At seven-thirty in the morning, Ji Han Zhuo forcibly dragged Jiang Xizhi, who was still dozing, out of bed. Carrying her to the bathroom to wash up, he brushed her teeth while coaxing the half-asleep person in his arms, “Come with me to the company. If you want to sleep, you can sleep there.”
Jiang Xizhi had a habit of being grumpy upon waking up. Normally, she wouldn’t get out of bed until nine o’clock.
If it were any other day, she would have already lost her temper at Ji Han Zhuo’s behavior today. But today, she couldn’t afford to get angry—after all, she was the one who had promised him last night that she would follow him wherever he went. She really wanted to slap herself.
For someone accustomed to sleeping in, having their biological clock forcibly disrupted was pure torture.
Since Jiang Xizhi was still extremely sleepy, Ji Han Zhuo took over all her morning routine tasks.
To be fair, when it came to helping someone freshen up, Ji Han Zhuo was quite skilled. Unlike some clueless straight men who would just splash water on their faces and call it a day, the seemingly unapproachable Master Ji actually knew to use facial cleanser first, followed by toner and moisturizer afterward. He was practically a role model for men and the dream guy for countless girls.
After washing up, Jiang Xizhi was still too sleepy to keep her eyes open. Seeing this, Ji Han Zhuo carried her back to the bedroom bed and went to the walk-in closet to fetch her clothes.
By the time Ji Han Zhuo returned with her clothes, Jiang Xizhi was still lying limply on the bed. However, the moment his slightly cool fingers touched the strap of her pajamas, Jiang Xizhi reflexively opened her eyes wide, all traces of sleepiness gone.
If she wasn’t mistaken, this dog of a man, Ji Han Zhuo, wanted to change her clothes for her. No way!
In her past life, Ji Han Zhuo had taken advantage of changing her clothes to cop a feel more than once, and the memory was still fresh in her mind. She really didn’t want to experience that again.
Their eyes met, and Jiang Xizhi forced an awkward smile. “I’m awake now. Something as trivial as changing clothes doesn’t require Master Ji’s assistance.”
“It’s fine. I’ll help you. You can go back to sleep,” Ji Han Zhuo said nonchalantly, his fingers already sliding the strap of her pajamas down. He shamelessly kneaded her smooth arm while maintaining a perfectly innocent expression.
Jiang Xizhi pressed down on his hand and smiled. “I’m not sleepy anymore. I’ll do it myself.”
What Jiang Xizhi didn’t know was that the more she resisted, the more it piqued Ji Han Zhuo’s interest.
Ji Han Zhuo lifted his eyelids slightly, giving her an amused once-over before scanning her from head to toe. His blatant gaze made Jiang Xizhi’s skin crawl.
“You can change while awake. You don’t have to move.”
“No, I want to move. If I can’t even dress myself, wouldn’t I be useless? Don’t you think so?”
“It’s fine. I can afford to take care of you.” In fact, he rather
After speaking, Ji Han Zhuo leisurely left the room, leaving Jiang Xizhi sitting on the bed glaring fiercely at someone’s retreating back.
What kind of person is he? If he doesn’t take advantage of her a little every day, he really gets anxious.
After changing her clothes, Jiang Xizhi didn’t go downstairs immediately. Instead, she stood in front of the full-length mirror, lost in thought.
She felt that Ji Han Zhuo was acting very strange today. Why? Because today, he had actually chosen a blue, finely shimmering spaghetti-strap maxi dress for her—note, it was a spaghetti-strap dress!!! He actually allowed her to wear it outside, and to the company at that. Jiang Xizhi was already fair-skinned, and the blue dress made her look even fairer. The cinched waist design accentuated her slender waist, making it look as if it could be held with just one hand. The skirt was adorned with many sparkling, shimmering details. Jiang Xizhi didn’t know what material it was, but it looked ethereal and beautiful.
And right now, she was the very image of a little fairy.
But when Jiang Xizhi went downstairs and saw the creamy white cardigan in the man’s hand, she instantly understood everything. She had wondered how someone as possessive as Ji Han Zhuo could possibly let her go out in a spaghetti-strap dress.
Seeing Jiang Xizhi come downstairs, Ji Han Zhuo put down the cardigan in his hand, took her hand, and led her to the dining room. As usual, he sat her on his lap to eat.
After the meal, Ji Han Zhuo finally helped Jiang Xizhi put on the cardigan.
As for why it was after the meal? Because Ji Han Zhuo wanted to admire Jiang Xizhi in the spaghetti-strap maxi dress a little longer—worn only for him, and seen only by him.
Although it wasn’t Jiang Xizhi’s first time visiting Ji Han Zhuo’s company, she still felt uncomfortable under the curious gazes of the people in the lobby. So, she instinctively nestled closer into Ji Han Zhuo’s embrace.
Ji Han Zhuo didn’t like other men looking at Jiang Xizhi, but he loved the feeling of her relying on him. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer into his embrace, almost covering most of her face.
Then, his sharp eyes swept around the room, and no one dared to look up at them again.
Once inside the CEO’s private elevator, Jiang Xizhi immediately shook off Ji Han Zhuo’s arm.
Ji Han Zhuo’s brows furrowed slightly as he took her hand, his tone somewhat cool. “Using me and then discarding me?”
“Not at all! I just wanted to stretch a bit, haha.” As she spoke, Jiang Xizhi swung her arm.
She quickly changed the subject, asking, “Are you going to be working all day today?”
Ji Han Zhuo neither confirmed nor denied it. “I’ll have Chen Zhan send you my schedule for the day later. If you’re tired, you can go to the lounge and rest for a while.”
“Okay.”
Accompanying Ji Han Zhuo to work was actually quite boring, but as long as she could minimize the time spent with him, she would.
Ji Han Zhuo’s office was on the top floor. Besides his office, the entire floor was occupied only by the secretarial staff. Ji Han Zhuo’s office took up nearly half the space, so it could only be described in four words: outrageously extravagant. The lounge was comparable to a five-star hotel, complete with an independent bathroom, a walk-in closet, and everything one could need.
As soon as she entered the office, Jiang Xizhi took the tablet Ji Han Zhuo had prepared for her earlier and went into the lounge. First, she looked at the schedule Chen Zhan had sent her for Ji Han Zhuo: a meeting in the morning followed by handling documents, and another meeting in the afternoon followed by dealing with emails.
After reading it, she lay down on the large bed and started binge-watching dramas. She could stay holed up here all day today.
She was a bit old-fashioned and didn’t have any particularly refined hobbies. Aside from studying at school, she usually passed the time by binge-watching dramas and variety shows.
Moreover, she personally advocated for a clear separation between work and play—studying when it was time to study and playing when it was time to play, never mixing the two. So, by the time she returned to school the following week, she would make up for everything she had missed. After all, even if she wasn’t thinking about the present, she still had to prepare for the future.
Jiang Xizhi spent the entire morning in the lounge and only came out at lunchtime.
Ji Han Zhuo was picky about his meals. Even though the company cafeteria was run by a hired chef, he never touched the food there. Whenever he went to work, lunch was prepared by the chef at the estate and then delivered to the company by the driver.
After lunch, Jiang Xizhi followed her usual routine and took a nap. She had thought she could spend the day peacefully, but in the afternoon, someone unexpected arrived at Ji Han Zhuo’s office.