moment, the bathroom fell into silence, with only gusts of warm air from the hair dryer. Chen Yuchu suddenly raised his eyes and his gaze fell on Yan Jiu calmly. Under the warm yellow light, her face was flawless, without a single pore, and her movements were very focused.
There was a hint of caution in her almond-shaped eyes, and her beautiful eyelashes trembled slightly. They were very close, and her breath seemed to carry the fragrance of flowers.
Chen Yuchu's dark pupils deepened, his sharp Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his hoarse voice rang out: "Get out."
"Ah?" Yan Jiu exclaimed in surprise subconsciously. It had only just started a short time ago, and he really couldn't figure out Chen Yuchu's unpredictable temperament.
But looking at Chen Yuchu's calm expression, she could only conclude that he was just trying to make fun of her. Without asking any more questions, she put the hair dryer in the sink and said, "Then I'll go pack my things."
Chen Yuchu's calm eyes remained on Yan Jiu until she walked out of the bathroom and then out of the room, and no sound could be heard.
The taut blue veins appeared on the back of his hand, and the veins were clear. He slowly withdrew his gaze, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
Soon, the sound of water was heard in the bathroom again.
Yan Jiu went downstairs first and told Yu Yinghui to cook some dishes that Grandma Chen liked. She paid great attention to health and liked to eat medicinal food. He also asked the servants to clean up the guest bedroom on the second floor.
After explaining all this, Yan Jiu was about to go upstairs when she saw Yu Yinghui's hesitant look. Puzzled, she asked, "Aunt Hui, is there something inconvenient?"
There was a hint of laughter in Yu Yinghui's voice, "You are wearing your husband's shoes."
Yesterday, she panicked when she saw Yan Jiu secretly moving things to the second bedroom, and told Yong Meiru. Unexpectedly, the couple reconciled today. They are indeed the love of youth.
Yan Jiu's fair ears immediately turned red. She coughed as if to cover it up and looked away. "I was too anxious. Just now he asked me to...ah, I didn't pay attention."
Yu Yinghui watched Yan Jiu's increasingly incoherent speech and smiled vaguely, "I'll go to the kitchen and keep an eye on them. You go ahead and do your work."
Yan Jiu didn't know whether to take off her slippers at this moment. If she continued to wear them, she would feel a faint heat coming from her feet. There was no need to be so embarrassed. These shoes should be new and Chen Yuchu had never worn them before, but her cheeks still became hot uncontrollably.
She shook her head to get rid of the chaotic thoughts.
When he returned to the master bedroom, the sound of water in the bathroom continued. Yan Jiu was a little confused. Chen Yuchu's mysophobia was too serious. Did she just dirty his hair?
But time was running out and she didn't have time to think too much, so she put all the personal belongings she had taken back to their original places one by one.
There were a lot of things, and Yan Jiu moved them back and forth many times. A thin layer of sweat had already appeared on his smooth forehead. He blinked his eyelashes, which were as thin and brittle as butterfly wings, and found that Chen Yuchu had already left.
Yong Meiru arrived at half past ten.
In addition to her car, she brought three cars' worth of stuff, some of which were gifts for them, and the rest were Yong Meiru's daily necessities, including tableware, bedding, and clothing.
The Chen family lives a refined life. In comparison, Yan Jiu and Chen Yuchu's residence can be said to be a bit simple.
Yong Meiru was wearing a dark blue plain crepe satin cheongsam and a string of small-leaf red sandalwood Buddhist beads on her hand. She looked elegant and noble, and she smiled when she saw Yan Jiufang.
Yan Jiu first took her to the guest bedroom to settle down. As expected, Yong Meiru suggested, "Let's go to your room. I'll see if there's anything missing."
Yan Jiu obediently led Yong Meiru to the master bedroom on the third floor. Chen Yuchu was just coming out of the study. He had changed into a neatly ironed white shirt and trousers. His long, cold fingers held a transparent glass. He exuded a minty and cool aura, and his voice was clear and cold: "Grandma."
Yong Meiru smiled kindly and gently, "Yuchu, don't just be busy with work. Since you're taking a break, spend some time drinking with me."
Chen Yuchu walked over to Yan Jiu and naturally put his arm around her shoulders. The sudden breath made Yan Jiu's eyelashes tremble. With just a glance, she could see the clear veins on the back of the man's hand and the blue flywheel watch. She didn't move, revealing a decent smile, "Yuchu is very good to me."
This was the first time Yan Jiu used this address. Chen Yuchu's eyes narrowed slightly, and his very calm gaze fell on the tip of her slightly red ear. He said slowly in a deep tone: "I will accompany Xiaojiu more."
The two words "Xiaojiu" were pronounced by Chen Yuchu word by word with more tenderness, as if responding to the two words just now. Yan Jiu did not dare to raise his eyes, but only felt the strong and powerful palm on his shoulder was so hot that it made him dizzy.
Yong Meiru: "I'll let Xiaojiu accompany me to look around, you go ahead and do your thing."
"Yeah." Chen Yuchu responded indifferently.
The warmth on his shoulders gradually faded, his slender finger bones lightly pinched the glass, and in the light, Chen Yuchu's posture as he slowly walked down the stairs had a sense of cold and abstinence. Even through his shirt, one could tell that his figure under the shirt must be excellent.
Yan Jiu somehow thought of the sound of water in the bathroom just now.
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