The nightdress was as thin as a cicada’s wing, and it was so tiny that Ye Shengge didn’t know how much flesh it could cover.
Her face turned red as she imagined herself wearing it.
Wasn’t… Wasn’t this too much?
She had just done it the other night. Could this man… take it?
Besides, if she were to lie on his bed like that, would he take it? Or would he throw her out in a fit of anger.
Ye Shengge felt a bit conflicted, but also ashamed.
Sister Xiu walked in and noticed her spacing out. Thus, she smiled and said, “Young Madam, do you still like this set of nightwear?”
Ye Shengge felt as if she had just been scalded. She threw the piece of clothing on the bed and put on a calm expression. “No! Ji Shiting won’t like it either!”
“Who says so? Young Master will like anything Young Madam wears.” Sister Xiu winked at her.
“Not necessarily…” Ye Shengge smiled dryly.
It seemed that Ji Shiting’s thoughtfulness had played a part last night, and the servants probably thought he valued her very much.
“It’s true, I can tell that Young Master really likes you,” said Sister Xiu with a smile. “When I was working in the Ji family’s manor, Young Master was only in his teens, and he was already very detached. It’s very difficult to see him show any emotion let alone smile. Even the Old Master couldn’t elicit much of a smile from him. But when Young Master was with you, he showed much more expressions and smiled way more.”
More expressions… Was it true? Wasn’t it all because he looked upon her with disdain?
And smiling… That was obviously sneering.
Ye Shengge felt that all the servants in the villa had misunderstood. However, this was a misunderstanding that Ji Shiting had deliberately made.
“I’ll take a shower first,” Ye Shengge bashfully.
“Okay.” Sister Xiu pointed at the nightdress on the bed. “Remember to wear this.”
pAn,D a-n0ve1,c-o-m She then left and closed the door.
Ye Shengge stared at the red nightdress on the bed.
…
Ji Shiting returned to Qianfan Villa at nine in the evening.
He was still talking on the phone via his Bluetooth earpiece when he walked through the door. He took off his suit jacket and handed it to the servant who waited on him while speaking in fluent English.
Sister Xiu handed him a glass of lemon water, and he took a sip.
After some time, he ended the phone call and finished the lemon water.
“Young Master, Young Madam is waiting for you in the master bedroom.” Sister Xiu took the empty cup and said with a smile.
Ji Shiting had the same expressionless face but his eyes dimmed.
“Do you need supper?” Sister Xiu asked.
“No need.” Ji Shiting unbuttoned his tie and walked toward the stairs. His voice was hoarse, probably because he’d been talking for too long.
That man didn’t walk very briskly but he didn’t stop at all. He had unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt by the time he reached the second floor.
Sister Xiu watched from behind and smiled. She waved her hands, gesturing for the servants to return to their rooms to rest in case they hear anything they shouldn’t be hearing.
Ji Shiting pushed open the bedroom door and turned on the lights.
On the large bed, the woman hiding under the blanket sat up and smiled at him. “You’re back? Um… I was waiting for you to sleep together.”
