Magnate Tycoon: How Did Simply Enjoying Life Make Me a Male God?-Chapter 615 - 422: Obedient and Sensible (Part 2)

At some point, the food on the coffee table had cooled completely, forming a stark contrast with the sweltering temperature in the room.

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Birds flitted past the branches outside the window. After the passionate entanglement, Yang Xiaoxiu nestled in Li Jing's embrace, gradually falling asleep.

Li Jing lowered his eyes to gaze at the soft, curled-up figure in his arms. Most of the girl's slender frame lay bare, the silk slip dress had somehow slipped down to her waist, exposing her snow-white shoulders and large expanse of delicate skin without reserve.

Loose strands of hair tangled with the lace edges, the deep V neckline teasingly revealing a faintly pink hue.

The television screen continued to loop clips from Yang Xiaoxiu's new drama, with her in elegant attire, dazzling and alluring, casting an unknown spell over countless viewers.

And now, this rising young star who was gaining fame across the nation lay disheveled in Li Jing's embrace, a few strands of hair clinging to her sweat-damp cheek, her peach-like blushing cheeks more captivating than any screen image.

Compared to the strong and mature Wei Jia, and the gentle and caring An Tong, Yang Xiaoxiu's eyes still held an extraordinary sense of immaturity and innocence. This just-twenty-year-old girl, the occasional unruly tuft of her hair and unconscious lip-biting, all indicated the remnants of her youthful innocence that had yet to fade completely.

Dusk leaked through the gaps in the curtains, casting a warm golden glow on the girl's porcelain white skin. Beneath the fallen hem of her dress, faint velvet-like lines of her waist could be seen.

Li Jing watched as her delicate face rose and fell softly with each breath. Unable to resist, he reached out to tuck the fallen strands behind her ear.

As his fingertips touched the warm skin, a soft spot in his heart was gently touched. When he bent over to lift her horizontally, he even intentionally slowed his breathing, afraid to disturb the quietude.

As they passed through the living room, Yang Xiaoxiu unconsciously snuggled closer to the heat source, her hair brushed against Li Jing's jaw, the curves beneath her disheveled clothing barely visible.

The master bedroom had light gray linen sheets, and when Li Jing carefully laid her down and was about to withdraw his arm, a subtle tug came from his wrist.

Looking down, he saw Yang Xiaoxiu unconsciously gripping the hem of his shirt, furrowing her brows and shrinking into the quilt like a child lacking a sense of security.

Li Jing chuckled helplessly and simply pulled over a chair by the bedside to sit down.

The cold light from his phone screen flickered on his face, yet his gaze involuntarily settled on the person beside the pillow: Yang Xiaoxiu's curled fingertips slowly relaxed, her steady breathing and the rise and fall of her youthful chest quietly revealing the exhaustion from the high-intensity work of late.

The twilight deepened, and Yang Xiaoxiu woke up groggily, gazing at the ceiling in confusion until her eyes met Li Jing's smiling gaze, quickly coming to her senses.

Noticing her disheveled dress, messy hair, and still clutching his shirt hem, her ears instantly turned a shade of pink.

But when she saw the wrinkles on his shirt hem caused by her grip, and the dimly-lit bedside lamp he had intentionally adjusted, a warm feeling spread within her chest.

"What's wrong?"

Li Jing reached out to ruffle her unruly hair, "Finally willing to wake? Did you sleep well?"

The response was a sudden tightening embrace, Yang Xiaoxiu buried her face in his neck, her voice muffled:

"This is the most comfortable sleep I've had in a long time."

The evening glow outside entwined their shadows, Li Jing felt the warmth emanating from her in his arms and smiled gently:

"As long as you slept well, freshen up a bit, and I'll take you out to dinner."

Yang Xiaoxiu nodded, and after washing up, changed into a new outfit.

Although she hadn't brought any clothes with her, Li Jing still had some of An Tong and Zhang Xinxin's clothes left at his place.

Li Jing messaged An Tong briefly, then suggested Yang Xiaoxiu wear An Tong's clothes.

As for Wei Jia's wardrobe in the secondary bedroom, Li Jing dared not touch it. With Wei Jia's personality, he could easily imagine if another woman wore her clothes, Wei Jia might directly come over to confront him.

On the contrary, when he spoke with An Tong, not only did she not refuse, she compassionately dialed to carefully advise Yang Xiaoxiu over the phone.

