Chapter 92 – What Are You Doing? I
Chapter 92 – What Are You Doing? I
Old Man Xian's eyes finally had a hint of a smile, but it flashed across his face as he said with a straight face, "Since you all aren't leaving, then sit down and accompany me to eat! Nanny Cheng, get someone to heat up the food!"
"All right." Nanny Cheng's eyes filled with joy. She loved this young lady whom she had only met once, and she always felt that this quiet and sensible child must be good.
Nanny Cheng was very happy and quickly called some servants to take a plate of side dishes on the table to heat it up.
Xian Zihao then told Jiang Ruolan to sit down first, then pulled up the chair closest to her and sat down.
Jiang Ruolan secretly glanced at him and noticed there was fatigue in his eyes. Xian Zihao didn't sleep much for two days, so she was afraid that his body had reached its limit.
Sensing her worried gaze, Xian Zihao looked at her. "I'm fine."
"Zihao, are you feeling unwell?" When everything finally calmed down, Zhan An overheard a conversation between Xian Zihao and Jiang Ruolan. She found that her son looked very pale. She couldn't help but ask anxiously.
Xian Zihao shook his head. His face was still a little pale, but he was smiling.
"This may be because you were locked in Liuxian's room last night and couldn't sleep well." Zhan An sighed and turned to Jiang Ruolan, "Ruolan, accompany Zihao back to his room to rest after breakfast."
"Mom, I will watched him rest." Jiang Ruolan nodded.
No matter how unhappy Old Master Xian and Xian Jian were, they held back their anger and did not say anything to stop the mother-in-law from singing with her daughter-in-law.
They barely finished their breakfast in peace.
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"How are you? If I remember correctly, you did not sleep for two days."
Jiang Ruolan followed Xian Zihao to his room on the third floor. Xian Zihao stopped and looked back at her indifferently. "How do you know I haven't slept for two days?"
"I …" Jiang Ruolan licked her dry lips. "I passed by the river bay bridge the night before yesterday and saw quite a few police cars along with your car parked at the head of the bridge. Something bad must have happened there right? You returned to Greenville Residence early yesterday morning, so you must not sleep. "
Xian Zihao did not answer her question and went straight to the bathroom.
When he came out of the bathroom, he saw that Jiang Ruolan had made the bed. At the same time, he saw her holding a glass of warm milk in her hand.
Jiang Ruolan handed him a glass of milk and said, "Well, since you haven't slept for two days, you should drink milk first before you go to bed."
Xian Zihao didn't take the glass. He just looked at her and said meaningfully, "You really act like an obedient wife."
Jiang Ruolan was speechless. She frowned. "Stop being sentimental. I see that you didn't sleep for two days, so I let Nanny Cheng heat a glass of milk for you while you were taking a shower."
"Am I being sentimental?" Suddenly Xian Zihao smiled and saw the embarrassment in Jiang Ruolan's eyes. "When you asked Nanny Cheng to heat the milk, she didn't tell you that I never drank milk?"
"Huh?" She was surprised.
"Huh what? I don't drink it " He looked at her indifferently, then turned around
"Why lock the door?"
Xian Zihao frowned and sighed without opening his eyes. "Do you wish the old man realized that he had been played and hit us with his cane?"
Jiang Ruolan immediately felt a chill run down her spine. She quickly walked to the door and locked it.
Xian Zihao was lying on the bed. When he heard the sound of the door being locked, his lips was slightly curled up.
Seeing that he was going to fall asleep like this, Jiang Ruolan frowned and walked over to pull the blanket over him. Xian Zihao didn't resist it. Suddenly, his eyebrows furrowed. "You didn't take a shower last night?"
"Mm …Guiying took me to a small building in the back where the water heater was broken and there was no hot water." Jiang Ruolan replied while looking at the glass of milk on the bedside table. She was considering whether to drink it or not. It would be too wasteful to leave it like this.
