Wen Xian dazedly looked at Shen Lingge, his gaze still falling on her face.
Shen Lingge reached out to lightly caress Wen Xian’s cheek, patiently repeating: “So, Xian Xian, am I your boyfriend?”
The sentence Shen Lingge asked was very subtle, he had always been reminding Wen Xian of the sentence she said when they first met—
From now on, you are my boyfriend.
At this moment Wen Xian’s cheeks were scalding hot, the flush spread all the way from the side of her face to behind her ears, and even had a tendency to gradually go downward.
Shen Lingge sighed as he pulled her into his arms, the person in his embrace stiffened slightly: “Xian Xian, is admitting that you like me such a difficult thing? Good girl cannot tell lies.”
He lowered his head and dropped a light kiss amidst her hair: “Do you like me?”
Wen Xian shamefully curled even her toes, but Shen Lingge had no intention of letting her go. She used her hands to cover her eyes, shrinking into his embrace, biting her lip and simply not speaking.
Shen Lingge chuckled lightly: “If you don’t answer again, I’ll start kissing downward.”
Wen Xian: “……”
She could feel that his heartbeat was not any slower than hers.
The atmosphere was ambiguous, the temperature rose, Wen Xian couldn’t wait to escape his confinement. She tightly closed her eyes and softly responded to him: “Like.”
After saying the word, she seemed to gain a bit more courage.
Wen Xian reached out to wrap her arms around his neck, muffledly said: “Shen Lingge, I like you very much. Because I like you, I wanted to come find you. It’s also because I like you, that I feel this unhappy.”
Shen Lingge responded in a low voice: “I know, I’m very sorry to let you see these things, there won’t be a next time.”
But after just a moment, Shen Lingge released her, the sensation of her soft touch against him, the sweet fragrance in his breath, he wasn’t sure how long he could calmly hold her like this.
Until Shen Lingge went out to get her suitcase, Wen Xian felt somewhat dazed. On the second day she flew to London, she suddenly had one more boyfriend, although… this originally already belonged to her.
Wen Xian a little pettily thought, having Xiao Xuehua [little snowflake] is hers.
After Shen Lingge brought the suitcase inside, he opened it, preparing to take out her clothes, but before he could see the clothes, a pile of snacks impatiently tumbled out and scattered all over the floor.
Shen Lingge: “……”
He furrowed his brows: “Wen Xian, did you obediently listen to what I said?”
Wen Xian discontentedly muttered: “Just now you were still hugging me calling me Xian Xian, and not even one minute has passed and you’re already changing face, dog thing!”
Shen Lingge lifted his eyes to look at her, thinking that since she ran so far to see him this time, he would temporarily let her off. He took out her clothes and placed them beside the bed, then closed the suitcase again.
Wen Xian poked her head out to look at him: “I still need to organize my suitcase.”
Shen Lingge lowered his head and glanced at his watch: “After eating, I’ll take you out to play. These two days we won’t stay in a hotel.”
Wen Xian blinked: “Don’t you need to be busy with work?”
Shen Lingge turned around and walked out, his voice calm: “Yesterday when you arrived, the contract was just finalized. These few days I gave the project team all a holiday, can accompany you to go play.”
After Shen Lingge helped Wen Xian close the door, Wen Xian buried her face into the soft, fluffy quilt, her face red as she began to quietly scream: “Ah—”
She screamed for quite a while before calming down, her brows and eyes curved as she picked up her clothes preparing to change into them. And the person outside the door, hearing the little girl’s uncontrollable scream, also curved his lips.
Foolish.
…
Shen Lingge casually picked up an apple-green spaghetti-strap little dress. Wen Xian, after changing clothes and picking up her phone, only then discovered it was already twelve-thirty noon. She rummaged out a little hat again and opened the door to look for Shen Lingge.
When Wen Xian came out, Shen Lingge was on the phone. He turned his head to glance at the youthful and lively little girl, casually waved his hand toward her.
Wen Xian only hesitated in place for a moment before running toward him, immediately pouncing into his arms. Shen Lingge reached out and hugged her: “Find someone to clean the room again, arrive around seven o’clock.”
Don’t know what was said on the other end of the phone, Shen Lingge responded once and then hung up the call.
Wen Xian raised her head to look at him: “Going where?”
Shen Lingge wrapped his arm around her waist and walked outward: “Take you to eat, after eating accompany you to stroll around for a while, then take you back to stay at the manor for two days, my private property.”
Hearing the word manor, Wen Xian suddenly became interested. She loved strolling around those unique little gardens the most. She shook his arm: “Where’s the garden? Is it fun? Can we pick fruit?”
Shen Lingge lightly laughed: “There’s even little lambs being raised, the cook there makes first-class English black tea.”
Wen Xian tilted her head thinking: “Shen Lingge, I can not go shopping, can we go directly to the garden after eating?”
While they were waiting for the elevator, Xiao Song also received the message and hurried over. Just as he turned the corner, he heard Shen Lingge say: “No, today I’m in a good mood, I just want to spend money for you, go shopping.”
Wen Xian: “……”
Xiao Song: “……”
Shen Lingge had reserved the restaurant in advance. Xiao Song and the driver went to the other side of the restaurant, very considerately leaving space for Shen Lingge and Wen Xian.
Wen Xian held the menu, flipped through a few pages casually, then handed the task of ordering dishes to Shen Lingge. Perhaps the time difference hadn’t adjusted yet, she didn’t have much appetite to eat.
