Such a large bed going to waste with only one person sleeping in it.
If Duan Jinchi had the nerve to impersonate her husband but lacked the courage to share a bed with her, Song Yinxi would thoroughly despise him.
Was she being this enthusiastic???
Duan Jinchi was startled by her warmth.
Fortunately, Song Yinxi was currently amnesic; otherwise, such initiative from her would definitely seem suspicious.
“Hubby, why are you getting shy now? It’s not like we just became husband and wife…” Song Yinxi said sympathetically. “I felt so bad for you at the hospital—sleeping on the couch for over a week. I can’t let you continue on the couch tonight.”
Hearing Song Yinxi’s caring words, Duan Jinchi’s defenses gradually crumbled.
Come to think of it…
Having a wife who doted on him felt rather nice.
Really nice.
But he hadn’t pretended to be Song Yinxi’s husband for this!
Song Yinxi always opposed him; he wanted to disgust her and bully her.
Instead, he was the one being teased.
Duan Jinchi, oh Duan Jinchi, hold steady!
Don’t surrender just because of a petty honey trap.
“It’s no hardship. Taking care of my wife is what I should do,” Duan Jinchi said with a smile. “Um… you go ahead and sleep first.”
He turned to leave.
“Duan Jinchi!”
Was she scolding him?
In that instant, Duan Jinchi felt as if Song Yinxi had regained her memory.
During her hospital stay, she had been so gentle.
Calling him “hubby” at every turn.
Duan Jinchi slowly turned around. Before he could speak, he saw Song Yinxi’s pitiful, tearful little face, and his heart began to pound wildly.
Her tone softened slightly. “Hubby, aren’t you going to sleep with me?”
She had even guessed this.
“The doctor said you’re not fully recovered yet. I’m afraid I might bump into you,” Duan Jinchi fabricated an excuse.
“My injury is on my head. You probably won’t be bumping into my head, right?” Song Yinxi’s voice was soft, her gaze limpid like water. “I just got out of the hospital, and with my memory loss, I’m really not used to being alone…”
She wanted to see just how thick-skinned Duan Jinchi could be—not content with just impersonating her husband, but also wanting to share a bed with her.
“Since you need me so much, how could I leave you alone? But—” Duan Jinchi’s tone shifted abruptly, “I have some work to do. You sleep first; I’ll join you later.”
Song Yinxi replied cheerfully, “Alright then, I’ll be waiting for you~”
“No need to wait for me. Just go to sleep…”
“Even though this is our marital home, it’s still a new environment for me. I don’t fall asleep easily in unfamiliar places—you should know that about me…” Song Yinxi smiled faintly. “How could I sleep without you by my side…”
“Okay, I’ll finish my work as quickly as possible.” Duan Jinchi hurriedly made his escape.
Once outside the bedroom, his tense heart finally relaxed a little.
He had almost fallen for her honey trap!
Fortunately, his willpower remained firm.
He wasn’t the type to take advantage of someone in a vulnerable situation.
Duan Jinchi walked to the staircase and saw Uncle Li drinking water downstairs.
“Uncle Li.”
Uncle Li’s hand trembled. “Young master, still awake?”
“It’s the middle of the night, and you’re drinking tea!” Duan Jinchi leaned lazily against the railing. “Be careful of insomnia leading to sudden death.”
“Young master, I’m at that age—whether I drink or not, I still can’t sleep due to insomnia,” Uncle Li replied with a laugh. “But young master, why are you out here instead of sleeping with the young mistress? And… and why are you still fully dressed…”
“You have some nerve asking! What were you peeping at earlier?” Duan Jinchi pointed at him. “Stay out of sight from now on, or else… I’ll have you retire early.”
“Don’t be like that, young master! I’m only fifty-five, not even retirement age yet! I won’t peek anymore.” Uncle Li quickly scurried away holding his teacup.
Duan Jinchi’s face darkened.
After entering the study, he slumped into a chair and leaned back.
