CEO’s Little Wife 8
As it turned out, a CEO has three virtues.
Rich, very rich, and exceptionally rich.
Lying on Shen Yan’s nearly million-dollar soft mattress, Qiao Yu felt like he was about to cry.
It was too comfortable! Even more comfortable than snuggling up to Shen Yan.
Qiao Yu’s sleepiness hit him in an instant. Shen Yan had just taken off his clothes and turned around when he saw that Qiao Yu had already sunk deep into the bed, wrapped in the blanket and sleeping extremely peacefully.
Sometimes he really suspected that Qiao Yu was the reincarnation of a little pig. How could he be so good at sleeping?
So in the very next second, the cold, ascetic, heartless CEO from the original plot began his dutiful, obedient pre-sleep service.
He stripped off Qiao Yu’s outer clothes, leaving only his pajamas, then used a towel dipped in warm water to gently wipe Qiao Yu’s face and hands.
Only after finishing everything did he start washing up and tidying himself. By the time he could finally lie down and sleep, it was already three in the morning.
Shen Yan, who had never stayed up this late before, sighed and decisively decided to give himself a day off tomorrow.
There was nothing to be done; raising such a troublemaker at home was simply too draining.
After tossing around all night in the hospital, the two of them successfully slept until the sun was high the next day. By the time they opened their eyes, it was already eleven in the morning.
Qiao Yu in his arms was still in an octopus-like pose, gripping Shen Yan’s pajama front tightly, pressed so close that he slept peacefully with a relaxed expression.
Shen Yan reached out and tried to pull him away, but because he was afraid to use too much force, he couldn’t budge him. A little helpless, he covered his eyes, and in the end he chose the most effective method.
With one hand around Qiao Yu’s leg and the other supporting his waist, Shen Yan lifted him out of the bed in a doll-carrying pose.
Even so, Qiao Yu still didn’t wake up. He only gave a soft whimper, turned his head to another angle, and kept on sleeping.
…
Shen Yan was speechless.
He carried him all the way into the bathroom and gently set him on the sink. Seemingly sensing the chill beneath him, Qiao Yu frowned and kept tilting his head back to burrow into Shen Yan’s arms, as if trying to escape this uncomfortable place.
Shen Yan wasn’t going to indulge him. He turned on the faucet, adjusted the water to warm, cupped a little water loosely in his fingers, and flicked it lightly onto Qiao Yu’s face.
Startled by the water, Qiao Yu briefly opened his eyes, then rubbed his head against Shen Yan’s shoulder, smearing all the water from his face onto Shen Yan’s shoulder.
…
Shen Yan was exhausted. He suddenly had the illusion that he wasn’t raising a wife, but a child.
He squeezed a bit of toothpaste onto the toothbrush, pinched Qiao Yu’s chin, and then swiftly stuffed the toothbrush into his mouth. If Qiao Yu closed his mouth, he would taste the toothpaste, and it was a bit unpleasant, so he could only reflexively open his mouth and let Shen Yan do whatever he wanted in his mouth with meticulous gentleness.
After every tooth had been thoroughly brushed, Shen Yan picked up the cup full of warm water and brought it to Qiao Yu’s lips.
“Drink.”
The dazed Qiao Yu obediently bit the rim of the cup, took a tiny sip, and then was dragged back into darkness by sleepiness once again.
“Don’t swallow.”
Seeing that Qiao Yu seemed about to swallow, Shen Yan hurriedly frowned and pinched his mouth shut, then brought over an empty cup and pressed it to Qiao Yu’s lips.
“Spit it out.”
So under Shen Yan’s guidance, he struggled through the rinsing step. Only after Qiao Yu regained a bit of consciousness did Shen Yan set him on the sink beside him and start washing up himself.
But even while washing up, Shen Yan still couldn’t relax. Qiao Yu would always somehow fall asleep again by accident. The moment his eyes closed, his whole body would tip rigidly to one side.
Every time, Shen Yan had to reach out and pull him back. By the end, Shen Yan had even become someone who held up Qiao Yu’s head with one hand while brushing his teeth and rinsing with the other.
Only after washing his face did Qiao Yu finally wake up for real, and Shen Yan took him downstairs for the first meal of the day.
Because Qiao Yu was too hungry, Shen Yan didn’t even have time to change clothes for either of them, so when they went downstairs, they successfully earned Aunt Zhou’s astonished stare.
The Shen Yan who always went downstairs on time every year for breakfast and dressed neatly in formal clothes was not only up especially late today, but was also wearing gray velvet pajamas, his hair fluffy, as he led the dazed Qiao Yu downstairs by the hand.
Is this what a married man looks like?
Under Aunt Zhou’s blazing stare, Shen Yan really did feel a moment of awkwardness and wanted to let go.
But the next second, because Qiao Yu had no strength in his lower body, he missed a step, and his body went soft as he started to fall.
Shen Yan’s heart jolted. He quickly reached out and pulled him back. At that point, let alone letting go, he didn’t even dare to stand any farther away.
Under Aunt Zhou’s gaze and while accommodating Qiao Yu’s turtle-like pace, Shen Yan truly had never felt that the staircase at home was this long before.
Change to an elevator. Tomorrow, absolutely tomorrow!
Sitting down at the dining table, Qiao Yu, hungry enough to eat an entire cow, casually scanned the table and only then realized that today’s breakfast suited his taste exceptionally well.
There was nothing there that would trigger his allergies, and there was no salty or spicy heavy-flavored food. It was simply too fragrant.
When Qiao Yu picked up the chopsticks, he very seriously thought that he absolutely had to eat three bowls of rice.
Five minutes later
Qiao Yu propped up his chin and listlessly chewed the rice in his mouth, only feeling that there was nothing more boring in the world than eating. So why couldn’t there be a one-click-into-stomach function?
He only needed to taste the flavor; as for chewing, he really didn’t need to do that himself.
When he once again tried to swallow after only five or six chews, Qiao Yu was stopped by Shen Yan’s voice.
“Don’t swallow it straight down. Chew properly.”
Qiao Yu restrained the urge to swallow, switched to the other side of his teeth, and kept chewing. After chewing more than ten times, he blinked and looked at Shen Yan as if asking, Can I now?
Shen Yan nodded in satisfaction. “Mm.”
Having received permission, Qiao Yu finally swallowed that mouthful of soft, mushy rice. At that moment, he even thought that so this was the miserable life of cannon fodder, living under someone else’s roof?
Even eating required so many chews.
Shen Yan, completely unaware that his image had been smeared again, even reached out with his chopsticks and picked up a piece of soft glutinous rice cake onto Qiao Yu’s plate.
The sweet, soft rice cake was even sprinkled with tiny osmanthus flakes on top. Shen Yan thought it should suit Qiao Yu’s taste.
But who would have known that the moment Qiao Yu saw the rice cake, he frowned and picked it back into Shen Yan’s plate.
“Too hard to chew. I’m not eating it.”
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He knew it. Qiao Yu would always have his own uniquely strange angle on everything!
Shen Yan sighed and silently picked it up and ate it himself. Anyway, rice cake wasn’t that easy to digest either, so if Qiao Yu didn’t want it, so be it.
After eating half a bowl of rice, Qiao Yu couldn’t help tilting back his somewhat sore neck and rubbing his cheeks, which were tired from chewing. Although he was still hungry, Qiao Yu really was a little too lazy to keep eating.