Chapter 274: Jiang Lai only feels nervous when she has feelings for him

"Hand, Ke Zhongyu." Jiang Lai gestured for him to loosen up; the man was like a hand warmer, his grip making her wrist feel hot.

Ke Zhongyu slowly loosened his grip: "Has he been kneeling all this time?"

The man stared at Jiang Lai's expression, afraid to miss even a hint of her emotion.

Jiang Lai glanced outside: "Whether he kneels or not is his business; we still have to move tomorrow."

Ke Zhongyu recalled Mo Yi's words, his voice low as he asked: "What do you think of tragic love?"

Jiang Lai: "A lesson from the past."

Ke Zhongyu exhaled half a breath, the other half still held, staying on guard.

"Go upstairs to rest."

Shen Xun went to get rid of him.

Jiang Lai looked into his eyes, Ke Zhongyu frowned: "You're reluctant?"

Jiang Lai added: "The meaning of 'a lesson from the past' is not to repeat the same mistake."

Ke Zhongyu gave a look that was half-believing, half-doubting.

Jiang Lai: "?"

"What kind of look."

"Go upstairs to rest." Ke Zhongyu gently patted her head twice, like soothing an aloof little cat; after patting, he left without a sound, leaving Jiang Lai standing there dazed.

In the courtyard.

Shen Xun remained kneeling, his gaze anxious as he peered inside, as if Ke Zhongyu could bully Jiang Lai.

The door opened again, and the person who came out was only Ke Zhongyu.

Shen Xun rose to his feet: "Where is Jiang Lai?"

Ke Zhongyu looked at his knees, his gaze icy: "If Jiang Lai doesn't come out, you won't kneel? Just spouting empty words, just putting on a show."

Shen Xun returned an equally icy gaze, filled with intense hostility.

But he couldn't utter a rebuttal to Ke Zhongyu, because he felt guilty toward Jiang Lai, and because as he knelt again, he seemed not to be kneeling to Jiang Lai but to Ke Zhongyu.

Ke Zhongyu: "Get lost."

Shen Xun pressed his lips together: "Ke Zong, you have no right to drive me away, even if you're already with Jiang Lai, you still cannot represent her."

He couldn't help but admit, Ke Zhongyu felt a bit stung by that remark.

He not only couldn't represent Jiang Lai, he wasn't even together with her.

Ke Zhongyu gave a look, and the bodyguards immediately hoisted the person up, threw him out, and locked the black iron gate.

"I cannot represent Jiang Lai, but I can represent myself."

"Seeing you only dirties my eyes."

Shen Xun approached the iron gate, both hands gripping it, eyes red as he glared: "Ke Zhongyu, you won't succeed; Jiang Lai's nature is naturally cold, she's been lonely since childhood, she needs someone who understands cold and warmth, not someone like you, cold-hearted and unfeeling."

"Jiang Lai wasn't without admirers back then, but she chose me..."

"You also know she chose you." Ke Zhongyu's voice heavy: "I, Ke Zhongyu, from the moment I was born, have only ever been myself, never a substitute for anyone else; Jiang Lai likes, and she will only like Ke Zhongyu, not a Ke Zhongyu with Shen Xun's shadow."

"A shadow? You're not even worthy."

Ke Zhongyu warned him: "Try disturbing Jiang Lai's sleep again."

Thinking of Jiang Lai needing to rest, Shen Xun barely managed to hold his tongue.

But Shen Xun lingered, not leaving, standing straight at the doorway, quietly, looking up at the lit room on the second floor.

Shen Xun doesn't leave, and Ke Zhongyu can't leave either.

He feels uneasy.

Mo Yi simply tidied a guest room, but the bathroom wasn't ready in time; her room wasn't suitable for the Young Master to enter, so she suggested: "Young Master, why not ask Miss Jiang?"

Jiang Lai was in the second-floor guest room, which also had its own private bathroom.

Ke Zhongyu came to the door, worried that Jiang Lai was already asleep and knocking would wake her, so he turned to go downstairs.

He could go back tomorrow, take a shower before Jiang Lai wakes up, then come again.

Who knew what the next second would bring.

The door opened from inside.

A shaft of light and shadow streamed from the crack in the door, landing perfectly on Ke Zhongyu's back; his steps paused slightly, and he turned around.

