Rebirth: A Cinderella's Counterattack-Chapter 688 - 668: The Luxurious Bathroom

Fortunately, aside from those extravagant welcomes, nothing made her jaw drop anymore.

After enjoying the feast, Luo Qianqian merrily followed the maid into the bathroom at the end of the hallway, a journey that successfully made her jaw drop—who has a bathroom like something out of a Greek fairy tale? And with nude male sculptures, Luo Qianqian seriously contemplated running away. Glancing at the bathtub that could rival a swimming pool, the corners of her mouth twitched.

Was she really expected to bathe in such a tub? Wasn’t she afraid of drowning?

"Miss Jin Yuee, please." After speaking, the maid thoughtfully closed the bathroom door. Luo Qianqian, facing a place that could compare to a royal bathroom, suddenly didn’t know where to step first.

She sighed, realizing she was still too naïve when faced with this situation... Seeing the fresh clothes laid out on the white stone platform, she had no choice but to accept her fate.

When she stepped into the bath, she couldn’t help but be a little surprised—the bottom of the pool wasn’t flat but seemed designed for massaging. The water wasn’t very deep either; standing up, it barely reached her waist, so there wasn’t any danger of drowning.

But maybe because the bathroom was too vast and too empty, she hurried through her bath, quickly put on the clothes laid out for her, placed her dirty clothes in a laundry basket, and pushed the door open, only to see Jimo Cheng leaning against the wall on this side of the door, engrossed in a book with a pair of glasses perched on his nose, making him look even more like a scholarly gentleman, completely belying his ability to send people flying with a kick.

"Senior brother?" Luo Qianqian had just casually wiped her hair, so her hair was still dripping wet.

On hearing her, Jimo Cheng turned around, and on seeing the dress Luo Qianqian was wearing, smiled: "It fits you well. Let’s go, I’m afraid you’ll get lost." He said, taking off a jacket he had on his arm and draping it over her: "Even though it’s warmer here than at home, you still need to be careful not to catch cold."

"Okay." Luo Qianqian obediently followed Jimo Cheng, looking at the long corridors that were suddenly devoid of people, she felt puzzled: "Why isn’t there anyone? Weren’t there a lot of people just now?"

"Yes, I was afraid you might not be comfortable, so I let them rest." Jimo Cheng removed his glasses and casually hung them on the pocket of his shirt: "Does it feel very unfamiliar to you?"

Luo Qianqian hesitated for a moment before nodding: "We won’t be staying here all the time, will we?" Otherwise, she might really start avoiding baths, always feeling like some transparent ghost from Harry Potter might appear.

Jimo Cheng shook his head: "Only for tonight."

"That’s good..." Luo Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief: "Senior brother, so even the rooms are this far away? Aren’t you afraid of getting lost?"

And why do you think I was waiting here for you? Jimo Cheng shook his head helplessly: "It’s not far, it’s just that the staircase is over there."

The staircase... So they have to go upstairs again?

Luo Qianqian’s mouth twitched, wondering why everyone seems to like having bedrooms upstairs. Wouldn’t it be difficult to escape in case of a fire...

But she dared not voice this concern, afraid of offending the homeowner—thinking about fires and such wouldn’t be nice.

After ascending to the second floor, they doubled back a bit before reaching the room.

Luo Qianqian was surprised to find a sofa right inside the door??? They weren’t expected to sleep on the sofa at night, were they??? Jimo Cheng’s suitcase was also placed to one side.

Seeing Luo Qianqian’s expression, Jimo Cheng looked helplessly and walked into the room, pulling back two identical doors, revealing more inside: "You can sleep in this room, make sure to close the window at night."

Luo Qianqian paused, then nodded, and then saw Jimo Cheng effortlessly open the suitcase, taking out several bottles and putting them in Luo Qianqian’s arms: "Lotion, and also toothbrush and toothpaste, the bathroom is right there."

He pointed to the glass door in the room.

Luo Qianqian’s eyes went wide—there was a bathroom right there, so why had she been sent to that overly domineering bathroom???

"It’s a matter of courtesy." Jimo Cheng patted Luo Qianqian’s head: "There’s a hairdryer in the bathroom. Make sure to dry your hair before going to bed."

Luo Qianqian quickly nodded, hugged her belongings, entered the room, and wished Jimo Cheng good night before closing the door.

After some hesitation, she didn’t lock the door. First, it was still early; what if Jimo Cheng heard the sound of her locking the door and felt hurt, thinking she didn’t trust him?

Secondly, they had lived together before, and even though He Wenyu had been on her bed, she had taken no precautions.

Luo Qianqian thought for a moment, then wrapped a strand of hair around the doorknob twice and tied it into a bow before she felt relieved. She cheerfully went to blow-dry her hair and brush her teeth, then took out her cell phone to send a message of safety, only to find embarrassingly that there was no signal...

She had no choice but to open the recently dealt-with door to look outside. Jimo Cheng was no longer there, but his room door was half-open.

"Senior brother?" Luo Qianqian knocked on the door softly.

"Hmm?" Jimo Cheng, who had just changed into his pajamas, heard Luo Qianqian’s voice. He partially covered his chest with his clothes and opened the door. "What’s up?"

"My phone has no signal..." Luo Qianqian said, her face filled with embarrassment. "How should I let everyone know I’m safe?"

Being abroad, wasn’t it normal to have no signal? "...Here."

Luo Qianqian looked at Jimo Cheng in confusion. What was she supposed to do with the laptop he handed her?

"Send an email, dummy."

"Oh, right..." That was another option.

Happily, she sent emails to Qin Nuan, Luo Yanran, and Luo Shufan among others, informing them of her current location and assuring them of her safety. Then she looked at Jimo Cheng cheerfully. "Senior brother, aren’t you going to say something to Grandpa Kong?"

Jimo Cheng shook his head.

This place was owned by the Jimo family. Surely, as soon as the two of them arrived here, those who wanted to know would be informed; there was no need to send a special message for peace of mind.

"You can sleep in tomorrow; no need to set an alarm," Jimo Cheng said, smiling as he took the laptop from Luo Qianqian. "It’s fine as long as we make it to lunch."

Luo Qianqian felt embarrassed; she had just set the alarm on her phone. Had Jimo Heng noticed that so quickly?

"Okay," Luo Qianqian smiled. "Then, senior brother, good night." She got up from the couch, bowed slightly to Jimo Cheng, and then entered her room.

After watching Luo Qianqian return to her room, Jimo Cheng turned back to his room. The pajamas, untied due to holding the laptop, hung loosely, revealing his firm muscles.

His eyes, devoid of any ripples, looked at the laptop in his hand and then took on a slight smile. He placed the laptop on the desk to one side.

He lay down peacefully, stared at the ceiling, and after a while, covered his eyes. It took a long time before he pulled the quilt over himself and turned to sleep on his side.

Luo Qianqian hesitated for a moment, then pushed the alarm back by an hour and lay down, relieved. No matter what, she couldn’t really sleep until noon; that was just Jimo Cheng being polite.

In the end, she didn’t hear the alarm at all and slept through it. An hour after the alarm had gone off, Luo Qianqian rubbed her eyes and saw the sunlight already streaming through the curtains. She woke up as if from a dream and hurriedly got up to check the time.

Seeing the time, she was baffled. How had she not heard the alarm?