"Sir, have you had dinner?"
Standing rigidly beside Cristiano, Aitein asked softly.
"..."
Before he could speak, she added, "The day after tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival. I've never experienced a Chinese festival before."
"I see many people are making zongzi."
"Can I ask the housekeeper to buy some tomorrow so we can make them together?"
Unable to find anything to talk about with her sir, she could only chat about trivial matters of life.
Cristiano glanced at her, "You can decide these small matters yourself; you don't need my approval."
Aitein: "Oh."
So not only did she have no common ground with him in business, but also in life?
Aitein felt a bit dejected.
But she still mustered her courage and said, "Do you need a massage? I..."
Cristiano's gaze, sharp as a blade, fell upon her, "Didn't I tell you not to linger in front of me when you have nothing to do?"
These past few days, he just wanted to be alone.
No one should disturb him.
Because—
The plan had already begun, and there was no turning back.
"Yes!"
Aitein left dejectedly, no longer daring to disturb him.
She ran back to her room in one breath, her legs almost giving out from fear. Just then, the phone rang.
It was Du Ruoxin calling. Aitein quickly slid to the green button, "Miss Du, hello."
Du Ruoxin: "Miss Aitein, hello. Did you call me? Sorry, my phone was on silent, and I'm only seeing it now."
Aitein: "Yes, I'm in E City. I wanted to invite you for a cup of coffee. I wonder if you have time?"
Du Ruoxin: "E City? Is the old man here too?"
Aitein: "Grandpa isn't here. I'm with Sir."
Big brother? Du Ruoxin frowned.
She did not approve of Aitein being with her big brother, as it was destined to be a tragedy.
Her mood suddenly became a little heavy.
Du Ruoxin said, "Oh, I have something tomorrow. Why don't you come to my place?"
Aitein felt a little happy, but still asked politely, "Is that okay? Won't it be too inconvenient?"
Du Ruoxin: "Not at all, not at all. You're welcome to visit my home. I'll send someone to pick you up tomorrow afternoon at two o'clock. Are you staying at Lantian Guishu?"
Aitein: "Yes."
—
Early in the morning, Du Ruoxin and her husband were doing their morning exercises when a little person climbed onto her bed.
"Mommy and Daddy aren't wearing clothes. Shameful."
Rong Doudou squeezed between the couple, her innocent words echoing in the room like a lark's song.
Du Ruoxin: "..."
A blush crept across her cheeks, and she covered herself.
That... cough, cough, cough.
Her daughter was growing up; they should avoid such situations.
Next time...
She needed to lock the door!
Du Ruoxin said with a flushed face, "Doudou, can you get Mommy's pajamas?"
Rong Doudou said in a childish voice, "Okay."
Then she hopped off the bed and brought Du Ruoxin and Rong Jingyang's clothes.
Du Ruoxin quickly put on her clothes and then rushed into the bathroom with her daughter.
"Mommy, I want to tie my hair in a bun today."
"Okay."
As the mother and daughter disappeared behind the door, a certain man was left alone and flustered.
Uh—
It was rare that he didn't have to work today, and it was a holiday.
Rong Jingyang slept half an hour later than usual. Just as he was preparing to get up, the woman clung to him.
Du Ruoxin was a captivating little enchantress.
She always made him lose control.
However, what was more troublesome than the little enchantress was that their intimate moment was interrupted by their daughter.
Rong Jingyang lay on the bed helplessly.
He turned over, intending to get up, but found his legs were not cooperating.
Staring at his "crippled" legs, he thought to himself, "It's time to heal!"