Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot

Chapter 414: 265 Sleeping and sharing a pillow: Skillful maneuvers, even more provocative talk_2

"Not tired," she claimed, but that was not entirely true—she enjoyed it. As Jiang Yanting stepped back, she quickly moved away from him and sat on the sofa, downing a large glass of water, still feeling hot all over.

He had been too close just now, his breath wafting across her neck and ear, setting her skin on fire. She still felt unbearably hot.

Now, he was leaning against the bar, staring straight at her...

They were not strangers; they had been intimate before. That look in his eyes, she knew it well—it was naked...

Desire.

She coughed softly, stood up to return to her room, but just as she was about to rise, he suddenly approached, moving behind the sofa and placing his hands on her shoulders.

"Jiang Yanting?" As soon as the words left her lips, she felt a soreness in her shoulders. Caught off guard, she could not help but cry out.

"Keep it down, you’ll wake the children."

...

His fingers pressed against her shoulders, massaging and kneading. Her job often required her to be hunched over her desk, causing frequent soreness in her neck and shoulders. Just finishing tending to those two little "bundles of joy" had made her neck even more uncomfortable.

"How is this pressure?" Jiang Yanting’s voice floated from behind her.

"Mmm—"

Shen Zhixian responded, the sound a mix of comfort and pain. Muffled as it was, it carried a tantalizing hook to Jiang Yanting’s ears. The pressing turned her pale neck a light pink under the light...

It itched tantalizingly at his heart, his throat seemed scorched by strong liquor, unbearable itching.

Though they had cleared the air between them, whenever Shen Zhixian met him, Taotao was almost always by her side. To maintain his grand image in the child’s mind, Jiang Yanting rarely showed excessive intimacy with Shen Zhixian.

At that moment, alone together, it was impossible not to feel something.

"Hmm?" Shen Zhixian noticed his hands had stopped moving. Slightly frowning, she had yet to turn around when she felt something like a spark jump to her neck.

Her heart skipped, searing sharply.

How could he...

Their necks sensitive and delicate, his approach, even a light touch, was enough to unsettle her.

He reached around from behind, lightly encircling her shoulder. Though there was a sofa between them, their bodies could not meet, and it was this distance that made it unbearably burning.

"Jiang Yanting?"

"Hmm?" His voice was close and deep, irresistibly inviting, "Let me hold you, okay?"

The lilt at the end sounded almost like a hook, and despite her calm demeanor, it agitated her.

Shen Zhixian suppressed her frantic heartbeat. They knew each other too well, and he knew exactly what she couldn’t resist.

Moreover, his voice carried a trace of tiredness, a man usually unyielding and formidable showing vulnerability was undoubtedly disarming.

"Have you been very tired recently?" Shen Zhixian frowned. She had intermittently learned of the Jiang family’s matters through the Xie family. The Jiang family was a well-known household in Beijing, and the Xie family closely monitored the Jiang Group’s movements due to business dealings.

Jiang Yanting didn’t respond, his chin resting on her neck and shoulder, rubbing slightly.

Time passed, and just as Jiang Yanting was about to pour out his heart to her, he found Shen Zhixian had fallen asleep. The flight, coupled with looking after the two children, had been enjoyable, but utterly exhausting. She had collapsed from sheer exhaustion and the physical toll of childbirth had left her easily fatigued.

Jiang Yanting couldn’t help but both cry and laugh. At such an ambiguously romantic moment, could she really afford to sleep?

He moved in front of her, one arm around her waist, the other slipping under her knees, lifting her in his arms...

To go back to the room to sleep.

...

The next morning, due to her internal clock, Shen Zhixian woke up to the sound of running water from the bathroom. She suddenly recalled last night’s events, her pupils shaking...

Her glance caught the messy, crumpled bed sheets, clearly slept in. noveldrama

Yet her body told her that nothing had happened last night. She wasn’t a naive girl; she knew if something had transpired.

A jacket belonging to Jiang Yanting hung on one side, private items like his wristwatch lay on the nightstand, so...

Had she shared a bed with Jiang Yanting last night?

Shen Zhixian bit her lip, just as the doorbell rang. In a panic, she jumped out of bed, looking like someone caught in an affair, rushing to the door, straightening her hair and clothes while peering through the peephole.

It was Xie Duo.

She opened the door, "You’re here so early?"

"Weren’t we going to have breakfast together?" Xie Duo surveyed her, "You haven’t freshened up yet?"

"Oh, I..."

Before Shen Zhixian could finish, she heard footsteps behind her, followed by Jiang Yanting’s voice, "Xie Duo? This early?"

Xie Duo was completely dumbfounded!

He had carried the luggage himself and was well aware of which bedroom was Shen Zhixian’s. That shameless Jiang Yanting, where had he slept last night?

"Xianxian, I’ll go back to my room. I can’t wear yesterday’s clothes; I need to change."

Shen Zhixian was on the verge of tears. Do whatever you want, why are you telling me?

"You two..." Xie Duo hesitated, "Auntie, this..."

He had warned her repeatedly last night to lock her door, and yet...

Things still happened.

Shen Zhixian was also full of indignant shame, but personal matters weren’t something to explain to Xie Duo.

But Jiang Yanting spoke softly, "Xie Duo, she’s your aunt, a senior. Is it your place, a junior, to interfere?"

If someone else had said it, Xie Duo might not have reacted so strongly, but coming from his arch-rival, Jiang Yanting!

He was furious beyond measure but had no recourse, his face turning pale with suppressed anger.

He and Jiang Yanting had known each other for a long time. As adversaries, he knew him all too well, cunning in action and words...

Jiang Yanting merely raised his brows and glanced at him, that look seeming to say:

Stare all you want, you’ll still have to call me ’uncle’!