Jing Xun had another dream.
It was still that same dream, and still that same person.
Only this time, the actions had changed.
This dream left him feeling a bit tired, yet also a bit satisfied. In short, it was affectionate, intense, and mind-bogglingly passionate, to the extent that when Jing Xun finally tore himself away from the dream and opened his eyes, he was completely stunned.
…He had dreamt again?
And he had dreamt of Shen Yijin again?
No way, did he really miss this villainous “big brother” that much?
Jing Xun sat on the bed, hugging his quilt and rubbing his face, taking a long time to calm his thoughts.
The light inside the room was very dim.
Outside, it should have been bright daylight, but the curtains in the bedroom were very thick, blocking out almost all the light. Only through the gaps between the curtains and the windows could a tiny sliver of light manage to filter in.
Jing Xun checked the time; it was 7:00 AM.
He usually woke up around seven, but since he had gone to bed late yesterday, he was honestly still sleepy.
However, there was a lot to do today, and besides, he was at the big brother’s house… Jing Xun didn’t dare stay in bed, so he quickly got up to wash up.
After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he pulled at the bedding to spread the quilt out and straightened it up neatly.
Hmm… wait?
While tidying the bed, Jing Xun noticed a slight wrinkle on the silky sheet beside where he had been sleeping.
…He actually had a habit: he was fairly well-behaved with his upper body while sleeping, but his legs often were not.
He liked to kick off the covers, and he also liked to sleep while “riding” things.
Last night, perhaps because he was exhausted, he had slept quite well.
But looking at this mark… he seemed to have kicked over to that side quite a bit…
Jing Xun quickly smoothed out the sheet.
But when he straightened the rest of the bed, he soon discovered another clue—on the edge below the pillow, near the other side of the bed, why were there wrinkles there too??
Even if he could kick well and had long legs, he shouldn’t be able to reach that far, right???
For no reason, a flash of a scene appeared in his mind.
He had long since forgotten about it upon waking up, but now, prompted by the marks, it seemed as if… in his half-awake state last night, he had indeed pressed one leg against something.
At the time, he felt it was quite comfortable—so comfortable that he didn’t have time to think much more before drifting back into a dream.
But thinking about it now… that should have been…
Jing Xun hurried out of the room.
He never expected that, just as he left the room, he would smell the aroma of freshly ground coffee mixed with toasted bread.
Jing Xun: !
Smelling such a rich coffee aroma in the early morning was quite refreshing and could make one feel instantly better.
Passing through the long corridor and returning to the vicinity of the entrance hall from yesterday, Jing Xun first saw a tall, straight figure in the kitchen.
Shen Yijin was wearing a beige V-neck casual short-sleeved shirt, paired with dark grey trousers. He was holding a mug, looking like he was drinking coffee.
Because he was very tall, even while half-leaning against the kitchen counter with his knees slightly bent, the whole kitchen still seemed a bit miniature to him.
However, this was the first time Jing Xun had seen the other person wear clothes other than a suit. Before this, he never imagined that someone like this villainous big brother could also pull off casual clothes.
He didn’t look “homey,” as his cold, aloof aura remained.
Perhaps it was because his features were so symmetrical, his contours so distinct, and his physique so good that Shen Yijin, bathed in sunlight, had an indescribable handsomeness and coolness, so surreal it felt like he had walked into some idol drama…
Although he really had transmigrated.
That part was correct.
Hearing the movement from Jing Xun’s side, Shen Yijin’s gaze shifted over naturally. His peach-blossom eyes looked a little less aloof than usual.
He said to Jing Xun, “Morning.”
“Good morning, Sir.” Jing Xun walked over.
Shen Yijin asked, “Is Xiao Xun hungry? Would you like some coffee?”
Jing Xun: “…”
Shen Yijin’s tone was so natural that it gave him the illusion of being an old married couple.
To the point that the question he had stuck in his throat was completely forgotten.
Just then, another sound came from the kitchen. From Jing Xun’s blind spot, Assistant Jin Zheheng, still dressed in a neat suit, carefully poked his head out. For some inexplicable reason, he bowed to Jing Xun and respectfully said, “Hello, Mr. Yan.”
Jing Xun: …?
