Rong Yan’s face flushed crimson with embarrassment, yet Jiang Yuhan genuinely was helping her bathe—and bathing her quite thoroughly at that.
The man helped her into her pajamas and carried her out of the bathroom.
After settling Rong Yan into bed, Jiang Yuhan even tucked the blanket around her.
Staring blankly at the ceiling in a daze, Rong Yan couldn’t believe this was the Jiang Yuhan she knew.
Soon enough, Jiang Yuhan finished his shower and returned to the bedroom, dressed in a casual blue outfit.
Rong Yan hadn’t forgotten—the Young Master Jiang of before would either wrap himself in just a towel or wear nothing at all.
Instead of heading to the study to work, the man sat down beside her and picked up the book she hadn’t finished reading.
She had placed a bookmark inside, and as he flipped to where she’d left off, Young Master Jiang furrowed his brows slightly.
“Can you switch to something else?”
Rong Yan burst out laughing. She liked reading romance novels before bed.
The one Jiang Yuhan was holding happened to be the kind where a delicate little wife runs off pregnant, with a domineering CEO chasing after her relentlessly.
She couldn’t let the domineering CEO Jiang learn too much, so Rong Yan grabbed a collection of prose poetry and swapped it for the book in the man’s hand.
Gazing at Young Master Jiang’s stunning features and listening to his deep, husky, pleasant voice, Rong Yan fell asleep before long.
No nightmares this time—she slept straight through until nine o’clock the next morning.
Rong Yan looked at the man sitting on the sofa with some confusion. “Why haven’t you gone to the company yet?”
“I’m not going to the company today. You can sleep a little longer.”
It was already nine, and with the domineering CEO Jiang not going to work, Rong Yan didn’t dare sleep any more.
But the moment her feet touched the floor, before she could even stand, the domineering CEO Jiang was already in front of her, scooping her up.
By the time Rong Yan snapped back to her senses, she was already in the bathroom, seated on the chair beside the vanity.
Then Rong Yan noticed that her toothbrush already had toothpaste squeezed onto it, her cup was already filled with water, and Jiang Yuhan was standing by holding her towel.
This gave Rong Yan the illusion that she was carrying an imperial prince.
Scratching the back of her head, Rong Yan blushed and said to Jiang Yuhan.
“You don’t need to do all this. I’m just pregnant, not crippled.”
Jiang Yuhan: “…”
Finally done brushing her teeth and washing her face, Rong Yan felt the pressure weighing down on her.
Maybe it was because A Zhi never gave Jiang Yuhan a child, which was why he placed so much importance on the baby in her belly!
Her refusals were futile—Jiang Yuhan helped her change her clothes and even put a blindfold over her eyes.
The man whispered softly by her ear, “I’ve prepared a gift for you.”
It was only then that Rong Yan remembered—today was her and Jiang Yuhan’s first wedding anniversary.
She had also prepared a gift for Jiang Yuhan, but she had no intention of giving it to him.
She’d already made up her mind to get a divorce—why celebrate a wedding anniversary at all?
Picked up, Rong Yan wrapped her arms around the man’s neck.
Though she couldn’t see anything right now, she could sense they’d gone downstairs, and before long, she was set down on a chair.
Jiang Yuhan removed her blindfold, and what came into view was a table of breakfast that didn’t look very appetizing.
Unable to hold it in, Rong Yan rushed to the bathroom and dry-heaved.
Young Master Jiang: “…”
One might say the damage was minimal, but the insult was immense!
By the time Rong Yan returned to the dining room, the breakfast laid out on the table looked absolutely exquisite—a world of difference from what she’d just seen.
Rong Yan understood now—the gift Jiang Yuhan had prepared for her was that table of breakfast from earlier.
Last night, he washed her hair and bathed her, even reading her prose poetry. This morning, he personally cooked for her. Young Master Jiang was investing so much effort that it was hard for her not to be moved.
Rong Yan blinked her eyes at Jiang Yuhan. “What about the ones you made?”
The butler quickly stepped forward and said, “Madam, rest assured. I’ve already had those thrown away. You won’t have to see them again.”
Young Master Jiang’s face darkened ominously. “Butler, go trim the flowers. Remember, you must do it all personally.”
“Yes, Third Young Master.” The butler left the dining room with a respectful demeanor.
The corners of Rong Yan’s mouth twitched several times. The butler was so diligent and conscientious—what fault could he possibly have?
“Have some porridge?”
Seeing that Jiang Yuhan’s expression had softened considerably, Rong Yan reached out her small hand and placed it over the man’s slender, long fingers.
She said softly, “It’s not your fault. I just can’t handle anything too greasy right now. How about you make me a bowl of plain noodle soup with greens instead?”
The man nodded and rose to head toward the kitchen.
Unable to stop the corners of her mouth from lifting, Rong Yan followed behind Jiang Yuhan and stepped into the kitchen together with him.
After taking out the noodles and greens, Young Master Jiang pondered for a moment before starting to work.
The man was dressed in black casual wear, but Rong Yan felt it would be better if he put on an apron.
Holding the apron, she smiled brightly at the man who was boiling water and asked, “Want me to help you tie it on?”
The man replied, “No need. Go wait outside.”
“No, I want to watch you cook.” As she spoke, Rong Yan helped tie the apron around the man.
She then wrapped her arms around him from behind, hugging Jiang Yuhan.
Her small face gently resting against the man’s back, Rong Yan unconsciously felt her eyes grow red.
She was thinking—if only she hadn’t seen that photograph.
Then she wouldn’t know that this happiness was, in fact, something she had stolen.
“Like this, I can’t show off my cooking skills properly.” Young Master Jiang was even a little flustered.
“Then I’ll wait for you outside.” Withdrawing her hands, Rong Yan turned around, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and pretended to walk out of the kitchen as if nothing was wrong.
She didn’t have to wait long before Jiang Yuhan placed a steaming bowl of noodle soup with greens in front of her.
Rong Yan gave Young Master Jiang two thumbs up. “This bowl of noodles with greens looks so appetizing. I’m sure I can finish it all.”
She did as she said—she didn’t even leave a single drop of soup.
Young Master Jiang’s noodle soup with greens must have the power to warm one’s heart!
Otherwise, why would Rong Yan look at him with glistening, moist eyes and ask him with a smile that curved her brows and eyes?
“What’s A Zhi’s full name?”