Accompanied by her bodyguard, Bai Xiaoruo finally made it downstairs with great difficulty, just as Xian Mingyu returned from his run.
Their eyes met.
Hsien Ming-yu was dressed in a white tracksuit, wearing light white sneakers, with a Bluetooth headset in one ear and a white towel around his neck. His hair was still a little wet from his intense run.
This was the first time Bai Xiaoruo had seen Xuan Mingyu dressed in any other way besides a suit and tie.
Compared to his composed and reserved demeanor in a suit, this sportswear makes him appear much more sunny.
And, most importantly, this guy is so cool he's practically committing fouls all the time!
As she stared, Bai Xiaoruo was momentarily stunned, almost swooning over her crush.
"You're practically drooling." Xuan Mingyu walked past Bai Xiaoruo and headed straight for the restaurant.
"Huh?" Upon hearing what Xuan Mingyu said, Bai Xiaoruo quickly touched her mouth with her hand. There was nothing there. Where did she drool?
He tricked me again!
Bai Xiaoruo pouted and slowly walked towards the restaurant, leaning on her cane.
I finally managed to sit down in the chair; it was such a relief.
I really hope my leg injury heals quickly; I don't like walking with crutches at all.
Breakfast was simple: light millet porridge, steamed buns, and fried dough sticks, all bought from outside.
Bai Xiaoruo and Xian Mingyu ate their own food without saying a word to each other.
Breakfast was served quietly.
"Give me your phone number," Xian Mingyu suddenly said out of the blue.
To avoid always being unable to find her, since she loves to run around all day.
When Xuan Mingyu called Aunt Qin last time, he forgot to ask her for Bai Xiaoruo's number. Now that she's here, he might as well ask her himself.
"I don't have a cell phone," Bai Xiaoruo answered honestly.
"Don't tell me it's lost."
Bai Xiaoru shook her head, "I've never bought a cell phone."
"What?"
If she were a primary or middle school student, Xuan Mingyu wouldn't say anything about her not having a cell phone, but the key point is that she's already in college and still doesn't have a cell phone? What's the difference between that and being completely isolated from the world?
The Bai family is also stingy and doesn't seem to particularly like their daughter Bai Xiaoruo, probably focusing more on their eldest daughter Bai Xiaofu.
When investigating the Bai family's information, they only found Bai Xiaofu and did not find Bai Xiaoruo. They knew that the eldest daughter of the Bai family often frequented various high-end entertainment venues and was extremely generous in her shopping and spending. As for Bai Xiaoruo, they only found out about her when Xian Mingyu accompanied Xian Zhengsen and Lin Suqing to the Bai family for the first time.
The two fell silent again.
Xuan Mingyu didn't say anything, as if it wasn't a trivial matter to him. Since he didn't ask, Bai Xiaoruo simply kept quiet as well.
After finishing his breakfast, Xuan Mingyu went straight upstairs. He was covered in sweat from his run and couldn't shower right away, so he ate something first.
Now that Bai Xiaoruo is no longer upstairs, his room has naturally been returned to its rightful owner.
Xuan Mingyu changed into a dark blue suit and came downstairs. Bai Xiaoruo had just finished eating and sat obediently in a chair.
Suddenly, Xian Mingyu walked towards her and, without saying a word, picked Bai Xiaoru up from the chair. Bai Xiaoru was startled and quickly grabbed her crutch and wrapped her arms around his neck. Xian Mingyu was so tall that when he picked her up, it felt as if she had suddenly grown to 1.7 meters tall. She was afraid that he might drop her if he didn't hold her properly.
"What, what are you going to do now?" She looked at him innocently.
"By the time you, you snail, step out the door, it'll be tomorrow." With that, he picked her up and headed straight for the door.
Bai Xiaoruo puffed up her cheeks in anger, but dared not open her mouth to refute him.
She's not a snail! It's not like she wanted to walk slowly because of her injured leg.
As they stepped out into the courtyard, Bai Xiaoruo suddenly remembered, "Oh no! Your clothes are still on the bed. I promised to take them back to wash them for you. I haven't even folded the blankets on your bed yet. Put me down quickly, I need to go upstairs to get my clothes." She swung her uninjured leg, trying to jump off his arms.
"If you don't wash it, just throw it away. You don't need to clean the room; someone else will take care of it." Xuan Mingyu hugged the little girl tightly in his arms, not letting her move around anymore. Otherwise, if he really dropped her, it wouldn't be his fault.
We'll be hiring a cleaning lady later, so she doesn't need to worry about it.
"Lost it? What a waste, that shirt is still so new." Could it be because I wore his shirt and picked up my scent that he doesn't want it anymore?
As if she were telling a super funny joke, Xian Mingyu leaned closer to her and said, "Mrs. Xian, your husband isn't so poor that he only has one shirt to wear."
"If you're not poor, why would you give me your own clothes to wear? You wouldn't even buy me a set of women's clothes..." Bai Xiaoru muttered to herself.
However, his address of "Mrs. Xian" just now was quite pleasant to hear.
At the beginning, Bai Xiaoruo was still not used to being called "Young Mistress" by others, but when Xian Mingyu called her "Mrs. Xian," it seemed to be a direct admission that she was his wife in name and in fact, which made Bai Xiaoruo very happy and delighted.
"What did you say?" She spoke too softly, and Xuan Mingyu didn't hear her clearly.
"No, I didn't say anything."
The car was already waiting at the door. Xuan Mingyu first carried Bai Xiaoruo into the car, then stood by the car and said something to the bodyguard. Because the car door was closed, Bai Xiaoruo didn't hear what they were saying.
After giving some instructions to his bodyguard, Xian Mingyu walked around to the other side of the car and got in.
This chapter is not finished, please click the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
