She had known Cen Sen for nearly twenty years, and this was the first time she had heard a somewhat sincere apology from his mouth.
This apology came so suddenly that she didn’t know how to respond at the moment, and could only clutch her small blanket, watching him without blinking.
Cen Sen reached out to smooth her stray hair, his body leaning slightly closer, bringing the distance very close in an instant, almost close enough to feel each other’s breath.
Ji Mingshu reflexively started blushing from the roots of her ears, and her heartbeat also accelerated against her will.
Cen Sen examined her up close, then suddenly placed a kiss on her lips.
The kiss was brief and without lust, with a rare gentleness, and his voice seemed to become low and tender as well. “Mingshu, come home with me.”
Who could resist this!!!
Ji Mingshu’s heart was already madly bubbling with sweetness, and the little goldfinch crouching obediently in the center of the sweet bubbles nodded frantically like a bird pecking at rice.
But her subconscious kept reminding her: stay steady, don’t break down, the success or failure of your future status in the family depends on this move!!!
“I told you I haven’t brushed my teeth!”
She pretended to wipe her mouth, lowered her eyelashes, and mumbled softly: “If… if you had this realization earlier, I’m not an unreasonable person.”
Cen Sen patiently responded with an “Mm.”
Her heart was beating fast, and she had almost wrinkled that part of the blanket by clutching it so hard, but she couldn’t help continuing to clutch it.
“Then… since you’ve apologized and promised so sincerely, I can go back, but as you said yourself, you have to be good to me in the future. If you’re not good to me and make me lose face, I will really…” The word “divorce” got stuck in her throat; she didn’t want to say it. “Anyway, you’ll see.”
Cen Sen replied with another “Mm,” and continued from where she left off: “During the half month you were away, I had Mingshui’s dressing room renovated, adding stairs and an elevator in the original dressing room leading to the third floor. The four guest rooms on the left upstairs have been converted into your new dressing room. The housekeeper has reorganized everything by brand and season for you, and the brands you like have visited the house and filled it with new styles in your size.”
“I also had Zhou Jiaheng contact haute couture workshops, but those few said it would be better if you were there in person for measurements and tailoring.”
“…”
Ji Mingshu was speechless for a while.
Cen Sen pondered for a moment, then remembered something else. “I recall you mentioned before that the yacht at home was a bit small. I’ve ordered an Azimut 60 for you. I originally wanted to get the 100-foot one, but a 100-foot yacht would be troublesome to dock. This one should be enough for your summer sea parties.”
“…”
Had he suddenly been enlightened by Buddha?
Ji Mingshu was in shock that “this dog of a man would take the initiative to feed her,” unable to come back to her senses for a long time.
Just then, Cen Sen’s phone vibrated.
It was a message from Zhou Jiaheng.
Zhou Jiaheng and the stylist were waiting in the car downstairs, not daring to come up without notification, nor daring to call for fear of interrupting the boss’s important moment.
But if they didn’t start styling soon, they would be late for the “Zero Degrees” event. Plus, with the stylist constantly asking, he had no choice but to send a careful inquiry message.
Cen Sen replied with “come up,” and without waiting for Ji Mingshu’s response, he lifted the blanket, picked her up horizontally, and went straight downstairs.
Without thinking, Ji Mingshu wrapped her arms around his neck, rested her chin on his shoulder, and belatedly came to her senses.
He had his usual pleasant faint scent of cold fir. She inhaled a couple more times, feeling as if she was so happy she could die.
But she didn’t dare smile secretly or reveal her thoughts to Cen Sen. If Cen Sen knew she liked him, he probably wouldn’t put in so much effort for her.
Thinking of this, she had to make conversation, secretly establishing her strong and independent persona in his ear. “Don’t think you can buy me off with a few clothes and a yacht. I can earn my own money now, and you can’t look down on me in the future.”
“Mm.”
Perhaps feeling that continuously responding with such monotonous “Mm”s would make Ji Mingshu feel brushed off, Cen Sen thought for a moment, then lowered his voice and added in her ear, “It’s my honor to spend money on Mrs. Cen.”
Mrs. Cen.
Ji Mingshu couldn’t help it—hidden behind his back, she secretly curved her lips into a smile.