If he remembered correctly, the last time Assistant Jin met him, he called him Student Yan.
But at this moment, what Jing Xun thought most was: It’s a good thing I didn’t ask just now.
He didn’t ask if Mr. Shen had run over to his side to sleep last night.
…It would be so awkward if others heard such a topic.
Shen Yijin seemed completely unaware of the crisis that had almost occurred. He put down his cup and said, “There is some whole-wheat bread here, would you like some?”
The slices of bread in the toaster popped up automatically with a crisp sound. Shen Yijin personally used food tongs to pick them up, placed them on a plate, and handed it to Jing Xun.
“Eat something simple first; we will go to the hospital later to take care of things.”
“Mm…” After yesterday’s events, Jing Xun didn’t dare say “thank you” to this man anymore.
But he was extremely unused to not saying it, so what he finally said was: “Alright, Sir.”
Jing Xun hadn’t noticed last night that this side of the kitchen was quite special—it not only had a large counter but also a round dining table.
Above the dining table was a row of inverted crystal chandeliers, and next to it was a decorative shelf with several potted plants. The long-stemmed, large-leafed plants hung over the pots, and the overall decor style was minimalist without lacking warmth.
It seemed that Assistant Jin had just been watering those green plants.
Now, seeing Jing Xun about to sit down to eat, Assistant Jin stopped his work. As the special assistant to CEO Shen, he was very tactful and immediately said, “Boss, shall I wait for you and Mr. Yan downstairs?”
“Okay,” Shen Yijin said.
Assistant Jin left, and the large house was left with just the two of them. Shen Yijin poured a cup of coffee for Jing Xun at the coffee machine and said, “Do you like Americanos? There is no sugar or milk here. If you aren’t used to it, I’ll have someone prepare some next time.”
Jing Xun took the coffee with both hands. He hadn’t drunk an Americano before. It smelled incredibly fragrant, so after blowing on it to cool it down, he couldn’t wait to take a careful sip.
It wasn’t as smooth as a latte with high milk content; an Americano was clearly much purer, displaying the bitterness and astringency of the coffee to the fullest. But at the same time, it was very rich and steaming hot, not hard to accept at all.
Jing Xun said, “This is also quite good, thank… right, Sir, have you eaten?”
“I’ve eaten,” Shen Yijin said. “The bread was brought by Jin Zheheng this morning. What do you usually eat for breakfast? Next time I’ll have him bring what you like.”
The toasted bread actually tasted great. Jing Xun wasn’t a picky eater; his attention was entirely focused on the “next time” Shen Yijin mentioned.
Next time.
It meant that besides last night, he would continue to live here in the future.
Jing Xun thought again about how Shen Yijin might have returned to his room to sleep last night.
But how should he bring this up? Now that he was sober, after thinking about it carefully, Shen Yijin never said he was moving out of the master bedroom last night.
Besides, he hadn’t woken him up; it was probably just that the two of them slept on their own sides, it’s just that he had crossed the line in the middle of the night… cough.
While eating bread and drinking coffee, Jing Xun chose to test the waters.
He asked, “Sir, why did you go to the room next door to wash up last night?”
Shen Yijin was still standing there.
His loungewear was somewhat loose, making his tall physique look even more lean. At this moment, Shen Yijin didn’t seem much different from an ordinary young man in his twenties.
He didn’t ask why Jing Xun was asking this; since the young man asked, he answered: “The bathroom in the bedroom has poor soundproofing, and I didn’t want to disturb your sleep.”
Jing Xun: “…”
The case was solved.
So, the villainous big brother intentionally going back to his room to get clothes and taking them to the next room was just to wash up; he had no intention of sleeping in a different place at all.
Actually, it was easy to understand… after all, all of Shen Yijin’s behavioral patterns automatically incorporated the role of “fiancé.” How could he voluntarily sleep in separate rooms?
Jing Xun felt he was still too naive last night.
He couldn’t help but bury his head. He really wanted to ask if he was restless in his sleep, and whether he had really “ridden” him.
But this couldn’t be asked in broad daylight, facing the tall and stoic Shen Yijin.
Forget it, I’ll talk about it later.
He buried his head in his food. His soft hair had been pressed into some disarray while sleeping, and now it stood up a little, making his back look even softer and more adorable.
