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nAfter the meal, Ye Qing Xin looks at her empty bowl. She feels that she needs to explain about her excuse “I’ve eaten lunch before”.

n“That…. before I’ve eaten my lunch. It’s just your cooking skill is too good so I……”

nHer words are for praising Jing Bo Yuan’s cooking skill, but also to explain her big appet.i.te. Earlier she is not really full, so she couldn’t control herself to finish it.

nJing Bo Yuan puts down his chopsticks and glances at her. He asks calmly: “Are you full now?”

nYe Qing Xin nods: “I’m full, thank you Chief Jing.”

nJing Bo Yuan doesn’t say anything more, he tidies up.

nYe Qing Xin looks at his action and tries to tidy up: “Let me do it?”

nHow can she let her boss do it?

nJing Bo Yuan stops her: “Go to tidy up the bookshelves at the study room. Today this is your important job.”

n“He?” Ye Qing Xin is startled. Shouldn’t her most important job is cleaning?

nJing Bo Yuan just looks cooly at him, he doesn’t explain to her for her confusion. He just goes to wash the dishes.

nYe Qing Xin is startled for two minutes and then says: “Yes!” She goes upstair.

nShe is an employee, as for her job, of course it’s up to the boss.

nJing Bo Yuan’s study room is really big. Ye Qing Xin looks around. It seems to be bigger than her house. She gets inside. On both sides of the room there’re two big bookshelves that reach to the ceiling. It’s full of book. There’re also small size ladder to get the book.

nThere’s also a french-style window that creates the room to be bright.

nYe Qing Xin raises her eyes to see the book. The books are all fiction. It’s spotless, how should she clean it?

nDuring her confusion, her phone rings.

nIt’s a call from Dou Weir.

nYe Qing Xin answers.

n“h.e.l.lo? Xin Xin, are you in Jing Bo Yuan’s mansion? Is he home? What is he doing?”

nYe Qing Xin: “…..I’m here. He…. is washing the dishes.”

n“……….”Dou Weir is silent and suddenly she snarls: “Ye Qing Xin, you unexpectedly let my Jing Bo Yuan washes dishes? Why are you not washing it?!”

nShe says: “Wait? Why Jing Bo Yuan, a big boss, personally washes his own dishes? There’s no maid in the house?”

n“Em. The time I came here, Chief Jing is home alone. He let me cook but I carelessly broke the bowl and it hurt my hand. The doctor asked me to not wet my hands. Chief Jing doesn’t let me to wash it….”

nYe Qing Xin wants to look for excuse for Jing Bo Yuan’s act of washing the dishes. Her voice gradually turns lower.

nShe looks at two big bookshelves. The books are arranged neatly but Jing Bo Yuan asked her to tidy it. Would it be because her hand shouldn’t be wet, so he wants to let her not wet her hand during cleaning?”

nCan it be?”

nYe Qing Xin’s feeling is in chaos.

nImpossible right?

n“Wah! I didn’t expect that that very strict and cold Jing Bo Yuan, will personally be so caring. No wonder he is the one that I appreciate. What should I do, Xin Xin. I seems to like him even more…” Dou Weir says.

nYe Qing Xin laughs.

n“Xin Xin, be more quick-witted there. Help me to probe a bit about big boss’ hobby. I’ll try to fit his taste.”

n“How should I probe? Shouldn’t it be better that you ask Suo Suo. She is Chief Jing’s cousin, of course she knows a lot.”

nDou Weir clicks her tongue and shows her disapproval: “Suo Suo, that little kid. She will tell Big boss Jing directly about it. I’ll be embarra.s.sed by then?”

nYe Qing Xin rolls her eyes: “Then you are not afraid that I’ll tell Chief Jing about your errant intention toward him?”

nDou Weir laughs: “I believe you, Xin Xin.”

nShe hangs up and clutches the phone.

nShe recalls Jing Bo Yuan’s expression when she was hurt. He took the first a right step then called the doctor. He is caring and dependable.

nYet she couldn’t depend on him.

nYe Qing Xin thinks about Dou Weir’s word and laughs helplessly.

nMajority of women is soft creatures. Dou Weir wants to possess Jing Bo Yuan, it’s true that it’s not wrong, but she is worried for Dou Weir. Jing Bo Yuan is a business man, how can a soft woman as Dou Weir wants to handle him?

nShe just wishes that the time Dou Weir fails, she will not be too wounded?

nYe Qing Xin sighs.

n“What are you day-dreaming about?” A voice comes from the top of her head

nShe is surprised and turns her head. She b.u.mps into a st.u.r.dy chest.

nShe takes a step back unconsciously. She almost falls down. Luckily, Jing Bo Yuan is quick and help to support her by hugging her waist. It’s good, she doesn’t fall but she is in his embrace.

nImmediately, her nose is full of his smell.

nShe doesn’t know how can her hands are at his chest. With only a cotton material as a separation, she could feel clearly his strong chest muscle.

nIt’s just a flash, Jing Bo Yuan let her go and acts normal: “Be more careful.”

nYe Qing Xin’s ears turn red. Her voice is low: “Thank you.”

nJing Bo Yuan looks at her and asks: “What were you thinking before?”

nShe even didn’t notice his presence before.

nYe Qing Xin raises her head to look at Jing Bo Yuan.

nHe is not smiling, but she could feel a bit of gentleness on his eyes.

n“I was thinking, where should I start to tidy it up.”

nJing Bo Yuan looks around: “Just put the books side by side.”

nYe Qing Xin: “……”

nShe starts to tidy up. Jing Bo Yuan all along just sits down on the rattan chair in the balcony and reads his book. He looks happy with it.

nShe is tired.

nAt night she gives tutorial for Hong Si Yu, she feels her hand is so tired that she is shivering during writing.

nFinally she is done with the tutorial. Ye Qing Xin bids her goodbye to Mrs Hong. Mrs Hong stops her.

n“Ms Ye, tomorrow I want to ask for your help.”

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