Under the dim yellow light, the man's sharp facial features also carried a hint of softness.

Jiang Lai opened only half the door, standing inside, slightly blocking some light, backlit, so Ke Zhongyu could barely make out her expression.

"Shen Xun hasn't left."

Ke Zhongyu nodded: "Mm."

No wonder Ke Zhongyu stayed behind.

Jiang Lai: "What do you want to tell me?"

As soon as the words fell, her heart suddenly felt a bit nervous.

Ke Zhongyu hadn't noticed yet, and bluntly said: "May I borrow the bathroom to take a shower?"

Although just moments ago he had made a resounding statement in front of Shen Xun, Shen Xun's words still lingered in his mind: Jiang Lai doesn't like cold-hearted, unfeeling people.

"Is it convenient?" he asked, lowering his voice, softening it, seeking Jiang Lai's opinion.

Jiang Lai's fingers curled slightly, she nodded: "Mm, okay."

This time it was actually two characters.

Double affirmation.

Ke Zhongyu felt happy inside, though his expression didn't show it.

Jiang Lai stepped out, gesturing for Ke Zhongyu to enter: "I'm going to find Mo Yi; after you finish washing, come find us."

Ke Zhongyu nodded, watching Jiang Lai's silhouette disappear at the entryway, then he stepped into Jiang Lai's bedroom.

Besides the bed having a full set of blankets, everything else was already clean and tidy.

Ke Zhongyu didn't linger, walked into the bathroom, Jiang Lai's toiletries were still there, neatly arranged.

He stripped off his clothes, turned on the shower, scalding hot water sprayed onto his shoulders, and he quickly stepped to the side.

Scalding pig?

Ke Zhongyu adjusted the temperature, reached out to test the water, and only after it was suitable did he step back in.

Jiang Lai sat on the sofa eating fruit, Mo Yi watched her kindly from beside, worried she wasn't eating enough, and asked if she wanted a late-night snack.

Jiang Lai hurriedly shook her head.

Eat any more and she won't be able to sleep.

But she thought of Ke Zhongyu working overtime and coming back, not knowing whether he had eaten.

"Mo Yi, please make something for Ke Zhongyu."

"Sure!" Mo Yi felt happy whenever she heard Miss Jiang caring for her young master; having shown such care, how far could they still be from being together?

Jiang Lai had eaten enough, then picked up her phone to chat.

Ke Zhongying asked if she wanted to get her nails done; Jiang Lai recalled Shen Xi once showing off her diamond nail art—beautiful, yes, but not very friendly to her work.

Ke Zhongying sent several pictures in a row, saying just do a single color, that nude pink shade, hardly noticeable.

Jiang Lai said she'd think about it.

"Jiang Lai sis, just come along with me, please please~"

The external audio Jiang Lai selected played.

Just after finishing his shower and coming downstairs, Ke Zhongyu heard his sister making that annoying noise again.

"What is she asking you for again?"

Jiang Lai looked up at the sound; Ke Zhongyu's hair was still wet, droplets falling from the tips, leaving several wet streaks on his white shirt.

He wore only a white shirt and trousers, broad shoulders and narrow waist, long straight legs; even in slippers he gave the impression of walking the red carpet in dress shoes, his chest muscles faintly visible as he walked.

Jiang Lai had hardly ever seen male beauty.

Even after four years of marriage.

She is platonic, Shen Xun fools around.

Ke Zhongyu came up to Jiang Lai; as he approached, a wave of heat hit her face, she slightly shifted her buttocks back, sitting up very straight.

She was nervous.

Nervousness is a feeling.

Jiang Lai would only feel nervous if she had feelings for him.

Thinking this, Ke Zhongyu's lips curled slightly, he lowered his head and bent forward to get closer to her, one hand reaching toward her side.

From afar, Ke Zhongyu looked like he was embracing Jiang Lai.

Mo Yi came out of the kitchen, saw this scene, and immediately pulled her feet back.

Emergency retreat.

Neither of them noticed.

Jiang Lai swallowed, her cheeks warming slightly.

"Ke Zhongyu..." she noticed her throat was still a bit dry.

"Hmm?" the man's voice low and magnetic, with a hint of hoarseness.