Jing Chaochen was too excited and only after taking a sedative did he finally calm down and fall into a peaceful sleep.
Yu Zeyao drove Jingyu to the Vice Presidential Palace. Along the way, Jingyu remained quiet. The man beside him also remained silent.
Such silence made Jing Yu feel more and more uneasy. But she never asked anything. Some things that were supposed to come would come. She subconsciously hoped that it could come later.
Even during the Spring Festival, there were still people in the Vice President's Palace. Seeing them coming back, the butler had already gone out to greet them warmly, but what he got in response was that the two people were worried.
Jing Yu changed his shoes and finally spoke first: "I'm tired today, I'm going upstairs to sleep first."
Yu Zeyao nodded.
Jingyu went back to his room alone. In fact, it had been a long time since he had slept alone in this room. Since he had discussed with her seriously about having a child last time, they had never slept in separate beds.
After sleeping together for so long, most of her pajamas had been moved to his room. The toiletries in the bathroom were already empty—they had been moved to his room long before she even noticed.
There was no other choice but to ask the servant to fetch a new set of toiletries. When she gave the order, her voice was not lowered. Yu Zeyao, who had just gone upstairs, heard her words clearly, but he did not ask any questions.
As you can imagine, she slept in her own room tonight, and he acquiesced.
After washing up, I lay down on the bed, but I still couldn't fall asleep at all. For a long time, I could only think of my father's excited look in the hospital.
She lay there for three hours, but still couldn't fall asleep. It seemed that she was used to having someone by her side, and suddenly there was no one around her, and she was very uncomfortable. Finally, she turned over and got up...
She opened the door.
It's almost eleven o'clock at this point.
Because it was the Spring Festival, everyone else in the villa had left early, and the lights were off in the house, making it pitch black. Jing Yu reached out to the wall to feel for the light switch, but before he could touch it, a warm hand grabbed his wrist.
She was stunned for a moment.
The next moment, she was pulled into his arms by a strong force.
Her body crashed into the man's solid embrace, and the air was filled with the smell of alcohol.
"Have you been drinking?" she asked, becoming more certain of something. He had not touched cigarettes or alcohol for a long time, but tonight was an exception.
"Why haven't you slept yet?" he asked instead of answering.
"I can't sleep, I want to go downstairs and get a glass of water."
In the dark space, they couldn't see each other's facial features clearly, but the complex and deep emotions in their eyes were so clear that it made people feel a dull pain in their hearts.
"What about you? Why haven't you slept yet?"
Yu Zeyao put his arms around her waist, rubbing his thumbs gently on her waist. He was silent for a long time and only said, "I'm hungry. Can you cook?"
"Yes. But you have to let me turn on the light first. I can't go on like this in the dark."
Yu Zeyao let go of her hand and turned on the lights in the whole room. The light was so bright that she squinted uncomfortably. When she opened her eyes again, she found that he was looking straight at her.
Jing Yu smiled and said, "Mr. Vice President, today is the Spring Festival, but you didn't even have dinner. Isn't that a bit sad?"
"It's not shabby if you cook for yourself."
Jing Yu walked downstairs, turning back to talk to him, "I didn't know how to cook before. Ever since my dad..."
After a slight pause, he continued, "Since my dad's accident, I started learning how to make these. Jinnian always said that my cooking skills were terrible, and I don't seem to have any talent in this area."
"Then let me do it."
"You?" Jing Yu looked at him in surprise.
Then, he really appeared in the kitchen wearing an apron. He usually wore a suit and tie, but now he was wearing a shirt, with his sleeves rolled up and an apron tied around his neck, and it didn't look too funny.
Jing Yu looked at it and felt inexplicably warm.
"I don't recall you ever being in the kitchen."
"Indeed." Yu Zeyao lit the fire smoothly. "I learned these when I was a kid. They are the skills of a boy."
Jing Yu was still surprised. If the servants and housekeeper saw him like this, their eyes would definitely fall out. However, she was deeply skeptical about his skills.
"Will Tong Zi Gong be less reliable than a temporary worker like me?"
Yu Zeyao just gave her a look, very confident.
"You're standing so far away, why don't you come over and help me?" Yu Zeyao opened the refrigerator and looked for something while talking to her. He boiled water on the fire to wash the pot.
Jing Yu stood behind him, tiptoeing to look into the refrigerator, "Is there anything else to eat?"
"What do you want to eat?" He lowered his head and looked at her, "Noodles, porridge, soup? What did you eat in the evening?"
"We just had a quick meal in the hospital tonight. It was fine before, but now I'm a little hungry." Jing Yu reached into the refrigerator from under his arm and took out a few tomatoes. "Take two eggs, and we'll make something simple, tomato and egg drop soup."
Then, she turned to look at him again, "Will you?"
“I haven’t done it, but I can give it a try.”
Jing Yu was looking forward to his finished product, and even searched for a recipe on his phone and put it in front of him. She turned around and went to cook porridge.
The originally quiet kitchen suddenly became lively.
This was the first time that Jingyu had spent the New Year so lonely, and the first time that her father and Jingrong were not around. However, she did not feel lonely, just inexplicably uneasy.
It seemed that all this warmth and happiness would slowly fade away from her life in the blink of an eye.
"What are you daydreaming about?" Yu Zeyao had just poured oil into the pot when he lowered his head and noticed that she was distracted.
Jing Yu was called back by his words. She looked up at him, her eyelashes fluttering, and suddenly stood on tiptoe to kiss his lips. He had drunk tonight, and there was still the taste of alcohol on his lips.
She just kissed him once and then pulled away. However, this small action made the man's eyes tighten and his gaze became hot. He held her chin and pulled her towards him. His thin lips kissed the lips that she had just touched and then pulled away.
He did not retreat as quickly as she did. On the contrary, his lips rubbed against hers, and his alcohol-stained tongue pried open her pearly teeth and played with the wet, hot, and nimble tip of her tongue.
Jing Yu's eyelashes trembled violently, and she was holding the egg in her hand. She hesitated and reminded him twice, but the man took it and put it aside. The next moment, her body was easily lifted up by the man and carried to the glass platform. She gasped, and before she could come to her senses, the man grabbed the back of her head with his big hand, pressed her little face down, and kissed her passionately again.
The kiss was so deep that he sucked her tongue until it became numb. It was as if he wanted to swallow her whole body, including her soul, into his body and completely claim her as his own.
Perhaps it was because the fire next to her was burning all the time, she felt hot and restless.