The next day, Xia Ruohan woke up at ten o’clock. The sun was high in the sky, but the curtains were drawn, blocking the glaring sunlight from entering the room.
She sat up in bed, stretched, and then slumped back against the headboard.
“Click.”
The sound of the door opening made Xia Ruohan glance up. She sat up straight instantly, watching the man walk in.
“Are you awake?” Jun Lin, dressed in a shirt and slacks, walked to the window and pulled back the curtains.
The glaring sunlight illuminated the previously dim room. Xia Ruohan squinted, feeling a bit annoyed, though she dared not show it.
With his back to the light, Jun Lin looked at Xia Ruohan and said, “Get up.”
“Oh.” Xia Ruohan replied, slowly getting out of bed, slipping on her slippers, and entering the bathroom with her hair a mess.
Judging by Jun Lin’s appearance, she had no idea if he’d even come back to sleep last night.
After washing up, she went downstairs for breakfast.
Xia Ruohan sat with her back straight, holding her chopsticks stiffly as she ate.
She couldn’t help it—Jun Lin had such a powerful presence that she felt flustered sitting next to him.
“I’m going home for a bit at noon.”
“Huh?” Xia Ruohan paused, looking at him. “Go back to what home?”
“The old family home,” Jun Lin said indifferently.
“Oh.”
The old family home—Jun Lin’s grandfather and parents all lived there.
“What for?” Xia Ruohan asked.
“Grandfather wants to see Jun Yize.”
Is that it? Is that it? What does that have to do with her? !
“We’re married. You have no reason not to go back and meet the family,” Jun Lin said again, his tone still flat.
What kind of marriage was this? No love, no wedding—they’d only known each other for a few months, and the number of times they’d spoken could be counted on one hand! At best, it was Jun Lin forcing her into it.
Sigh!
Xia Ruohan sighed inwardly and continued eating her breakfast.
After breakfast, Xia Ruohan went back to her room to look for clothes.
She walked into the walk-in closet and casually pulled open a drawer. Inside were nothing but dresses—every single one a designer brand, many of which were one-of-a-kind pieces. She never imagined Jun Lin had bought them all.
Xia Ruohan looked at the beautiful dresses and was struck by decision paralysis.
She loved them all!
Question: What do you do when you have a closet full of clothes you all love?
Waiting online, pretty urgent.
After picking for a long time, Xia Ruohan finally pulled out a light pink fairy-style dress, held it up to her body, and put it on.
But unexpectedly, the dress’s zipper got stuck!
Xia Ruohan grimaced as she tried to zip it up, but the zipper was stuck in the middle, not budging an inch.
Suddenly, a pair of warm, large hands covered her wrist. Her wrist was taken, and slightly rough fingers brushed across the skin on her back. With a single sound, the zipper was easily pulled up.
Xia Ruohan turned around and looked at Jun Lin, who had just walked in, her eyes clearly displeased. “Why didn’t you knock before coming in?”
“We’re legally married, and this is my room. Do I need to knock to come in?”
Xia Ruohan: “……”
He had a point.
Jun Lin gave her a once-over and said, “There are shoes in the cabinet behind you.”
She opened another cabinet, which was filled with pairs of white shoes in various styles.
Xia Ruohan’s decision-making anxiety struck again…
She fiddled with this pair and that, taking ages before finally picking out a pair to put on.
Jun Lin leaned against the wardrobe, watching her with a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
Because Xia Ruohan took so long to get dressed, it was nearly 11:30 by the time they headed out.
Jun Yize sat in the backseat of the car, watching the couple slowly emerge. He couldn’t help but shake his head, looking surprisingly mature for his age.
His dad just loved using him to trick that innocent little girl.
He claimed that Great-Grandpa Zeng wanted to see him, but really, he just wanted to take the young lady back with him. Since he couldn’t find a good excuse, he used his son as a cover.