Chapter 110: Trying Out What You Bought
“Junior Sister.”
Pei Qingji wore a well-tailored light-colored suit, a striped shirt underneath, and a subtly colored tie tied in a Windsor knot. His facial features were soft, and his demeanor exuded refined cultivation.
Lian Li blinked in surprise, “Brother Qingji, why are you here?”
Beneath Pei Qingji’s glasses,
Xue Shufan and Pei’s eyes were as warm as jade, and his voice was as pleasant as a spring breeze. “Is Xue Shufan here? I’m here to take her home.”
“She is.” Qingji is a long-time friend. According to Xue Shufan, they know each other inside and out, like sisters who grew up sharing the same diapers.
Lian Li automatically simplified this in her mind to four words: “Troublesome friends.”
Lian Li trusted Pei Qingji’s character. He was somewhat similar to her, belonging to the practical type, unlike Jin Shiyue, whose thoughts were as numerous as fish in a river.
Xue Shufan was sitting on the carpet, her head resting on the sofa. Still somewhat conscious, she saw Lian Li and Pei Qingji and raised her hand, cheering, “The drunken concubine~”
Lian Li took the wine glass from her hand and said gently, “The concubine should go to bed now.”
“Can you still get up?” Pei Qingji crouched down, his voice losing some of its indifference, sounding even more gentle.
Xue Shufan clung to the sofa, her tone full of grand ambition, “I’m sleeping with Lili tonight, I’m not getting up!”
Pei Qingji directly bent down and picked her up in a princess carry, taking her away. Lian Li followed to the door, her face showing concern, “Is she okay?”
“She’s fine. I’ll take her home and message you,” Pei Qingji said.
Lian Li: “Okay.”
Pei Qingji carried Xue Shufan to the elevator hall. The number 2 elevator had just arrived at the floor, and Jin Shiyue emerged with long strides, his pace relaxed and casual.
Pei Qingji glanced at him and asked in a controlled volume, “What are you doing here so late?”
“A date,” Jin Shiyue replied leisurely. “I’m not telling you, my girlfriend lives here.”
Disbelief flickered in Pei Qingji’s eyes, but he quickly regained his refined and noble expression. “You know she and your Eldest Young Master are in love.”
“Is that so?” Jin Shiyue met his gaze nonchalantly, his thin lips curling into a proud and arrogant smile. “So what if I know? I’ll still snatch her away.”
Pei Qingji had thought Jin Shiyue was merely interested in Lian Li, like any ordinary man’s liking for a woman. But now, he suddenly felt Jin Shiyue was possessed.
Hopeless.
Xue Shufan, struggling in his arms, wanted to be put down. Pei Qingji didn’t linger any longer and strode into the elevator.
Lian Li was unaware of the conversation in the elevator hall. She turned off the television and intended to go to her room to shower.
Just then, the doorbell rang again.
Her doorbell had been ringing frequently lately, more often than in the past nine years.
Lian Li only opened the door after seeing who it was on the security camera.
She had grown accustomed to Jin Shiyue appearing at her home every few days.
As Lian Li closed the door, she said to him, “I bought some slippers at the supermarket today, you should change your shoes.”
Jin Shiyue heard this, and his eyebrows slowly lifted. He asked her, “Did you buy the shoes specifically for me?”
Lian Li answered truthfully, “Sort of.”
Jin Shiyue put on the new slippers his girlfriend had specially bought for him at the entrance and walked into the house leisurely and comfortably.
Seeing his gaze sweep across the living room, Lian Li assumed he was hungry and said, “There’s food in the refrigerator. You can take a look if you’re hungry.”
She couldn’t be bothered to care for him.
After all, the Eldest Young Master treated this place like his own home; he would find water to drink if he was thirsty and food to eat if he was hungry.
“Where to?” Jin Shiyue asked.
“To shower.” Lian Li smelled of hot pot and wanted to shower first to comfortably end her twenty-second birthday.
