bookrebus Chapter 411 Is the bathroom more comfortable or the balcony?
Chapter 411 Is the bathroom more comfortable or the balcony?
The bigwigs stood up expressionlessly and each picked up their handbags or coats.
Their young, beautiful female companions, who had been keeping quiet all along, also rushed to follow, as if granted a pardon.
The luxurious hall was soon deserted.
All that remained were a mess of ashtrays, leftover expensive liquor, and the lingering scent of failure, scheming, and a cold, bloody smell of the future in the air.
Cao Yunji stood there, the "grateful" smile on his face slowly disappearing, his eyes becoming sinister and complicated.
He stared at the unsightly photo of Ye Fan on his phone, his fingers unconsciously tightening until his knuckles turned white.
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Night falls and the city lights begin to twinkle.
Old Li drove his Maybach and took Ye Fan and Miao Zi back to Jiangwan City.
We drove into the tranquil and luxurious Jiangwan City residential community.
The noise outside the car window was shut out, and soothing music flowed inside, perfectly complementing the relaxed mood of the two. The thrilling and fruitful day had settled into a sense of tranquility and contentment.
Back in the top-floor duplex, warm yellow lights automatically illuminate the expansive river view through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Miao Zi habitually took off her coat and put on soft-soled slippers at home, her movements gentle and fluid.
Without pausing for a moment, she went straight to the open kitchen, took the simple cotton and linen apron from the cabinet, and skillfully tied it.
The blue flames of the stove burst into flame with a "whoosh," and the soft clatter of pots and pans created the most comforting atmosphere of home cooking in this luxurious space.
"Eating at home today?" Ye Fan's voice was filled with laughter.
"Hmm, I'll make something simple." Miao Zi didn't even look up, focusing intently on washing the vibrant green vegetable leaves, the water gushing out. "Let's celebrate."
Her celebrations were always so quiet and genuine.
Ye Fan nodded with a smile, tacitly understanding this unspoken agreement.
He strolled to the spacious balcony overlooking the river, where he skillfully boiled water, warmed the cups, and rinsed the tea.
The rich aroma of top-grade Jin Jun Mei tea wafted gently in the night breeze.
He leaned back lazily in the comfortable recliner, holding a cup in one hand, his gaze lingering on the view outside the window.
Below, the Yangtze River flows like a ribbon of black jade, shimmering with starlight, while the neon lights of the CBD on the opposite bank outline a bustling skyline.
A gentle evening breeze caresses the face, and the aroma of tea permeates the air. This sense of ease after victory is more intoxicating than any boisterous celebration.
In the kitchen, the rhythmic stirring of the spatula is light and melodious, the ingredients sizzling in the hot oil, releasing an enticing aroma that gradually fills the entire space.
Miao Zi's focused figure busily working under the warm light resembled a tranquil and beautiful painting.
About half an hour later.
"Husband, dinner's ready." Miao Zi's cool voice rang out from the balcony door, neither too loud nor too soft, just enough to penetrate the aroma of tea.
Ye Fan put down his teacup and stood up.
On the long table in the restaurant, there were three dishes and a soup.
A plate of stir-fried seasonal vegetables was vibrant and juicy, a plate of braised pork ribs was tempting in color, a plate of boiled shrimp was crystal clear, and a bowl of steaming mushroom and chicken soup was also available.
The bowls and chopsticks were already set out, and the rice emitted a warm, pleasant aroma.
Simple, yet thoughtfully designed.
The two sat facing each other, quietly enjoying their dinner.
There were no many words, only the soft clinking of bowls and chopsticks, and the warmth that flowed when their eyes met.
The day's thrills seemed to be soothed and calmed by the comforting taste of home.
After the meal, the dishes were left on the table.
Ye Fan looked at Miao Zi, who was tidying up the kitchen counter, and his smile deepened.
He stood up, walked a few steps behind her, and without saying a word, swept her into his arms in a strong princess carry.
"Ah!" Miao Zi gasped softly, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck, a barely perceptible blush spreading across her cool face. "The dishes aren't washed yet..."
"We'll talk about it tomorrow." Ye Fan picked her up and strode towards the master bedroom's bathroom. "Let's wash off this 'money smell' first."
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Master bedroom bathroom.
Huge floor-to-ceiling windows reflect the dazzling night view of Jiangcheng. Inside the frosted glass partition, steaming heat rises slowly, blurring and ambiguous all the outlines.
Warm water, like fine rain, cascades down from the overhead shower, washing over the body and soothing the nerves that have been tense all day.
Water droplets slid down Miao Zi's smooth skin, outlining breathtaking curves. She squeezed some shower gel with a faint lemongrass scent into her palm, and the delicate foam spread out in her hands.
She moved closer to Ye Fan, her slender fingers carrying warm foam, gently and slowly applying and massaging it onto his broad back.
As my fingertips traced the firm muscle lines, a series of subtle, tingling sensations, like electric currents, washed over me.
Ye Fan sighed comfortably, closing his eyes to enjoy the ultimate relaxation and intimacy.
He suddenly opened his eyes, looked down at Miao Zi, who was so close to him, her cheeks flushed from the steam and her eyes hazy, and a wicked smile appeared on his lips: "Wife."
His deep voice sounded particularly magnetic amidst the sound of water: "Do you feel more comfortable now, or when you were looking at the night view from the balcony last time?"
Miao Zi paused slightly as she applied the ointment, her cheeks instantly turning even redder, like a ripe peach.
She gave him a reproachful glare, her gaze more of a shy invitation than a reproach: "It's...it's all comfortable."
The sound was so faint it was almost drowned out by the sound of the flowing water.
"Hahahaha!" Ye Fan was amused by her reaction and burst into laughter. He pulled her soft and smooth body into his arms even tighter.
The water flowed over their pressed bodies, and the foam slid between their skin, creating a wonderful, heart-pounding sensation.
"Ah, honey..." Miao Zi gasped softly, struggling slightly as she tried to continue applying the ointment. "Can't we take a proper shower first? Ah! How...how am I supposed to shower like this..."
Her protest sounded weak and powerless, instead carrying a hint of coquettish helplessness.
Ye Fan lowered his head and gently bit her reddened earlobe, his laughter carrying a triumphant slyness and an undeniable domineering air: "It's okay, you'll get used to it!"
In the misty steam, the sound of the showerhead, suppressed breathing, and the occasional soft murmur and laughter intertwined, completely coloring this small space with a beautiful and tender atmosphere.
The myriad lights outside the window became the gentlest backdrop for this intimate moment.
Exhaustion and the smoke of battle were completely washed away at this moment, leaving only the purest warmth and joy that belonged to the two of them.
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Eight o'clock in the morning.
In the master bedroom of the top-floor duplex in Jiangwan City, a few strands of soft morning light peek through the gaps in the curtains.
Ye Fan has a precise biological clock and wakes up on time.
He turned his head to look beside him; Miao Zi was still fast asleep, her breathing even and deep.
Her delicate face appeared exceptionally serene in the morning light, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow beneath her eyes. The passion of the previous night and the accumulated fatigue from a week of tension had kept her asleep in a deep sleep, undisturbed even by the slightest movement of Ye Fan getting up.