This made Shen Yijin recall when he returned to the room to get his clothes last night, the way the young man leaned on the bed, supporting himself with his arms, and tilted his neck slightly to look at him…
Shen Yijin suddenly lowered his eyes, his long, straight eyelashes almost covering all his emotions. The kitchen fell into a silence again.
Then it was Jing Xun who spoke first: “By the way, Sir, what time did you wake up?”
Shen Yijin: “Six-thirty.”
Jing Xun raised his chin and pointed to the shelf with the green plants across the table: “Are those plants raised by you, Sir?”
Shen Yijin: “No.”
Jing Xun: “?”
Shen Yijin explained, “The doctor said that having green plants at home can soothe emotions, but I don’t come back often, so the housekeeping or my assistant takes care of them.”
Jing Xun: “Oh.”
He could tell; it seemed CEO Shen didn’t like plants at all.
Even with such beautiful scenery, he only stood at the counter while drinking coffee and wouldn’t even come over to sit.
And he didn’t come back often.
It seemed this place was really just a temporary stop for Shen Yijin, not a home.
While Jing Xun was eating breakfast, Shen Yijin took the time to go back to his room to change clothes.
Before entering the room, he pointed to the coat rack at the entrance and said, “Those are the clothes Jin Zheheng brought this morning. Try them on to see if they fit.”
Jing Xun: “Okay.”
He finished his bread quickly. He didn’t drink the coffee in one go, but instead washed the tray clean. Jing Xun went to check his clothes.
The clothes Assistant Jin brought were from a luxury brand, and there was more than one set… all were packaged and unopened. It looked like a VIP customer had gone to the store to pick them up early in the morning.
Opening the boxes one by one, there were full sets of clothes, including innerwear.
The styles of the outerwear were mostly minimalist and casual; they looked like very ordinary short-sleeved shirts and trousers. If you ignored the trademarks, they probably weren’t much different from the hot-selling items he bought online.
But Jing Xun knew these clothes must be worth a fortune. Taking out just two pieces, the total price would probably reach tens of thousands, and it had also put Shen Yijin’s assistant through a lot of trouble…
He wandered in front of the bedroom door with the boxes, and ultimately chose to go to the bathroom in the corridor to change.
Although the master bedroom consisted of three spaces, and with Shen Yijin’s almost obsessive-compulsive personality, he must have changed in the walk-in closet, but to avoid awkwardness, Jing Xun felt it was better to change in the outside bathroom.
Jing Xun changed quickly; after all, there were only two or three pieces. It was done in no time.
Perhaps his size was easy to guess, as this set of clothes Jin Zheheng brought fit perfectly.
Coming out of the bathroom, Jing Xun heard a voice from the master bedroom; it was Shen Yijin calling him.
“Sir?” Jing Xun blinked. Shen Yijin rarely called him over to do anything. Jing Xun curiously returned to the door of the master bedroom and asked uncertainly through the door gap: “Are you calling me?”
“Mm,” Shen Yijin’s low voice sounded from inside. “Are you free? Come in for a moment.”
“Oh.”
Jing Xun pushed the door and entered. There was indeed no one in the bedroom.
He continued inside. The lights in the walk-in closet were on, and Shen Yijin, who had already changed clothes, was standing in front of a long mirror placed horizontally.
There was warm-toned background lighting behind the mirror, and the color scheme of the entire walk-in closet was also leaning towards warm tones, unlike the minimalist black-and-white style of the living room and other areas.
And Shen Yijin was looking at him under such warm yellow light.
He wasn’t dressed as formally as before. He was still in a suit, just a more casual one, and he wasn’t wearing a shirt underneath, but a casual T-shirt.
He didn’t know if it was his imagination, but Jing Xun felt that such a big brother wasn’t cold at all.
The two looked at each other, and this time Shen Yijin spoke first: “Did you sleep well last night?”
Jing Xun: “Hm?”
Opening his eyes slightly, Jing Xun thought: Is the Sir finally going to discuss the issue of him being “pressed” last night?