While she was thinking, Xian Zihao frowned and said, "Jiang Ruolan, go take a shower."
"I don't want to take a shower."
Xian Zihao finally opened his eyes. "Take a shower or not?"
"Don't want to." She had long sworn that every time she was alone with Xian Zihao, she would always stink.
"Don't want to take a shower?" He suddenly got up and said, "All right, I'll help you take a shower."
Jiang Ruolan immediately took a step back. Seeing that she was frightened, Xian Zihao stopped moving and smiled. "A hot shower can dispel the cold. You still have a fever."
She froze. Xian Zihao lay back down. He closed his eyes and said, "I don't want to get infected."
Jiang Ruolan almost spurted a mouthful of blood on his face. She couldn't help but glare at his closed eyes again and again. After thinking that he wouldn't do anything to her, she obediently entered the bathroom.
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In the bathroom, there were only a bathrobe and a towel. The bathrobe was worn by Xian Zihao. Jiang Ruolan lowered her head to look at the clothes that had just been soaked in water, then looked at the towel. After a while, she finally managed to wrap her body with it and when she looked in the mirror again, besides her shoulders and calves, everything else was wrapped tightly, so she sighed in relief.
Xian Zihao seemed to be asleep, so she quietly tiptoed on the soft carpet and walked step by step towards the bed. When she lowered her head, she saw that his usually distant and cold face had become warm and gentle due to sleep.
A trace of a smile could not help but appear in her eyes. When she turned around, she suddenly saw that the glass on the bedside table was empty.
Jiang Ruolan almost laughed out loud. She raised her hand to cover her mouth and proudly looking at Xian Zihao's closed eyes. "Didn't you say you would not drink it? So why did you drink it? What a liar."
After saying that, she quietly bent down and secretly observed his sleeping face.
This was the first time she had looked at Xian Zihao's face more closely, without the presence of anyone else. Usually, whenever she looked at him, there was always an indescribable feeling of alienation. She always felt that this man was so far away from her, and yet at times, so close to her.
Jiang Ruolan carefully looked at his handsome outline, his clear eyebrows, his tall and straight nose, and his thin, gentle lips.
"Ruolan is my wife. She is now, and will be, in the future."
His voice echoed in her ears. That faint voice didn't have the slightest trace of anger, but it was as if he had reached a conclusion.
A trace of confusion appeared in her eyes as she looked at this man with such high temperament that could make one's hair stand on end.
Would their marriage really last? The sensible plan from before had always been a stopgap plan. Even if he was righteous, even if he was loveless, he would keep his promise as her husband and would not do anything that would let her down. However, how far can he go in an unblessed marriage?
Suddenly, the man she was watching opened his eyes. Jiang Ruolan was stunned and completely unable to recover.
When she finally regained her senses and was about to retreat, her waist suddenly tightened as she was pulled into the soft bed.
"What are you doing?!" Jiang Ruolan cried out in horror, her eyes staring straight at the layer of mist in Xian Zihao's eyes. Her body was pressed tightly by him and she couldn't move at all.
Jiang Ruolan immediately frowned. "Are you pretending to sleep?!"
Xian Zihao's lips curved into a smile as his gaze swept across her flushed face. "No wonder Qin Gengxin gave you such a name. As expected, when your face reddened, it really did look unusually red."
Jiang Ruolan's stiffened as she looked sharply at the man who was pressing her. She looked down at him condescendingly. "You …"
"You're blushing …" Xian Zihao's dark eyes narrowed as he looked at the awkwardness in Jiang Ruolan's eyes with a smile that was not a smile. "Was it because you were caught peeking at me, or because …"
Before he finished his sentence, he gently pulled up the towel that was already slightly loose on her body. As if by accident, his hand suddenly touched her bare leg, and his palm gradually moved upwards. In the blink of an eye, Jiang Ruolan's body stiffened. Xian Zihao's hand was touching her buttocks, lifted her and pressed her lower body tightly against his.