Seeing Xia Ruohan’s nervous expression filled Jun Lin with an inexplicable sense of joy. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly as he leaned down and pressed his forehead against hers.
“Ruohan.”
“Huh?” Xia Ruohan’s heart raced, pounding wildly—not with the same kind of nervousness she’d felt that morning, but with a different, unfamiliar sensation.
“No other man is allowed near you besides me.”
“Ah…”
Xia Ruohan was dumbfounded, completely taken aback by Jun Lin’s sudden gesture.
Could this man actually be this gentle with her?
In Xia Ruohan’s eyes, as long as Jun Lin wasn’t wearing that cold expression, every one of his gestures was tender—the kind that tempted one to sin.
“Did you hear me?” Jun Lin furrowed his brow, straightened his posture, and flicked her forehead with his finger.
Xia Ruohan rubbed her sore forehead and said discontentedly, “I got it. You’re so possessive.”
The last part was spoken so softly it sounded like a mutter to herself, yet Jun Lin heard it clearly.
His feelings for her went far beyond mere possessiveness…
At dinner, Xia Ruohan got a firsthand taste of what it truly meant to be rich and indulgent.
The dining table was four meters long, yet only the three of them were seated at it. Jun Lin occupied the head of the table, with Xia Ruohan and Jun Yize seated to his left and right, respectively.
The spread was incredibly lavish, consisting almost entirely of Xia Ruohan’s favorite dishes. The table was piled high, and just looking at it made Xia Ruohan’s mouth water.
“Miss, it’s time to eat.” Jun Yize held a pair of chopsticks, intending to serve her some food, but Jun Lin intercepted him midway.
“Once you’re full, go back to your room to do your homework.”
Jun Yize looked confused.
He hadn’t even started eating yet! How could he possibly be full?
The next moment, he saw Jun Lin serving food to Xia Ruohan.
Jun Yize: “……”
It was one thing when Jun Lin wasn’t home, but now that he was there, he still didn’t serve him any food.
He lowered his head and ate his meal in small, sullen bites.
The housekeeper, Aunt Wu, watched from the side and asked him, “Young Master, is the food not to your liking today? Why aren’t you eating more?”
Jun Lin glanced at him, his handsome face expressionless. “If you don’t like it, just make some instant noodles.”
Jun Yize: “……”
He shot Jun Lin a resentful look, then picked up the dish in front of him and started eating.
Xia Ruohan watched their interaction and couldn’t help but wonder, “Everyone says you spoil your son. Why is he acting like this now…?”
“What do outsiders know?” Jun Yize muttered discontentedly. “Miss, let me tell you, my dad just puts on a show for the outside world. Once he’s back home, he gives me the cold shoulder and barely says a word—I can count his sentences on two hands.”
“She’s your mom.”
“Achoo!”
Just as Jun Lin said that, Xia Ruohan took a sip of soup and immediately choked on it.
She’s only 22! Where did she get such a big son?
“Miss, do you want to be my mom?” Jun Yize blinked his dark, shiny eyes, looking at her with eager anticipation.
Xia Ruohan was practically melting at the sight of him, yet the words that came out of her mouth were hurtful.
“No.”
The chopsticks in Jun Lin’s hand accidentally clinked against the porcelain bowl, making a soft sound. As soon as Xia Ruohan finished speaking, the dining room fell silent.
Jun Yize shrank his neck and silently shot Xia Ruohan a look that said, “You’re done for.”
Just look at his dad’s face—it’s so grim.
But Xia Ruohan was oblivious.
“How about I be your big sister?” Xia Ruohan asked.
Jun Yize laughed, but as he laughed, his gaze met Jun Lin’s icy stare…
“No, no, no. You’re my dad’s wife; I can’t call you ‘sister.’”
Calling her “sister” would mess up the family hierarchy.
“I’ve actually always wanted a little brother, but I don’t have one. Would you mind being my little brother?”
“You’re dreaming,” Jun Lin said in a low voice.
Only then did Xia Ruohan notice the gloom on Jun Lin’s face.
She gave a wry chuckle, lowered her head to eat her rice, and dared not say another word.