Di Mingjue spent these years developing Di Jue Group on one hand, and founding his own company on the other. The company had been established for several years, and besides Di Mingjue and Shen Lin, no one else knew about this.
The car stopped in front of a villa. Di Mingjue stepped out of the driver's seat first, considerately opened the car door, and then bent down to pick up Qianqian from the back seat.
"Where is this?" Jiang Ziyu asked, looking at the magnificent villa with confusion.
With one leg forward and lifting his hips, Di Mingjue revealed his trouser pocket. "The key is inside."
Jiang Ziyu looked down and suggested sheepishly, "I'm holding Qianqian, you open the door."
"It will wake her up if we go back and forth," Di Mingjue refused, insisting she get it. "You can reach it."
The trouser pocket was quite shallow, so Jiang Ziyu had to reach with one hand, pinching the outer layer outwards to avoid touching his thigh muscles. Her fingers carefully explored inside.
"A little lower," Di Mingjue guided her verbally.
Feeling apprehensive and nervous, Jiang Ziyu was worried about touching him and cautiously tried to avoid it. To her surprise, she still made contact.
She looked up at Di Mingjue in embarrassment. He seemed unaffected and told her, "Take it out and open the door."
After much effort, the villa's main door was opened.
When this luxurious house was purchased, no one had lived in it. Di Mingjue's decision to live separately from the Di family was not a sudden one made tonight. He had arranged for people to clean the villa half a month ago.
Jiang Ziyu walked ahead and opened the entrance hall door, holding a flashlight and pressing the switch beside it.
"This place has been cleaned?"
She looked at the spotless floor and the neatly arranged items. The entire space bore the marks of someone organizing it.
Could it be that someone else had lived here before they arrived?
Her thoughts showed on her face. Di Mingjue placed Qianqian in a room, then came out and deliberately brought her to sit on the sofa. "The moment I first told you we would be together forever, I had already arranged for people to clean this place. From now on, you are the mistress of this home. You decide everything in the house, including me."
Di Mingjue spread his arms, enveloping Jiang Ziyu's body on both sides.
At this moment, Jiang Ziyu's heart was already captured by Di Mingjue, and all the doubts in her heart vanished. She was willing to take this step, to bear the pressure from all sides with him, and to protect their small family together.
Jiang Ziyu spontaneously cupped Di Mingjue's cheeks, lifting his chin. She lowered her head and kissed his lips.
As their lips touched, it was like dry tinder meeting a raging fire. Di Mingjue raised his hand, cupped the back of Jiang Ziyu's head, and deepened the kiss.
After years apart, they were once again truly touching each other's bodies. It was as fitting as the first time, everything flowing naturally.
The next day, Jiang Ziyu opened her eyes and found herself lying in Di Mingjue's arms. He was staring at her with wide eyes, a smile on his face.
"Awake?"
Thinking about what happened last night, Jiang Ziyu lowered her head and buried her face in the quilt.
She was so embarrassed. How could she have kissed him first!
Di Mingjue shifted his body downwards, bringing his gaze level with Jiang Ziyu's. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Did I hurt you last night?"
The string of questions made Jiang Ziyu's already rosy cheeks turn even redder.
She took a deep breath, pulled the quilt down, and looked at him shyly, "Shut up!"
Seeing her flushed face, Di Mingjue understood. He brushed the hair away from her cheeks and lowered his head to kiss her forehead.
Feeling the heat, Jiang Ziyu looked at Di Mingjue's leaning gaze.
"Next time, I'll be gentler."
The warm air drifted into her ears, accompanied by his electrifying voice. Jiang Ziyu shivered, goosebumps prickling her skin.