But then he heard Shen Yijin say: “I have three places where I frequently stay, including this one. There are a few other houses that haven’t been decorated much. When you have time, I’ll take you to look at them and see which one Xiao Xun likes. If you don’t like any of them, we’ll buy new ones.”
The number of question marks in Jing Xun’s heart increased significantly.
Shen Yijin: “Whichever one you like, we’ll decorate it into a home.”
Jing Xun: “…”
Jing Xun discovered that he seemed a bit too sensitive to the word “home,” especially when Shen Yijin mentioned this word; he always felt like his heart was impacted by something.
…His heart gave a jolt.
Yes, that word probably could be used to describe it.
Although Shen Yijin wasn’t saying any sweet nothings—through his limited contact, Jing Xun had basically confirmed that the villainous Sir wouldn’t say sweet nothings.
He only stated facts.
For example, Shen Yijin said again: “I hope you can live more comfortably.”
Even so, Jing Xun still felt warm in his heart.
He didn’t care about the decor or furniture, so he immediately indicated: “It’s already very comfortable, this place is quite good, no need to look at others.”
“Mm.”
Shen Yijin didn’t say anything else, just called him again: “Xiao Xun. Reach out your hand for a second.”
Although confused, Jing Xun still followed instructions and reached out a hand.
Because of the positions of the two, he subconsciously reached out his left hand, which was closer to Shen Yijin.
Then he saw a ring appear from Shen Yijin’s fingertips like a magic trick.
Before Jing Xun could react, it was already placed on his ring finger.
This ring was minimalist and exquisite. Jing Xun couldn’t tell what it was, but anything the big brother produced must be extraordinary.
Subconsciously, he used his thumb to touch the inner ring of the ring.
His fingers were slender, white, and symmetrical, matching this ring perfectly, making his already slender fingers look even more pleasing to the eye.
…Because he had promised the other party’s request to be engaged, Jing Xun had privately searched the internet for everything related to marriage.
Usually, it was first a proposal, then an engagement, then getting the certificate, and holding a ceremony.
Of course, the habits of every family and every pair of lovers were different. Some people proposed during the engagement ceremony, while some families didn’t have an engagement ceremony and just proposed simply. From the moment they agreed to the proposal, they were considered engaged.
But undoubtedly, putting a ring on his ring finger could be considered an engagement, right?
So what did the big brother mean? …
Connecting it to the remarks the other person just made about “home,” Jing Xun always felt that Shen Yijin was proposing to him?
But… way back on that day in the coffee shop, when the other party asked if they could get married and he said yes, Jing Xun had already defaulted to that being the proposal.
So, was he too blunt and straightforward?
…In any case, it didn’t seem very romantic.
Jing Xun raised his eyelashes, looking at Shen Yijin in confusion, just wanting to ask him what this was for.
Shen Yijin had already answered him: “To make up for the gift from the last proposal.”
Jing Xun: “…”
Alright, so the last time was really a proposal…
He knew it!
He couldn’t possibly be more straightforward than the villainous Sir!
Jing Xun didn’t forget to remind the other party: “But last time, I already received the watch from you, Sir.”
Shen Yijin: “Mm.”
Jing Xun: “Hm?”
Meeting Jing Xun’s clear eyes, Shen Yijin turned his gaze slightly away and said indifferently: “It doesn’t conflict.”
“From now on, everything I have is yours.”
Why does this sound so much like a father dividing his family property??
Jing Xun: “…??”
Perhaps not understanding the surprise Jing Xun was showing, Shen Yijin’s tone even carried some doubt: “National law stipulates that all property after marriage is common property, doesn’t it?”
Jing Xun: “…”
“Then Sir, aren’t you afraid that I will take away your family property?” Jing Xun asked, half-joking.
Although he knew that asking this was insulting to a big shot—who would have the “big” guts to take away the big brother’s family property?
But he was just curious how Shen Yijin would answer him…
And Shen Yijin answered him as expected.
His attitude was very calm, and the content was extremely simple and clear.
He said: “Not afraid.”
Jing Xun: “…”
The two didn’t delay much longer and soon left the house, driving directly to the hospital.
In fact, Jing Xun knew his current situation very well. Regarding finances, he really couldn’t give Shen Yijin any return, and Shen Yijin didn’t need it. Being too calculated would make things seem overly distant.