When Lian Li changed clothes in her room during the day, she noticed several sets of men’s clothes that didn’t belong to her in the closet.
The clothes were clearly Jin Shiyue’s.
They were likely sent over with breakfast that morning by his order.
Lian Li felt no aversion to the Eldest Young Master’s behavior of entering her home on the first day of their dating.
After all, their dating process was already unusual.
Lian Li took her pajamas and went into the bathroom. Estimating that there was an extra person in the house, she showered faster than usual and was out in half an hour.
Lian Li dried her hair and came out of her room. Jin Shiyue was nowhere to be seen in the living room. She walked towards the kitchen and saw a steaming bowl of noodles on the table.
Jin Shiyue was leaning back in his chair, his posture relaxed, his long legs casually spread apart, exuding an air of carefree laziness.
He glanced at the chair opposite him and said to her, “Sit.”
Lian Li met his gaze, puzzled, and walked over to sit down.
She looked down at the noodles in the bowl. Their appearance was certainly not good; ordinary noodles with beef broth, garnished with chopped scallions and cilantro for flavor.
Lian Li looked up at Jin Shiyue and asked, “Did you make this?”
Jin Shiyue replied with a straight face, “It fell from the sky.”
Lian Li: “…”
The Eldest Young Master cooking himself was rarer than Doctor Strange.
Lian Li noticed that ever since she agreed to be with Jin Shiyue at midnight, he had been in a state of excitement.
Coming to her house late at night to make a bowl of birthday noodles, it was truly… she didn’t know what to say.
Although Lian Li wasn’t hungry, she still picked up her chopsticks and took a few small bites. The taste wasn’t as bad as she expected, but it couldn’t be called delicious either.
When Lian Jingcheng was alive, he would cook her a bowl of birthday noodles every year on her birthday.
Lian Li didn’t like noodles before she was twelve, but after twelve, she became crazy about eating them.
Books say that homesickness is a small boat ticket.
And in her memory, father’s love was a bowl of hot noodles.
Lian Li unconsciously ate half a bowl of noodles. She put down her chopsticks and looked up at Jin Shiyue.
Jin Shiyue’s gaze remained on her. “Full?”
“Yes.”
Their eyes met, and Lian Li didn’t look away. After looking at her for a moment, Jin Shiyue got up and took the bowl and chopsticks into the kitchen.
Lian Li wouldn’t stop the Eldest Young Master from actively doing chores. It was getting late, so she went back to her room to brush her teeth and prepare for bed.
As for Jin Shiyue, he came and went as he pleased.
Even with an extra person, the house remained quiet. After finishing her ablutions, Lian Li got into bed to rest, her gaze unfocused on the ceiling.
She repeatedly replayed the secret stories Xue Shufan had told her tonight in her mind. She had never met her mother, so as a child, she could live in Lian Jingcheng’s fabricated daydream of “Mom loves me very much.”
The cold and arrogant Eldest Young Master, who had followed his mother around since he was young, must have often heard things like “I shouldn’t have given birth to you” or “If only you weren’t here.”
Lost in thought, sleepiness washed over her. As Lian Li drifted off, she vaguely heard the faint sound of the bedroom door opening. The sound was too light to wake her.
After an unknown amount of time, a warmth came from behind her, and a strong arm wrapped around her waist. Lian Li groggily opened her eyes.
Jin Shiyue held her from behind, his thin lips tracing her neck and kissing her ear.
He chuckled, his hot breath filling her ear.
His laughter was right by her ear, deep and somewhat casually alluring.
Lian Li’s body trembled slightly from his touch. She tried to pull away, but the man hooked her waist, turned her around, and faced him.
Their noses touched, their distance intimate, their breaths mingling.
Jin Shiyue tilted his head, his thin lips pressing against hers, easily parting her lips, his tongue exploring and entwining.
After a passionate kiss, Lian Li’s eyes were hazy, her voice still not fully awake, sounding soft and weak, “What are you doing?”
The man’s deep, seductive voice sounded in her ear, “Trying out the condoms you bought.”
