A Favor Done, A Husband Won-Chapter 287 - 283: His Shirt, Her Blood Boiling...
Suddenly meeting Jing Jihan’s gaze in this direction, Shi Su was startled to realize she had been discovered. She quickly closed the door, ran back into the bedroom of the resting area, flung herself onto the bed, and shut her eyes, trying hard to remind herself to wait patiently.
Earlier, she thought it would be enough just to sit in the car downstairs for a while.
But now, she had boldly entered Jing Jihan’s office, and their distance was so close, with him right next to her. She could even open the door to listen to the sounds of his work. How could she not be satisfied?
Perhaps because alcohol made one bold, or maybe she had to admit that she had long been attracted to Jing Jihan...
Lying with her eyes closed on the bed, she unexpectedly thought of forgetting to bring that white nightdress.
What was she thinking?
Ahh! Ahh!
What is she thinking?
Jing Jihan is working overtime at the company!
This isn’t Kaixing Mansion!
Shi Su!
Stop your wild imaginations!
Shi Su rolled around on the bed in a self-conflicted mess, writhing almost like a caterpillar, suddenly burrowing towards the pillow; certain uncontrollable thoughts were invading her reason. Although she only drank a small amount and wasn’t drunk, she was sober, but the more awake she was, the more she recalled Jing Jihan holding her under the streetlamp during the first snowfall in Jiang City, speaking of the white nightdress with that faintly sexy yet extremely enticing voice.
She grabbed the pillow and pressed it against her head, recalling that glance Jing Jihan gave her not long ago, feeling inexplicably happy, inexplicably excited, and couldn’t help but toss and turn on the bed until she forcibly made herself hug the pillow to calm down.
...
The door to the resting area opened, and a tall man walked in to see the woman who was forcibly calming down had accidentally calmed down to the point of falling asleep.
Shi Su was hugging a pillow just like Shi Mianmian would cuddle a doll at home, with her long hair softly splayed, eyes closed, a slight scent of alcohol on her, sleeping sweetly.
Turning to see the two empty beer cans on the kitchen island not far away — with low alcohol content, basically akin to beverage plus alcohol, even with aftereffects, not enough to get drunk.
Why would she drink for no reason?
Jing Jihan walked over to glance at the contents of the shopping bag. There were two microwave-ready boxed meals abandoned inside, and the island was arranged with things like oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, eggs, and vegetables, looking like a little woman planning to come over to live.
Jing Jihan chuckled lightly, returned to the bedside, and took off Shi Su’s slippers. He bent over, took the pillow from her arms, adjusted her to a comfortable lying position, and covered her with the quilt, smoothing her hair.
Shi Su muttered something in her sleep, faintly mumbled after involuntarily reaching for the pillow again, clearly used to hugging something when sleeping like with Mianmian.
Wanting to hug, Jing Jihan did not fight with her, allowing her to hold the pillow again, turning over in the quilt and settling down with a contented smile on her face.
This woman has many facets.
She can be the resolute rose standing alone to defend her justice before everyone, yet can also be the serene and relaxed little flower at the mercy of being held preciously anytime, anywhere.
Jing Jihan tucked the strands of her hair back behind her ears, then lowered his gaze to look at her again, hearing the sounds coming from the computer outside, and stood up to return to the office.
...
Shi Su was initially sleeping deeply, but having accidentally fallen asleep too suddenly in an unfamiliar and unaccustomed setting, no matter how quiet and comfortable, she suddenly woke up after less than two hours.
She opened her eyes to gaze at the chandelier in the resting area, pondering how she had fallen asleep and when she had turned off the light.
After being dazed for a while, she hastily got up, grabbed her phone for a look.
It was already eleven o’clock.
She lay down a while longer, eventually slowly sat up, walked to the window of the resting area, and looked out. The window was facing Kaixing Mansion; upon closer inspection, she could see the lights in her 31st-floor residence.
At this late hour, Mrs. Qin must have already lulled Mianmian to sleep.
Shi Su stood at the window for quite some time, then turned to open the door of the resting area, looking at the man behind the office desk who had worked for so long yet still remained as upright as a pine tree, and asked, "Not finished yet? Are you going to work all night?"
Jing Jihan glanced at her, the little woman just woke up with her hair a bit messy, leaning lazily against the door, wearing an expression of slight boredom as if having been neglected for a long time.
"Almost," Jing Jihan’s voice particularly clear and calm in the nighttime office: "I’ll be done before midnight, promise to spend the entire day with you tomorrow. I absolutely will not break my word, so you can continue sleeping."
Meaning from midnight it’ll be considered as tomorrow, tomorrow he’ll be hers for the full twenty-four hours?
Even though he didn’t elaborate, Shi Su was instantly reassured, hurriedly closed the door again, and was dazed in front of it for quite some time.
Midnight...
There were over forty minutes left until midnight.
What was she going to do during these forty minutes?
Moments later, Shi Su entered the bathroom in the resting area, seeing the bathtub inside and finding no shortage of bathing supplies.
Who knows what she was really thinking, but indeed she followed the direction her heart wanted most, inexplicably sat by the tub and filled it with water, then got in to bathe.
After soaking for nearly half an hour, she glanced at the time again.
Eleven fifty.
For the first time, ten minutes felt excruciatingly slow and long.
She emerged from the bathtub, suddenly paused, looked down at the clothes she had placed aside.
She didn’t bring any change of clothes.
Standing still for nearly thirty seconds, she suddenly turned her gaze towards the direction of the walk-in closet in the resting area, wrapped in a towel, barefoot on the soft carpet, walked over, and opened the closet door. All she saw were rows of shirts and suits occupying most of the closet space.
The closet lights illuminated, Shi Su walked over and let her fingertips, extra pink from the bath water, lightly glide over each expensive shirt, selecting and looking at them one by one.
Finally, she picked out a white shirt and sized it against herself.
Jing Jihan was nearly 1.9 meters tall; any of his shirts she wore would easily cover her legs. Looking through, she found that most of his shirts were white, followed by black and gray, like the gray one he wore in the office today, so good-looking that she couldn’t help but glance at him several more times while in the office.
No wonder Zhou He said besides the cleaning lady on this floor, everyone else in the CEO’s office are male employees. Miss Fu must have been here by chance, otherwise it’d be impossible for other women on this floor to focus on work facing a boss like Jing Jihan every day.
Like her.
She wasn’t calm in the least right now.
Holding that shirt, she was even somewhat hot-blooded.
