Chapter 35: Bathroom Tenderness

When Xie Zhi heard the sound of that person’s voice, his head ached. He quickly stepped forward and locked the door. The loud banging on the door echoed in the hallway, so loudly that even Xie Zhi’s mother downstairs could hear it.

Wen Jing hit the door forcefully, crying and shouting, “Xie Zhi, Xie Zhi.”

The man didn’t want to pay attention to her at all. Turning around, he saw the girl lying lazily, and his heart suddenly filled up. He walked closer and, without saying a word, pulled her into his arms. He rested his head on her neck and obsessively inhaled her scent.

“Jiaojiao, you smell so good.”

Xu Jiaojiao looked up at him, her eyes moist. Xie Zhi stared at the girl’s face, his gaze deepening.

His rough hand wrapped around her delicate waist, the warm, smooth touch soaking into every pore, making him feel comforted and at ease.

The noise outside gradually stopped. Wen Jing, heartbroken, kneeled at the door, her knocking sounds growing quieter. She couldn’t understand why Xie Zhi had rejected her. Was it because the Wen family didn’t help the Xie family back then? Why was he being so petty?

Xie Zhi’s mother came over, sighed as she looked at Wen Jing, and finally helped her up. “Xiao Jing, Xie Zhi is getting married. You should go home now.”

“Aunt Xie, I’m unwilling. What’s so good about that country girl? I’m not willing to accept this.”

The argument outside didn’t seem to reach the two of them, as they were surrounded by tenderness and had no energy to pay attention to it.

Xie Zhi’s narrow black eyes grew hazy as he picked up the girl, his voice sexy and enticing.

“Jiaojiao, I’ll carry you to the bath.”

Xu Jiaojiao felt her cheeks burn with heat, and her heart was especially restless, as if she were being roasted over a fire.

Xie Zhi’s house had a water heater, so they could take a shower anytime they wanted. They had already been intimate before and slept together at home, so there was nothing to be shy about.

The main issue was that every day, a handsome man with starry eyes was looking at you. Which woman could resist that?

The warm water poured over the two of them, the steam making their faces turn red. Xie Zhi took a towel from the cabinet and gently placed it on the girl’s hair, wiping it off.

He didn’t dare to look down, then wrapped her in the towel and laid her down on his bed. After lifting the blanket, he joined her. The girl’s touch felt as smooth and beautiful as fine jade, and no one could resist it.

Xu Jiaojiao’s round fingers, tinged with a hint of pink, constantly poked at Xie Zhi’s handsome face. Watching this aloof man being moved for her was truly satisfying.

In a delicate tone, the girl said, “Xie Zhi, aren’t you going to comfort your little sister?”

Xie Zhi glanced at the girl helplessly, gently touched her shining eyes, and leaned down to plant a kiss on her eyelid. “Jiaojiao, I only like you.”

“I grew up with Wen Jing, but I’ve always treated her like a little sister. Later, when something happened at home, her family got away by reporting us, and then we lost contact.”

Xu Jiaojiao’s eyes widened in surprise. “And your mom still let her in? You really have a big heart.”

The girl was thinking that since Wen Jing cried and made a scene, and Xie Zhi’s mother still allowed her to cling to him, it probably meant that his mother still had feelings for her. She might even try to matchmake them. Help, she didn’t want to be in a love triangle.

She lost her playful mood and decided to quickly finish her manuscript in the afternoon and go to the address given by Boss Hu. She didn’t want to get caught up in love stories; she was determined to focus on her career.

To be fair, Xie Zhi was like the icing on the cake for her. In this era, living together was almost like being married, but Xu Jiaojiao was certainly not willing to be tied down for life.

Noticing the cold expression on the girl’s face, Xie Zhi assumed she was unhappy and quickly grabbed her hand, showing his sincerity. “Jiaojiao, I only like you. I don’t want anyone else.”

Xu Jiaojiao’s eyes sparkled as she pretended to be happy and hugged him tightly. “I know.”

But she knew better than to gamble on a man’s true feelings.

After a while of intimate time together, it was noon. Xu Jiaojiao changed into a red checkered dress her mother had bought for her. It was the most fashionable color and style this year.

She rarely wore such bright colors, but now, it made her even more eye-catching. The two of them went downstairs hand in hand, and Xie Zhi’s mother was busy preparing food in the kitchen, waiting for Xie Zhi’s father to come home.

“Jiaojiao, just sit there. There’s fruit on the table, all washed,” Xie Zhi’s mother warmly greeted.

Xie Zhi’s mother’s name was Ming Zhen. She worked as a teacher at a school. Despite the blows she had faced, she still maintained her grace.

Xie Zhi helped bring the dishes from the kitchen to the dining table. Xu Jiaojiao secretly nodded; the Xie family was indeed quite wealthy. The food on the table looked just like what one would serve to guests in modern times.

The sound of a key turning in the door could be heard. Xu Jiaojiao quickly stood up, her obedient eyes looking toward the door. A middle-aged man walked in, wearing glasses—likely Xie Zhi’s father.

Xie Zhi’s father spoke first, smiling. “Jiaojiao, it’s been so long! You’ve grown into such a beautiful young lady.”

“Uncle Xie,” the girl said, her tone tinged with awkwardness.

Soon, they all sat down at the dining table. Xie Zhi’s father even opened a bottle of wine to celebrate the family finally being together. The four of them raised their glasses, and the house finally felt a bit livelier.

“How long is Xie Zhi staying this time?”

Xie Zhi avoided his parents’ hopeful gaze and instinctively dodged the question. “The village gave me a ten-day introduction letter.”

Ming Zhen smiled even more, pleased that ten days was longer than she had expected. She thought it would be shorter, and staying in the city too long might have a negative effect.

“Ten days is good. During this time, you and Jiaojiao should go out and have fun, see if there’s anything you’re missing,” Xie Zhi’s father said, finally relieved.

“When did Xie Zhi come back without coming to Aunt’s house to sit?” A gentle female voice came from the door, and the girl from earlier entered, holding the arm of a middle-aged woman.

Xie Zhi gave the two of them a cold glance. His parents were soft-hearted, but his own heart was hard. He ignored them completely and focused on serving Jiaojiao, gently encouraging her to eat more.

The food on the train couldn’t compare to what was made at home. He felt bad for the girl.

Wen Jing saw the woman constantly getting food served to her by Xie Zhi and immediately became upset. She nudged her mother with her arm, visibly unhappy.

Her mother patted her arm, signaling her to stay quiet, and smiled again. “Xie Zhi, at least greet Auntie when you see her.”

As soon as she finished speaking, the room fell into an eerie silence. Ming Zhen couldn’t stand it anymore and stood up to invite them. “Have you eaten? Sit and eat with us.”

Wen Jing, fuming, stood next to Xu Jiaojiao, her arms crossed. “Get up, only I can sit beside Xie Zhi.”

Before Xie Zhi could say anything, his father’s expression changed. He slammed his chopsticks on the table. “Xiao Jing, Jiaojiao is Xie Zhi’s fiancée. What are you saying? If you don’t want to eat, go home. Your family’s nanny can cook better than here.”

“Uncle, you’ve never spoken to me like this.”

With that, tears immediately welled up in Wen Jing’s eyes, her face full of anger as she looked at Xu Jiaojiao. She seemed to think that Jiaojiao had no regard for her, and with a sharp motion, she scratched her fingers across her skin. “Bitch, you’re the one who seduced Xie Zhi!”