Back at the villa, the elevator ascended to the rooftop, with doors slowly opening to both the left and right.
Qian Xuan said to Liu Zhizhong, "Support God, a mont in a sumr night is worth a thousand gold, have a pleasant ti!"
After he spoke, he gave a gentle smile, which was the epito of warmth, modesty, and politeness.
Liu Zhizhong really appreciated it and could only nod helplessly, "Okay, thank you Mr. Xuan. Mr. and Mrs., good night?"
"Alright, good night!" Qian Xuan waved his hand grandly as a farewell.
Luo Shuxiu simply looked over, her eyes soft with encouragent as she nodded at Liu Zhizhong.
Liu Zhizhong understood her gaze but maintained a steady appearance, nodding, "Okay, good night!"
After all, Qian Xuan, in a wheelchair, indeed could not see the eye-contact between his wife and Liu Zhizhong. Sigh...
Liu Zhizhong exited the elevator, passed through the guest hall, and went straight back to his room.
In the room, a wispy scent of lavender was diffusing, soothing one's spirit pleasantly.
Shi Jing had already adjusted the lights to the appropriate setting, creating an ambiance that was both visibly and subtly dim, which stirred a certain warmth in the blood.
At this mont, Shi Jing had shed her professional attire and donned a loose, pure white nightgown, mid-length.
She had been sitting on the sofa, but stood up to greet Liu Zhizhong when he returned.
As she stood, the white dress fluttered lightly, the peaks beneath her heart stirring, her long, glaring white legs truly dazzling.
Liu Zhizhong involuntarily took a sharp breath, wondering if his professional attire was too restrictive on her, making her now so buoyant?
For he truly saw, the flesh at her bosom, prominently outlined, noticeably contoured amidst the peaks.
Shi Jing rely glanced at Liu Zhizhong, then shyly turned away, lowering her voice, "You're back?"
It was hard to imagine that this icy woman could display such shyness.
Liu Zhizhong subconsciously swallowed, nodding, "Yes, I'm back, have you been here long?"
"Uh…"
Shi Jing rely nodded and walked towards the imnsely comfortable bed.
That turn highlighted her tall silhouette, the enticing contours of her beautiful hips. Under the light, her healthy pale skin was truly srizing.
Ah, a capable woman indeed has a distinct aura!
Liu Zhizhong coughed twice, then said, "So... Jingjing, are you planning to sleep?"
Shi Jing turned only once she reached the bed, then sat down on it, saying, "At this hour, aren't you supposed to sleep when you co back?"
"But..."
Liu Zhizhong shrugged, a bit awkwardly, "It's just… we…"
Ah, even soone as eloquent as Demon Liu felt sowhat at a loss for words at this mont.
Shi Jing's face also reddened slightly, she bowed her head, unsure what to say.
Liu Zhizhong had no choice but to sit down on the sofa, took a mont to collect his thoughts, then said, "Actually… when Mr. Xuan arranged this, I refused because it was unimaginable."
Shi Jing looked up, offering a rueful smile, "But what can you do? What can I do?"
"It seems there's nothing we can do. After all, in this world, soone as dominant as Mr. Xuan is irresistible to us small folks. I just feel, a bit sorry for you…"
"It's okay. This is my job, he is my master, and a servant must obey the master's commands. As long as they don't send us to our deaths, all commands are valid. Plus, our compensation isn't low, naturally the job demands are matching."
"That you think this way eases my mind a bit. So..." Liu Zhizhong paused, then asked, "Are you... married or... dating soone? I'm sorry, I'm not prying into your private life, just... haha, trying to lighten the mood a bit..."
Seeing him like this, resembling a shy young man, and his voice exceedingly pleasant, true to Mr. L, Shi Jing couldn't help feeling a bit amused, relaxing more.
She said, "I got married last year, but my husband..."
She suddenly stopped, rembering work discipline, and did not continue.
However, her eyes briefly betrayed a sadness that quickly vanished.
Liu Zhizhong absent-mindedly asked, "What happened to your partner?"
"Oh, it's nothing..." Shi Jing, strong as ever, blinked and then said, "He's gone."
"Ah? That..."
Liu Zhizhong beca depressed, and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I really shouldn't have asked that. I didn't an to hurt you, I apologize."
"It's really fine, it's all in the past. People need to look forward, right?"
"Yes, exactly, look forward. Fortunately, you now have this job, and in a year or two, you'll be able to leave. By then, your financial situation should be quite good, which is nice."
"I guess so! These days, money is really hard to earn. Not like you, Mr. L, with your billion-level traffic celebrity status…"
"You flatter , it was rely a coincidence..."
"…"
As they chatted like this, both gradually relaxed.
After all, interaction and communication between people are necessary; otherwise, so matters might feel too abrupt, right?
Matters of emotion are matters of art—they can't be rushed or impatient, can they?
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