NOVPUBChapter 157: 157, Asking for Remuneration (2)_1
Chapter 157: 157, Asking for Remuneration (2)_1
Jian Qing was fretting over how to explain herself when he reached out to grab the bag. Seeing that he was about to empty out its contents, she panicked.
“Xiaojing, don’t touch it!”
With that, she dashed over.
The more anxious she became, the more intrigued Quan Jingwu grew, as he lifted the bag and emptied its contents onto the bed.
The atmosphere suddenly becoming silent was what Jian Qing feared most. She remained frozen for a second before calmly gathering everything back into the bag.
“Hahaha!” Seeing her rare blush of embarrassment, Quan Jingwu suddenly burst into laughter. His rich, hearty laughter was as enchanting as a well-aged wine.
“What the hell are you laughing at!” Jian Qing hid the bag behind her back, unable to help but curse, “Laugh yourself to death for all I care.”
After a moment, he stopped laughing, walked over to her, and looked down, “You really dislike skirts that much? Do you hate them?”
Ever since he met her, he had never seen her wear a skirt, not even when she was lounging at home. She was always in casual clothes like t-shirts and shorts.
“I don’t dislike them, I don’t hate them,” Jian Qing murmured with her head lowered. Ever since her mother passed away, she had stopped wearing skirts. Over time, she simply got used to it.
“Why is that?” Quan Jingwu gently stoked her head as he asked.
Jian Qing looked up only to see his well-formed chest fill her vision immediately. She awkwardly turned her face aside, “No reason. I just don’t want to wear them.”
“Good girl, don’t be mad. If you don’t like them, then don’t wear them.” His tone was appeasing, like he was comforting a child, which momentarily startled her before she shot him a disgruntled glare.
“You can go to the guest room now. I want to go to bed after I take a shower.”
A smirk played at the corner of Quan Jingwu’s lips, and he left the room obediently for the first time.
After sending him off, Jian Qing stuffed her nightgown into her wardrobe, then entered the bathroom with her clothes.
When she emerged from the bathroom almost half an hour later, she was drying her wet hair with a big towel as she walked.
“You, what are you doing here?” Seeing the person who should have returned to his guest room standing there, Jian Qing was taken aback.
“How did you get in here?” She remembered locking the room.
The shadowy figure that sat on the couch, legs crossed, flipping through a magazine, could only be Quan Jingwu, who had promised to return to his guest room.
“There are keys to the room. I came to see if you needed any help.” Quan Jingwu pointed at the keys tossed on the table, yet his gaze was fixated on her and refused to budge.
His clothes draped on her body made her seem like a child secretly trying on adult clothing. Her long, damp hair hung over her shoulders, revealing her enticing collarbones and slender arms, causing his light purple eyes to darken further.
At such a late hour, Jian Qing felt like he was deliberately provoking her.
“I’m so tired, I’m going to sleep. You should go back and do the same,” walked over to the couch, Jian Qing tossed her towel onto it, and reached out to pull him up.
He chuckled, catching her hand in his and pulling her into his arms. Her soft body carried the same scent of his shower gel, lingering in his nostrils.
“What’s the rush? Are you afraid that I might do something to you?”
Jian Qing sat on his lap, embraced in his arms for the first time in their pajamas, she felt the atmosphere was somewhat weird.
“Cough, what do I have to be afraid of?”
“You need to dry your hair before going to sleep.” He looked at her dripping wet hair, a small frown forming on his face. He let go of her and got up to walk towards the bathroom.
As he walked, his dark robe flowed around him, causing her to click her tongue in silent awe. Once again she thought to herself, he truly is a man who can make any clothes look good.
In a short while, he came out of the bathroom with a hairdryer, walked up to the edge of the bed, plugged in the cord and said, “Come here!”
Jian Qing took her time walking over there. As soon as she sat on the edge of the bed, his large hand touched her hair.
His slightly cold fingers grazed her scalp, weaving through her hair. The sound of the hairdryer filled the room, its warm wind enveloped her.
It was so comfortable, her eyes naturally squinted closed.
“Xiaojing, with your skill, you could easily work at a hair salon,” she said lazily, leaning into his embrace as he dried her hair.
Only she would suggest that the CEO of JK International could find work at a hair salon.
“Madam, are you satisfied with my service?” Quan Jingwu asked with a playful tone.
Who knew he had such a funny side? Jian Qing giggled, “Hmm, not bad!”
“And what about my compensation?” He shut off the hairdryer after feeling that her hair was almost dry. He leaned in closer, his eyes meeting hers as he asked.
“None!” Jian Qing shrugged dismissively.
“Really not giving?” He leaned in closer. His low voice echoed a dangerous instigation.
Jian Qing jerkily leaned back, “Fine, fine, fine, I will give. Happy now?”
What a bandit.
He was the one who offered to dry her hair, and now he was asking for compensation. What a businessman!
“Let me sleep here tonight.” Amid their suggestive posture, he stated casually.
Jian Qing was startled for a moment, it took her a while to recover. When she met his smirking gaze, she immediately bristled and hurriedly pushed him away, “No, find another form of compensation.”
There was only one bed in the room. If he took the bed, where was she going to sleep?
Were they supposed to sleep together?
The thought flashed through her mind for a split second before she instantly shot it down.
No way!
Quan Jingwu stood up, crossed his arms, and lazily said, “Why so worked up? Are you reluctant to let me sleep on the couch?”
Jian Qing was taken aback, “You, the couch?”
Her gaze landed on the couch not far away. Although not small, it seemed like it might be a tight fit for him, right?
“If you don’t mind, I could share the bed with you,” he suggested.
Jian Qing’s face darkened, “I do mind!”
She had to think about the couch, let alone the bed. Even in his dreams!
Before she could make a decision, he had already taken a blanket from the wardrobe. It seemed like he had no intention of leaving.
“Wait, I haven’t agreed yet.” Jian Qing dashed over and grabbed the blanket from his hold. Didn’t he feel a bit too self-assured?
Leaning against the wardrobe, Quan Jingwu smiled at her, “My dear, your silence earlier was a sign of approval.”
“…” 𝔫𝖔𝖛𝖕𝔲𝔟.𝔠𝖔𝖒
Was there such a rule? Why didn’t she know about it?
“Are you sure you aren’t going to sleep in the guest room? You might get a stiff neck from sleeping on the couch,” she tried to scare him off.
Quan Jingwu responded, “So you’re worried about me?”
Give him an inch and he’ll take a mile.
Jian Qing twitched her lips and threw the blanket back at him, “Take your blanket and go sleep on your couch. I don’t want to deal with you.”
With that, she kicked off her slippers and slipped under her own blanket. Pulling the blanket over herself, she hid away completely.
The light switched off with a “click,” darkening the room instantly. Only a warm yellow light remained.