Which clothing silhouette complemented her figure, which scarf could brighten the overall tone, she even considered the accessory pairing thoroughly.

Touched by An Tong's warmth and kindness, Yang Xiaoxiu was overwhelmed with gratitude, repeatedly thanking her over the phone.

Despite being a popular celebrity, among these women beside Li Jing, she always maintained a very low-key demeanor.

She was acutely aware of her own situation, and this sense of propriety was Li Jing's key appreciation of her intelligence.

If Yang Xiaoxiu had flaunted her fame before him or put on airs in front of his women, Li Jing would've long stopped supporting her. What he loathed most were those who couldn't understand their place.

Following An Tong's recommendations, Yang Xiaoxiu changed into the outfit, and gracefully approached Li Jing.

She was wrapped in a short raccoon fur coat in off-white; the fluffy soft collar surrounding her neck accentuated her delicate, small face.

An inner black turtleneck knitwear hugged her skin tightly, perfectly sculpting her delicate curves. The hem barely covered the hip line, while the bottom was a gray coffee-colored A-line pleated short skirt, paired with knee-high black patent leather boots fitting snugly against her leg lines.

Seeing Li Jing's burning gaze fixed on her, Yang Xiaoxiu's pale cheek flushed instantly, her voice carrying a hint of bashfulness:

"Brother Jing, how do I look in this outfit?"

Li Jing's lips curled involuntarily, his gaze lingered on her briefly before he complimented:

"It's nice, quite different from your usual style, but surprisingly suits you."

Yang Xiaoxiu's eyes lit up with delight, her voice filled with admiration: "Sister An Tong truly is amazing, to match so beautifully just by phone guidance.

I heard long ago that when she was a fashion blogger, she was especially creative. Today I got to see for myself."

Li Jing was naturally well aware of An Tong's fashion prowess, her accumulated styling insights on social media had always earned his confidence.

Looking at the vibrant and graceful Yang Xiaoxiu before him, Li Jing pulled her into his embrace, his warm lips pressing onto hers.

Yang Xiaoxiu's delicate body trembled, stunned for a moment, then swiftly wrapped her arms around his neck, fervently responding to this possessive kiss.

When they parted, Li Jing keenly noticed Yang Xiaoxiu's legs slightly trembling, recalling the previous intense intimacy.

Compared to Wei Jia and others, Yang Xiaoxiu's naturally slender and weak figure appeared even more delicate. He furrowed his brows in concern: "Is your body still alright?"

Yang Xiaoxiu hesitated at first, then realized and her ears flushed red, lowering her eyes slightly and nodded lightly: "Mm, I'm fine."

Seeing her obedient and gentle demeanor, Li Jing felt a wave of softness in his heart, raising a hand to affectionately ruffle her hair.

Suddenly recalling something, he pulled out a pair of black sunglasses and a beige bucket hat, carefully helping her wear them:

"Your identity is too sensitive now, it's better to stay covered when going out."

The already worried about being recognized Yang Xiaoxiu looked up at him full of gratitude: "Thank you, Brother Jing."

Hand in hand, they walked out the door together, the winter sunlight streamed through the glass window bathing them, coloring this excursion with a layer of intimate glow.

Once outside, Li Jing skillfully started the car, heading towards the city center.

He had pre-booked a Michelin-starred restaurant located on the top floor of a commercial building in the city center, not just for the restaurant's class and taste, but mainly because it's a place not frequented by the average person, reducing the likelihood of Yang Xiaoxiu being spotted by fans.

Upon arriving at the commercial building, the two stepped into the elevator, already occupied by several well-dressed young individuals, the suited men and the beautifully made-up women whispered amongst themselves.

Large celebrity posters were pasted on the elevator walls, with Yang Xiaoxiu prominently occupying the center position.

The poster depicted her wearing a silver-gray off-shoulder gown, the white swan neck adorned with dazzling diamond necklace, her brows holding both a hint of youthful clarity and a trace of superstar dignity, resembling a young queen commanding the scene.

Seeing her own poster, Yang Xiaoxiu's expression subtly changed, she lowered her head, quietly leaning against Li Jing's side wearing sunglasses and a hat.

Li Jing, however, watched the poster with keen interest, his gaze scanned the familiar yet unfamiliar bright face on the poster, his lips involuntarily curled up.