The wooden beauty of Young Master Sheng(25)
Chapter 25: This Tired?
She fell.
Jiang Chenchen took a long bath, feeling groggy as she climbed out. She put on her pajamas and went to bed. It was rare for her to feel this drowsy.
When she went out, she didn't notice she tripped and fell, landing flat on the floor. With wet hair scattered around her, she hadn't managed to get up.
Sheng Mingsi walked in and saw this scene. His expression darkened as he lifted her from the floor. She was only wearing his oversized pajamas, and she looked even thinner than he thought.
Her fair skin was exposed to the air, and he immediately covered her wet hair with a large towel.
Then he checked for injuries.
Fortunately, the room had a carpet, so she wasn't hurt.
The pajamas were his, so they were large on her, revealing a beautiful collarbone and more.
His gaze couldn't retract in time, and his expression tensed. However, when he noticed a scar on her chest, he quickly averted his eyes.
A scar on the left side, around the heart area. He couldn't determine its length, but the scar was deep, looking particularly grim beneath her snow-white skin.
The person on the bed seemed completely unaware, having fallen asleep without a care in the world.
This tired?
Sheng Mingsi gazed at her, suspecting whether she was pretending to sleep. However, her breathing was steady, clearly asleep.
As for her hair not drying, why should he care?
The bandage on her chin was wet and needed to be redressed. What did it have to do with him?
Feeling annoyed, he got up and fetched a hairdryer.
...
Early the next morning, Jiang Chenchen woke up.
She had never slept so soundly before; it felt incredible.
But when she fully woke up, her whole body felt unusually relaxed. She was agile and energetic, and even her wrists felt flexible.
After dressing, she walked to the balcony. At this hour, a thick mist enveloped everything. The sun hadn't risen yet, and nothing was visible.
She leaned against the balcony railing, lost in thought for a long time.
Gradually, the mist began to disperse.
Sunlight penetrated the thin fog, giving it a faint glow.
Downstairs, someone was trimming the flowers in the garden—a middle-aged man with slightly graying hair. After a while, he wiped his sweat and looked up, noticing Jiang Chenchen.
He greeted her warmly, "Miss Jiang, are you awake?"
She looked down but didn't say anything.
Seeing the young girl in a daze, the man asked kindly, "Are you hungry? Auntie Hua is preparing breakfast. She'll call you when it's ready."
Without waiting for a response, he cheerfully went back to his work.
Jiang Chenchen withdrew her gaze from the distant space and looked at the man earnestly tending to the flowers. Under his care, the plants became more aesthetically pleasing, almost cute.
Supporting her face with one hand, she tilted her head, as if she hadn't seriously observed these flowers and plants for a long time.
The sound of knocking interrupted her contemplation.
"Miss Jiang, breakfast is ready. Please come down."
She went to the door and opened it, nodding to the housekeeper.
Auntie Hua, seeing this, smiled and went downstairs.
After freshening up, Jiang Chenchen went downstairs for breakfast. She didn't see Sheng Mingsi.
Auntie Hua noticed and said, "Mr. Sheng hasn't woken up yet. You go ahead and eat."
Sheng Mingsi, after helping her tidy up the previous night, had returned to his room to deal with the company's matters. He worked until late, only going to bed after Qin Chi, who brought his five-year-old son along, arrived.
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