Jiang Wan was startled. She snatched up the clothes from the floor, hastily covered her chest, and rushed out of the room. She ran straight into her bedroom and wrapped herself tightly under the blanket.
After taking several deep breaths, she poked her head out from the covers. There was no sound outside the door.
She exhaled heavily.
Thinking back to what had just happened, she quickly covered her face.
“Forget it, forget it, forget it…”
Yes, she had accidentally seen him, and he had seen her.
Maybe this way, there wouldn’t be any awkwardness between them in the future.
But the moment Jiang Wan closed her eyes, her mind was filled with the image of that big figure rising taller in the dense jungle.
Driven half-crazy, she grabbed her phone, turned on some music, shoved the earphones in, and listened for a long time before she slowly drifted off to sleep.
For the next two days, Jiang Wan didn’t dare look at Wen Jin’s face.
The man didn’t like to talk either. At mealtimes, Jiang Wan would message him, and he would come out, sit down, quietly finish eating, and then leave immediately—never lingering even for a minute.
Jiang Wan tried to add him on WeChat, only to discover he didn’t even have an account.
So she had no choice but to add a ten-yuan text messaging package instead.
Today, Wen Jin opened his own room and let Jiang Wan go in to clean.
This was Jiang Wan’s first time cleaning his room—and also the first time she’d ever been inside.
His bedroom was especially large. There was a massive, luxurious gaming pod chair, entirely white, with a pure-white computer inside, and a pair of white headphones hanging from the white seat. Visit novelping dot com for the full chapter.
He seemed to have a real fondness for the color white.
Even the water cup on his desk was ivory-white.
On the floor was a robot vacuum. The room also had an air purifier, dehumidifier, noise reducer—various machines packed into the corners.
Jiang Wan wiped them all down one by one. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Wen Jin reach out to feel the chair, then lower his eyes to examine his fingertips.
Satisfied it was clean, his brows relaxed slightly. He picked up the headphones, put them on, and sat inside the pod.
Today he was wearing a white T-shirt with light-colored cropped pants, revealing a stretch of firm calf. On his feet were spotless white sneakers.
He was streaming again, but he only played games—he didn’t like to talk. Occasionally, he’d let out one or two words, always in a dismissive tone.
“Tch.”
“That’s it?”
Jiang Wan tiptoed to finish cleaning, picked up her cloth, and turned to leave, even thoughtfully closing the door behind her.
By late afternoon, while she was cooking in the kitchen, there was a sudden knock at the door. She went to open it and saw five or six young men standing outside. New chapters come out on g.com first.
“Eh? Who are you?” A few of them looked at her in surprise, eyes lighting up. “Don’t tell us—you’re A-Jin’s girlfriend?”
“No, no, I’m just the housekeeper… auntie.” Jiang Wan, feeling like she might be a few years older than them, quickly corrected herself in a quieter voice: “You can call me Auntie, or just Sister.”
“Hello, Sister!” They all hurried to shake her hand excitedly.
“Sister, I’m called Donkey Roll!”
“Sister, I’m called Rice Cake!”
“Sister, I’m Double A!”
“Sister, I’m Cool Guy!”
Two others didn’t get a chance to introduce themselves before Wen Jin opened the door. Seeing the entryway crowded with people, and all of them still holding Jiang Wan’s hands, his brows furrowed.
“What are you doing here?”
Jiang Wan quickly pulled her hands back and stepped toward him. “I think… they’re here to see you.”
“A-Jin, we came to celebrate your birthday!” said the one called Rice Cake, pulling out a cake from behind him. “Surprise—aren’t you happy?!”
Wen Jin looked at Jiang Wan with a blank expression. “Close the door.”
“Hey, hey, hey!” The group rushed inside before it could be shut. “Don’t do that, A-Jin!”