Truly a tycoon!
Mi Jing walked slowly into the house, tapping her heart nervously. As the saying goes, entering a wealthy family is as deep as the sea. Would his family be as complicated as they show in TV dramas, with complex family relationships, sibling rivalries, and hidden fights for the family estate?
As Mi Jing's mind wandered off with all kinds of thoughts, Shen Lingxing had already climbed the stairs to the master bedroom on the second floor. Overlooking the distracted Mi Jing, he smiled lightly and said, "Honey, do you need me to help you with your luggage?"
Honey? Who's he calling?
Mi Jing furrowed her brows lightly, not responding immediately. Then, she looked towards the source of the voice and saw Shen Lingxing's smiling handsome face. Only then did she realize he was talking to her.
"No need, no need, I can do it myself," Mi Jing replied hurriedly. After speaking, she quickly dashed upstairs, panting, "Can... can I stay in the guest room for now?"
"I'm afraid not," Shen Lingxing leaned against the railing with his arms crossed and said lazily.
"But..." Mi Jing bit her lip and said, "I need some time to get used to our relationship."
"I can give you time, but we just got married. It's not good to sleep in separate rooms." The housekeeper, planted by his grandmother, would undoubtedly cause trouble if he agreed to let Mi Jing sleep in the guest room. Who knows what kind of fuss she would create.
"..."
Even though Mi Jing didn't want to share a bed with Shen Lingxing, she couldn't find a reason to argue, so she had to accept the reality reluctantly.
Mi Jing reached for the handle of her suitcase and looked around without seeing a wardrobe. So she asked, "Where should I put my stuff?"
"The first door on the right, it's the walk-in closet." Shen Lingxing pointed in the direction of the closet.
"Oh." Mi Jing responded perfunctorily, then dragged her suitcase into the walk-in closet.
Oh my god!
Once again, Mi Jing was amazed.
The spacious walk-in closet had all sorts of clothes and shoes neatly and clearly organized. Everything looked expensive, luxurious, and exquisite. This must be the lifestyle of wealthy people!
After sightseeing, Mi Jing quickly organized her stuff. This stark contrast made her feel the gap between herself and Shen Lingxing even more. She couldn't help but wonder why this wealthy man chose to marry someone like her, an ordinary person.
Logically, he should have married a woman from a suitable family or a beautiful star, not someone like her.
However, despite her doubts, Mi Jing didn't intend to find out. She thought, since she was already married to Shen Lingxing, all she could do was try to make her life as peaceful and comfortable as possible.
Mi Jing came out of the walk-in closet and saw Shen Lingxing in the study within a few steps. He was concentrating on the computer screen and didn't notice her.
The study was open, framed by elaborately carved wood to form a spacious area. There were door frames and window frames, but no doors or windows, so the study's arrangement was clear from a glance.
Two large bookshelf wall units stood against the wall, filled with books. The desk was placed in front of the window frame. At that moment, Shen Lingxing was sitting in front of the desk, facing Mi Jing, so she could see his focused expression clearly.
Not only was the study open, but the master bedroom was also open. The bed was placed in the center of the second floor, with the study on the left and the bathroom and walk-in closet on the right. Coming upstairs through a short hallway, you could see the snow-white bed, facing a transparent glass railing. So standing downstairs, you could see the scenery upstairs, and vice versa.
Mi Jing didn't bother Shen Lingxing. She picked her most conservative pajamas and went to take a bath.
After the bath, Mi Jing carried her sketchbook downstairs and curled up on the living room sofa to draw.
Once finished with work, Shen Lingxing stretched and then subconsciously looked towards the bedroom. The bed was still neatly made, and there was no sign of Mi Jing. So he checked the time on his watch, 11:05 PM. What was she doing up so late?
With his hands resting on the railing, Shen Lingxing looked downstairs and saw Mi Jing cuddling her sketchbook, already asleep on the sofa.
It was early winter, and the night temperature was low. The heater wasn't on inside, so sleeping on the sofa could easily lead to a cold.
Shen Lingxing walked downstairs lightly to the sofa and looked at Mi Jing's peaceful sleeping face. He reached out to pick up her sketchbook, about to close it, but was captivated by the drawing on the paper.
The drawing depicted a café, with a man sitting and a woman standing. Speech bubbles were drawn beside their heads.
The woman's bubble said, "Why don't we get married?"
The man responded, "Sure, let's go get the license."
Below it, there was a note: Two fools encountering each other, so they had a flash marriage!
In her eyes, he was a fool?
Shen Lingxing's lips twitched. He closed the sketchbook and placed it on the coffee table. Then he bent down, picked Mi Jing up horizontally, and walked upstairs.
Mi Jing was a light sleeper. Half asleep, she felt someone carrying her, startling her awake.
She suddenly opened her eyes, but the room's bright light was too harsh, making her squint. Once adjusted, she saw the ceiling moving overhead.
"Put me down, I can walk myself." Mi Jing's body tensed, and she lifted her head with her waist's strength to look at Shen Lingxing, whispering her request.
"..." Shen Lingxing didn't respond, taking a few more steps and then placing Mi Jing on the bed, saying, "Sleep on the bed."
"Oh." Mi Jing replied weakly, then turned on her side and pretended to sleep.
Soon, footsteps echoed. Mi Jing opened her eyes slightly and saw Shen Lingxing enter the bathroom. She quickly flipped over, covered herself with the blanket, and started counting sheep, hoping to fall back asleep.
Mi Jing thought that once she fell asleep, she wouldn't have to face the awkwardness of sharing a bed with Shen Lingxing.
However, she had trouble sleeping, and counted sheep until Shen Lingxing came out of the bathroom, still wide awake.
Click...
With the ceiling chandelier turned off, only a dim night light was left, casting a faint and hazy glow.
In the dim environment, Mi Jing's senses became more sensitive. She pretended to sleep with her back to Shen Lingxing, feeling the corner of the blanket lifting and then the bed dipping as he lay down beside her.
Instantly, the room fell silent. Mi Jing's nerves tensed, feeling as if she could hear her heart beating faster and faster.