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Chapter 132 - 132 132 Cant Sleep in Separate Rooms
Chapter 132 - 132 132 Cant Sleep in Separate Rooms
?Chapter 132: Chapter 132: Can’t Sleep in Separate Rooms Chapter 132: Chapter 132: Can’t Sleep in Separate Rooms Bay Villa District.
Every villa here occupies a large area of land, with the environment beautifully manicured to perfection—entering the district feels refreshing and uplifting.
It was Ye Chuyi’s first visit to the marital home she would share with Sheng Tingyuan.
To her surprise, the villa had been arranged very warmly, mostly using warm colors, which was completely different from the style of Sheng Tingyuan’s bedroom at Tang Jin’s place.
In a low voice, she mused to herself, “Strange, why is it all in my favorite colors?”
Sheng Tingyuan overheard her words, and he said indifferently, “The house was decorated by people Mom instructed. She specifically asked your mother, so the house was arranged according to your preferences.”
Ye Chuyi was startled. She remembered Madam Ye had called her before to ask about some of her personal habits and preferences.
At the time, she didn’t think much of it and had told the truth about everything.
But she hadn’t expected that it was actually a request from Tang Jin.
Looking at everything carefully arranged in the villa, she said from the bottom of her heart, “Mom is really good to me!”
Sheng Tingyuan glanced at her hand, “Does it still hurt?”
“What?”
“Your hand.”
“Oh, it doesn’t hurt anymore.”
“It’s still very red. Put some ointment on it.”
While Ye Chuyi was seriously touring the villa, she nodded perfunctorily, “Hmm, okay, I’ll apply it later.”
After having looked at everything, she chose a bedroom on the second floor, “I’ll just sleep in this room.”
Sheng Tingyuan said, “The master bedroom isn’t this one, it’s next door.”
Ye Chuyi, of course, knew the master bedroom wasn’t this one. The master bedroom was twice as big as this bedroom, and it even had large “Double Happiness” characters posted inside. The bed set was a festive red as well, looking as if she and Sheng Tingyuan were going to enter the bridal chamber today.
With a grand gesture, she offered, “You can have the master bedroom. I’ll be fine in the secondary bedroom.”
Sheng Tingyuan stepped forward, grasped her wrist, and pulled her out, “Mom will find out if we sleep separately; I’ll be lectured.”
“If you don’t tell and I don’t tell, how will she find out?”
“You don’t think Auntie Wang is here just to cook for us, do you?”
“Ah? Is Mom having her spy on us?”
“What do you think?”
Ye Chuyi felt a bit of a headache: “Why don’t you bribe Auntie Wang to keep her from saying anything?”
“Can’t bribe her, Auntie Wang is upright and principled.”
Turning her head, Ye Chuyi indeed saw Auntie Wang in the living room watching them. When Auntie Wang saw her looking, she even smiled and asked, “Madam, do you see anything the house lacks? If there’s anything missing, I will go buy it tomorrow.”
Ye Chuyi shook her head with a sense of resignation, “There’s nothing missing, Auntie Wang. You should rest.”
“Madam, I’m not tired. Madam said that I’m here to take care of you and the young master. I can only sleep after you and the young master have gone to bed.”
Fine, Auntie Wang was an open spy after all.
Ye Chuyi had no choice but to follow Sheng Tingyuan into the master bedroom.
The room was a sea of red, very much giving the feel of a bridal chamber, but this made Ye Chuyi uncomfortable.
Idle, she opened the wardrobe and was shocked to find that an entire row of closets was filled with clothes prepared for her, in all sorts of colors, styles, and designs.
She had just seen a bunch of her clothes in the walk-in closet, so why were there so many more in this bedroom!
She couldn’t help but turn around and ask Sheng Tingyuan, “These couldn’t have also been prepared by Mom, could they?”
Having removed his suit, Sheng Tingyuan walked up to her, “It was her.”
Ye Chuyi didn’t know what to say. Tang Jin, as a mother-in-law, had been thoroughly meticulous and considerate.
“Give me your hand.”
“Why?”
“To apply the medicine.”
As he spoke, Sheng Tingyuan lifted her hand.
“It’s already fine, it doesn’t hurt anymore.”
“A doctor should take good care of her hands—the lives of patients are in them.”
With that heavy responsibility placed upon her, Ye Chuyi fell silent and let him apply the ointment to her hand obediently.
He applied it with care, so much so that Ye Chuyi felt an illusion, as if her hand were some precious porcelain being meticulously maintained by him, fearing even the slightest crack in the porcelain.
He was so close to her, close enough for her to smell the crisp pine scent on him.
The way he applied the ointment made her suddenly think of someone.