Footsteps sounded in the receiver, and Di Mingjue shot up from his chair. The staff member beside him glanced at him and immediately signaled for others to halt.
"Ziyu, I have something on my computer. Don't open it for now," Di Mingjue dared not make any more excuses to fob her off.
Hearing his urgent and hurried voice, Jiang Ziyu stopped teasing him. "Alright, I know. If I need to use the computer, I'll ask for your permission first."
Di Mingjue breathed a sigh of relief at her words. "I'll be back."
"Okay."
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Ziyu smiled.
"President Di, shall we continue?" the staff member tentatively asked when Di Mingjue hung up.
The large ship beneath them was almost fully decorated, and the work was now in its final stages.
Di Mingjue glanced at his employees, who were all staring at him expectantly. "Continue. Let's aim to finish today."
He couldn't wait any longer. If they delayed further, he feared he wouldn't be able to hold back before Jiang Ziyu found out.
Upon receiving the order, the employees worked overtime to complete the final decorations. By nightfall, all work was ready, with only tomorrow left.
Di Mingjue returned home as usual, working late into the night. Upon arriving at the Di residence, apart from the servants tidying up, everyone else had retired to their rooms to rest.
Di Mingjue headed straight for his room.
"You're back," Jiang Ziyu said, putting down her magazine and emerging from the covers. "Have you eaten?"
"Not yet."
"Then you go wash up. I'll cook you a bowl of noodles this afternoon."
Watching Jiang Ziyu walk out of the room, Di Mingjue stood there, flattered.
After neglecting him for a few days, why was she suddenly so good to him?
Di Mingjue turned to look outside the door, clenching his fist by his side and pinching his thigh hard.
Painful!
His stunned expression instantly turned to joy.
Half an hour later, Jiang Ziyu returned to the room with a tray.
"We still had tomatoes in the fridge, so I made egg and tomato noodles. Eat them while they're hot."
The steaming noodles were placed on the table. Di Mingjue walked up to Jiang Ziyu and wrapped his arms around her slender waist. "It's so good to have you!"
The steam tickled her neck. Jiang Ziyu shifted and half-heartedly pushed his arm away. "Hurry and eat. They won't taste good if they get cold."
"Will you eat some with me?"
"No, I've already eaten tonight."
She hadn't eaten, but Di Mingjue forcibly pulled her to sit beside him.
After finishing the bowl of noodles, his empty stomach was instantly filled. Di Mingjue burped without any regard for his image and grinned at Jiang Ziyu.
Jiang Ziyu gently rubbed his forehead with her hand and got up to take the tray.
"I'll do it, you rest," Di Mingjue said, reaching out.
The plate was between them, and neither of them let go, as if it were a treasure.
Looking at the sloshing broth in the bowl, Jiang Ziyu helplessly advised, "Go wash up first. I'll come up in a moment."
As soon as she finished speaking, Di Mingjue's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at Jiang Ziyu with a thoughtful, silly grin.
A few minutes later, Jiang Ziyu seemed to understand. Her words were filled with temptation, as if they were about to engage in intimate behavior soon.
Her face instantly flushed red. She turned and fled the room with the tray as if escaping a disaster.
She tossed the bowl into the sink. Recalling Di Mingjue's expectant gaze, Jiang Ziyu dawdled, washing one bowl for about ten minutes.
Di Mingjue emerged from the bathroom smelling fresh. Seeing the empty room, he was eager to go out and investigate.
As soon as the door opened, Jiang Ziyu appeared at the doorway.
"You're here," Di Mingjue released the doorknob and pulled Jiang Ziyu into his embrace.
Closing the door and bringing her in, Di Mingjue gently placed Jiang Ziyu on the bed.
Feeling the weight on her, Jiang Ziyu pushed against his chest. "Aren't you busy tomorrow?"
Thinking of the events tomorrow, Di Mingjue raised his eyes to meet Jiang Ziyu's gaze.