Chapter 419: Ninth Young Master of Xiasi Brews Some Ginger Soup
Upon sight of Si Yiyan carrying a woman into the club, the men guarding by the door, who were dressed in black suits, stared wide-eyed in astonishment. Their jaws dropped.
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment and disbelief. Doesn’t Ninth Young Master always abstain from women and l.u.s.t? They wondered.
At this moment, they immediately hung their heads low respectfully and greeted. “Ninth Young Master!”
Si Yiyan ignored them and continued carrying Wen Xinya into the club. He strode towards the elevator, during which the rest of his underlings would bow down to him.
Wen Xinya buried her head in the collar of his jacket and said, “Si Yiyan, turns out Jiayuan Club is one of your businesses. How impressive!”
Her breath was freezing cold, causing Si Yiyan to tense up.
Wen Xinya could feel that his body had stiffened. He kept a straight face which did not show his emotions.
Silence filled the air and they arrived in front of the elevator. Seemingly having heaved a sigh of relief, Si Yiyan pressed the elevator b.u.t.ton and walked into the elevator with Wen Xinya in his arms.
The silence began to feel a little oppressive the moment the elevator doors closed, leaving them alone in the tiny, enclosed s.p.a.ce. The red digits on the display continued to change rapidly as the elevator ascended, and seconds felt like years to him.
“Xinya…” he murmured, in an attempt to explain to her. However, he had no idea how he should go about it. It was not that he had something to hide from her, but rather, he merely did not know how to start telling her about his matters.
Ding! The elevator doors opened.
Si Yiyan heaved a sigh of relief and carried Wen Xinya out of the elevator. He then headed straight to his personal room in Jiayuan Club.
Si Yiyan lowered Wen Xinya onto the couch.
The feeling of lying down on a soft and comfy couch was her favorite.
Si Yiyan said softly, “I’ll go fill the tub with some water that you can use for a bath later. You were standing out there in the cold just now. You’ll feel much better after taking a warm bath.”
Before Wen Xinya could even say anything, he turned around and headed to the washroom.
Wen Xinya scanned her surroundings to see that the room was furnished in a cla.s.sic theme which happened to be her favorite. She was the one who had come up with the design of the rose chandelier. She had merely brought it up casually. To her surprise, Si Yiyan actually remembered it.
She turned around and walked towards the bookshelf beside the fireplace to see that there was a large collection of ancient books on the shelf. She randomly grabbed one of the books and flipped through the pages, on which there was Si Yiyan’s round and neat handwriting. There were annotations and footnotes all over the pages of the book, as well as some of his personal thoughts. The book turned out to be way easier than she had found it to be.
She soon became engrossed in the book.
Not long after, Si Yiyan exited from the washroom and said, “I’ve filled the tub with water. Hurry and go take a bath!”
Wen Xinya placed the book back onto the shelf and turned around to make her way towards the washroom.
As soon as Wen Xinya entered the washroom, she removed her clothes and stepped into the bathtub without even testing the temperature of the water. The warmth of the water seemed to have penetrated through her skin and got rid of all the chilliness in her. She felt extremely comfortable and soothed.
Wen Xinya got out of the bathtub after soaking in the water for twenty minutes. There was a navy blue satin bathrobe in the clothes basket, which was obviously placed there by Si Yiyan. However… it was his bathrobe.
Wen Xinya grabbed the bathrobe and put it on, allowing the smooth satin to be stuck closely against her skin. It felt as if Si Yiyan was pressing his soft and tender lips on her skin. She felt like she was being immersed in his unique scent, causing her face to turn red and hot in shyness.
She reckoned that it must have been the steam from the warm water which made her blush.
Clad in the bathrobe, Wen Xinya stood in front of the door and continuously fidgeted around. Every now and then, she would check if the ribbon was untied or if the robe was too loose. A long while later, she finally mustered up the courage to walk out of the washroom.
Si Yiyan was not in the living room. Wen Xinya put on Si Yiyan’s slippers and began walking around on the soft and fluffy fur carpet. She finally caught sight of Si Yiyan in the kitchen after pacing back and forth around the room.
Si Yiyan was dressed in a green s.h.i.+rt that made him look lanky, elegant and suave.
He had folded his sleeves and was busy preparing some ginger soup for her. The overwhelming scent of ginger and the sweet fragrance of brown sugar wafted up into the air of the enclosed s.p.a.ce, causing a warm and fuzzy feeling to fill her heart.
Despite having sharp senses and excellent combat skills, Si Yiyan did not notice her presence at all.
He looked down at the pot of ginger soup with a solemn expression on his chiseled face. Although it was just some ginger soup, he was extremely engrossed and made a conscious effort to be meticulous and careful, as if it was the most important thing in the world.
He had put in lots of effort into cooking the pot of ginger soup.
Si Yiyan poured some of the ginger soup into a bowl and took a sip to make sure that it tasted right. He then turned around to see that Wen Xinya was standing in front of the kitchen.
Wen Xinya burst into laughter and said, “Well done, Si Yiyan. You’re actually making me eat your saliva.”
Si Yiyan smiled and teased. “You’ve already eaten lots of my saliva, haven’t you?”
Wen Xinya’s puerile face turned red at the thought of the various romantic exchanges and kisses they had shared. Indeed, she had ingested lots of his saliva.
Si Yiyan served her the ginger soup and said, “Hurry and finish the ginger soup! You won’t catch a cold once you break a sweat.”
Although the ginger soup reeked of an unpleasant, spicy stench, her nose seemed to have ignored the overwhelming smell of ginger, allowing her to taste only the sweetness of brown sugar, which seemed to fill her heart.
Pouting her lips, she said, “You must be cooking me ginger soup because you don’t want me to fall sick and end up having to make you take care of me. I’m not going to let you have your way. Even if I’m not ill, you have to take care of me and serve me!” She then continued self-righteously, “Feed me!”
“My pleasure!” Si Yiyan exclaimed, staring at Wen Xinya’s smug and proud expression. He then scooped a spoonful of ginger soup and blew it to cool it down. After testing the temperature with his lips, he fed it to her.
As happy as a lark, Wen Xinya opened her mouth and drank the spoonful of ginger soup. She intentionally crinkled her nose and said, “It’s so spicy! Si Yiyan, you didn’t put enough sugar, did you?”
Feeling a little apprehensive, Si Yiyan tasted half a spoonful of it. He found that it was indeed a little too spicy although it was very sweet. Knowing that Wen Xinya had always been extremely picky, he said, “I’ll make you another bowl with more sugar.”
Wen Xinya burst into laughter and grabbed the bowl from his hand. She jested while sipping on the soup. “I was just pulling your leg! You actually believed me? No amount of sugar is going to cover the taste of ginger.”