After Shen Lingge ordered a few signature dishes, he also ordered a bottle of champagne. And Wen Xian, hearing him order champagne, her eyes brightened slightly. She felt she could eat again.
Shen Lingge raised his eyes and glanced at her: “One glass.”
Wen Xian propped her chin and nodded her head. She tilted her head to look outside. From here, one could see most of London’s scenery. History had given this city a different kind of meaning.
And this place, wealthy people gathered.
When the aroma of food drifted over, Wen Xian completely threw fatigue to the back of her mind. She picked up her fork, looked at this, looked at that, for a moment not knowing which to eat first. Shen Lingge passed her the maple syrup, indicating for her to eat the waffle first.
From then on, the process of eating was basically Shen Lingge taking what, Wen Xian ate what—for example, baked shrimp, French fries, grilled squid, green mussels, Wellington steak, and so on.
Originally thinking she had no appetite, Wen Xian was now lying back on the chair with her little belly puffed up, silently rubbing her own stomach, falling into thought: “……”
Only after seeing her eat her fill did Shen Lingge start eating. By the time the meal was finished, it was already an hour later.
While taking the elevator down, Wen Xian still quietly sighed: “Shen Lingge, the elevator here is really fast.”
Shen Lingge faintly glanced at her, his tone was also very flat, but the content was extremely arrogant: “Shen Corporation’s elevators can reach one hundred floors in forty seconds, are the world’s fastest elevators, one elevator costs three million US dollars.”
Wen Xian lightly hummed: “I haven’t been there, I don’t know, I just feel this elevator is fast.”
Shen Lingge lightly clicked his tongue, reached out and pinched her soft face: “Once things here are finished, I’ll take you to Shen Corporation, in the future that is also your property, should go over early to inspect it.”
Wen Xian raised her eyes to look at him, muttered: “That’s not mine, it’s yours.”
Shen Lingge held her hand, interlocking fingers with hers: “Even I myself am yours.”
Behind them, assistant Xiao Song and the driver: “……”
They just treated themselves as if they were deaf.
…
Today the sunlight was very good, Shen Lingge held Wen Xian’s hand walking on the avenue, the sunlight stretched their shadows very long, Wen Xian saw a buyer shop and pulled Shen Lingge in.
She had almost never seen Shen Lingge wear trendy brands, at home he always wore simple clothes, outside he usually wore privately custom-made expensive suits. She wanted to see what kind of feeling it would be for him to wear these trendy brands.
Wen Xian chose clothes and shoes very quickly, in less than five minutes she had picked two sets and two pairs of shoes. Shen Lingge also did not interfere with her, no matter what she bought, he was only responsible for swiping the card.
After Shen Lingge swiped the card, Xiao Song who had been following behind them very consciously took the shopping bags. Wen Xian also was not very interested in these trendy brands, after buying she headed towards Harrods.
Harrods is London’s most luxurious mall, located on Knightsbridge, with two hundred years of history, possessing more than 300 high-end brands from around the world.
Wen Xian raised her head looking at this very distinctive department store in front of her. The last time she came here was together with her mother, that year she was only sixteen years old, now she had already grown up.
Wen Xian walked around once and only then realized the styles here were basically all things she already had at home. The limited editions not available here, Shen Lingge had also prepared for her. She faintly had a feeling of strolling through her own wardrobe.
By the end Wen Xian only bought some beauty products and a croissant.
Her cheeks were bulging as she ate, after not being able to finish she handed it towards Shen Lingge’s mouth. The man lowered his head slightly and bit into the croissant she couldn’t finish directly from her hand.
Xiao Song: “……”
Today he was not only deaf, but also blind.
Only at this moment did Xiao Song truly realize just how important Wen Xian was to Shen Lingge. Today who knows how many people were looking for Shen Lingge, yet this man was here accompanying the person he loved to go shopping, eating the bread she couldn’t finish.
Just like the most ordinary person.
After going out, Wen Xian grabbed Shen Lingge’s wrist and stared at the side of his hand for a while. She hugged him and softly acted spoiled: “Shen Lingge, I’m tired, don’t want to shop anymore.”
Shen Lingge raised an eyebrow: “Tired?”
Wen Xian nodded: “Mm.”
“Yah—”
Wen Xian, in a moment of distraction, was suddenly carried up sideways by Shen Lingge. She belatedly stared at his jaw for a while, then suddenly her face flushed red and she leaned against his shoulder not moving.
Shen Lingge carried her walking towards the car, asking in a low voice: “Want to go to the market to play? Heard from Xiao Song that the market here is very lively.”
Wen Xian shook her little head, she had always been thinking about the manor he mentioned.
After Shen Lingge and Wen Xian got in the car, Xiao Song very consciously sat in the bodyguard’s car behind. He had already been fed dog food for the whole day, a bit too full, he really couldn’t take it anymore. [dog food: a slang term for witnessing public displays of affection]
Once in the car, Wen Xian leaned back against the seat a bit tiredly. She took off her hat and placed it to the side, lazily looking at the passersby and tourists coming and going along the roadside.
Shen Lingge spoke a few sentences with the driver then took her small hand and placed it at his lips, lightly kissing it. He raised his hand to brush away the hair sticking to her cheek: “Xian Xian, sleepy?”
Wen Xian leaned closer to his side, leaning on his shoulder and softly said: “I’ll just sleep for a while.”
Shen Lingge took a blanket and covered her body, adjusting his posture to make her sleep more comfortably. He spoke in a low voice: “Once you wake up we’ll have arrived at the manor.”
Wen Xian did not answer. She had already closed her eyes in drowsiness.