Sharing a bed, Mandarin duck bath, sharing a bed, Mandarin duck bath…
He’d been completely led astray by Song Yinxi. What was he even thinking about!
If Song Yinxi, a woman, wasn’t afraid, what was he, a grown man, afraid of?
He was afraid.
Afraid that Song Yinxi would chop him to pieces with a knife after regaining her memory.
She already hated him enough to grind her teeth.
Duan Jinchi closed his eyes in contemplation.
After who knows how long, he suddenly opened his eyes. Song Yinxi should be asleep by now.
For the sake of his virtue, he absolutely couldn’t share a bed with Song Yinxi. What if that female hooligan succeeded!
They were arch-rivals!!!
He’d better sleep in the guest room tonight.
The next day.
Early morning.
When Song Yinxi woke up, the other side of the bed was empty.
Duan Jinchi was still somewhat of a gentleman – he hadn’t taken advantage of her vulnerable state.
She walked out of the room and leaned against the second-floor railing, calling down: “Where’s your young master?”
Auntie Su, who was arranging flowers downstairs, looked up: “The young master is usually in the gym at this hour. Go to the third floor, turn left, and it’s at the very end.”
“Okay, thank you.”
Before Song Yinxi even entered the gym, she could hear upbeat music.
The moment she saw Duan Jinchi, she smiled.
Duan Jinchi, who had been wrapped up so tightly after his bath last night, was now wearing a black tank top and shorts, huffing and puffing as he worked out on the chest press machine.
Most of their previous meetings had been in formal settings where he was always dressed in suits and shirts. This was her first time seeing such a casually dressed Duan Jinchi.
Well now, if we’re being honest…
Duan Jinchi had quite the figure – proper chest muscles, defined abs, and his arms and thighs looked impressively strong too.
Tsk tsk.
Why did all the good genes go to Duan Jinchi!
“Husband~ Good morning~”
Song Yinxi deliberately used a sweet, syrupy voice that could drown someone in sugar.
Duan Jinchi’s arms instantly went weak. He released the weights and looked up at her. “Good morning. Breakfast is downstairs.”
“I know. I came looking for you. Last night… it seems you didn’t come back to the room to sleep.” Song Yinxi leaned forward slightly, meeting his gaze. “Why?”
“I… worked late last night and was afraid I’d disturb you,” Duan Jinchi forced out the explanation.
“You’re that considerate?” Song Yinxi asked.
“Of course! If I weren’t good, would you have married me? You were drawn to my character and looks.”
“And your figure…” Song Yinxi added, then reached out to squeeze his arm. “Wow, husband, your arm muscles are so hard. I wonder if other parts of you are this hard too…”
Where was she talking about?
Where was she talking about—
She’d better be talking about muscles…
Duan Jinchi secretly flexed his arm: “Of course, your husband has trained every muscle in his body to be rock hard.”
“How lucky I am…” Song Yinxi’s fingertips slid from his arm to his collarbone, then slowly downward until they rested on his chest muscles.
Where their skin touched sent tingling sensations through him. Duan Jinchi was momentarily stunned, forgetting to stop her.
Until her fingers continued downward, tracing circles on his abs.
Duan Jinchi’s heartbeat quickened, his body trembling slightly as he grabbed her slender wrist: “I’m all sweaty, it’s dirty.”
It wasn’t about being dirty!
It was just too stimulating.
“You’re my husband, why would I ever dislike you.” Song Yinxi pressed her cheek against his. “It’s not like we haven’t gotten all sweaty together before. Being drenched in sweat is perfectly normal…”
What was Song Yinxi talking about…
She was making dirty jokes again!
“Husband~”
Her warm breath crept into Duan Jinchi’s ear. His body tensed, his voice slightly hoarse as he said, “Just say what you want to say, don’t call me like that…”
“Do you know how incredibly sexy you are right now? My hormones are going crazy inside me, I really want to kiss you…” Song Yinxi’s lips nearly brushed against his cheek. “Husband, can I kiss you?”