The palace maid had no idea of Jun Xiqing’s identity. It wasn’t surprising in a way, as she had been here for two days and Lu Yeming didn’t speak to her even once. As a result, the maid naturally started to instruct Jun Xiqing to do some chores.
Jun Xiqing quickly nodded: Okay.
She ran into the kitchen.
In the kitchen.
World-renowned chefs clad in white were all busy cooking. One of the chefs had prepared a fruit platter and handed it to Jun Xiqing. “Bring this into the study for His Majesty.”
Jun Xiqing took over the platter and headed to the study.
…
The doors to the study were open. Jun Xiqing lowered her head and entered.
Lu Yeming was sitting on the dark red couch wearing a tailored white shirt and black western-style pants. She had not seen him for two days but he still looked as elegant and handsome as ever. His mannerisms were graceful and refined. It was hard to tear one’s gaze away from him.
It seemed the foreign political leader had not arrived yet. His long legs were elegantly folded and he was reading a document balanced on his knees. Walking over softly, Jun Xiqing placed the fruit platter on the coffee table in front of him.
He was still concentrating on the document and didn’t notice her.
Jun Xiqing turned to leave.
Having just taken one step, a low, magnetic voice sounded out. “Did I give you permission to leave?”
Jun Xiqing was stunned. She turned and gazed at him.
Lu Yeming had lifted his head and was looking at her meaningfully. He smirked and said in a lazy tone, “Come here.”
Jun Xiqing walked over: What’s the matter?
“I want to eat some grapes.”
A bunch of large, purple grapes was on the platter.
He wanted to eat grapes?
Jun Xiqing fluttered her lashes: So?
“Feed me.”
“…”
Did he have no hands?
One had no choice but to be humble when living under another’s roof. Jun Xiqing reached out and picked out one grape. She handed it to him: For you.
Lu Yeming glanced at her. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward and she tumbled right into his firm lap.
—-Ah!
Jun Xiqing wanted to get up but he held onto her slender waist.
“Feed me the grape,” he whispered by her ear as he lowered his eyelids and caressed her silky hair nonchalantly.
Jun Xiqing’s delicate little face turned red and her eyes seemed to say: This is the study. President Lu, can you behave yourself?
Still, she peeled the skin off the grape and delivered it to his lips.
Lu Yeming opened his mouth and ate the grape she fed him.
Such an act made Jun Xiqing feel her temperature rising. Feeding a man in such a way was a very ambiguous action, right?
So she placed her hands on his chest to try and push him away.
This time, Lu Yeming didn’t resist and allowed her to get up.
Footsteps could be heard from the outside, as well as Fan Men’s voice. “Leader Mu, this way, please. His Majesty has already been waiting for some time in the study.”
The foreign political leader had arrived.
Jun Xiqing hurriedly tried to extricate herself from him. But her slender wrist was once again gripped by someone.
Jun Xiqing returned his gaze: President Lu, what do you want now?
He was staring at her with his deep, almond-shaped eyes, which held a dark, unhappy light. He then glanced down at his own pants.
Jun Xiqing followed his gaze and immediately blushed a deep red.
Oh no. Her period had come.
Since she was sitting on his lap just now, it had stained his pants. As he was wearing tailored black western-style pants, the stain wasn’t very obvious. But it still looked a bit strange.
The air was still and silent.
Uncomfortably so.
Jun Xiqing really never expected to stain him with her… period.
God, how embarrassing! She quickly drew out two pieces of tissue paper to help him wipe it: Sorry! I am really sorry!
“It’s fine, stop wiping!”
Lu Yeming grabbed her slender wrist and steered her toward the work desk, before stuffing her into the empty nook underneath the table. This way, no one would be able to see her. Jun Xiqing wanted to move but Fan Men had already led Leader Mu into the room. The very important guest had arrived.
Jun Xiqing quickly quietened down. Her line of sight went dark as Lu Yeming shook hands with Leader Mu and sat down on the leather chair. Stuck underneath the table, Jun Xiqing’s soft body was rolled into a tiny ball and tucked in just right into the small nook. His tight, firm hips and long legs were all she could see.
“President Lu, I am very happy to be a guest in your country. This is my daughter Mu Yanyan.” Leader Mu was all smiles.
A voice that sounded like a yellow warbler rang out clearly. “President Lu, it is my honor to finally meet you. You can call me Yanyan.”
Mu Yanyan, the daughter of the political leader.
Jun Xiqing could tell just by her voice that she must be a very beautiful girl.
“Hello, Miss Mu.” Lu Yeming’s tone was polite but distant.
“President Lu, my Yanyan has always been a great admirer of yours but never got the chance to meet you. Now that we have this opportunity, you must get to know each other better. Yanyan is a very good girl.”
It was obvious that this Leader Mu had brought his own daughter here for a matchmaking session. Dongfang Ruoli had just been gotten rid of and Lu Yeming had yet to remarry. How many others out there were like him, eager to marry off their daughters to Lu Yeming? Not only that, but Jun Xiqing had also heard before that this Mu Yanyan was a first-class beauty.
Lowering her lashes, Jun Xiqing felt a wave of sourness washing over her heart. It didn’t feel good at all.
As she tried to distract herself from these unpleasant thoughts, she noticed his pants were still dirty, so used the tissue in her hand to gently wipe the stain.
When Lu Yeming felt a little hand gently rubbing against his thigh, his brow wrinkled slightly. It felt very ticklish. He lowered his face at the same time that Jun Xiqing was looking up at him. Her makeup-free face was clear and flawless while her eyes were sparkling. The sight of her stirred his heart.
Lu Yeming’s Adam’s apple quivered and he looked nonchalantly at Leader Mu. “I will bring Miss Mu out for some sightseeing when I have the time.”
Leader Mu immediately laughed happily while Mu Yanyan blushed in a bashful manner.
The sour feeling in Jun Xiqing’s heart intensified. She bit her lower lip as her rubbing action became more forceful.
Lu Yeming’s eyes darkened. Her rubbing motion was creating an electric current that ran toward his groin area.
He reached out and pressed down on her wayward little hand.
He gazed down at her, the warning clear in his eyes: Stop messing around!
Jun Xiqing wanted to draw back her hand but then her long hair accidentally got caught in his pants zipper.
Ah!
A tearing sound.
It hurt!
Jun Xiqing wriggled vigorously to try to get loose.
This woman! Lu Yeming’s eyes turned slightly red and he bit down on the inside of his cheeks. He was controlling his urge to just reach down and give that little woman a smack. Now that her face was more or less buried in his pants, he could feel her heated breath, which was heavy with all the repressed things that she wanted to say but had not been able to.
