Sweet Wife Arrives: Mr. CEO, Please Pamper Me-Chapter 717: V587: Love is supporting each other in difficult times, love is sweetness heating up. [88] 2000
Waking up the next day.
Shen Funni felt as if her whole body had fallen apart. Originally, it was just her ankles that hurt, but now every part from head to toe ached. Shaking her head, she saw He Qimo across from her, holding her in his arms and smiling at her.
Neither of them had a stitch of clothing on, feeling his smooth skin, his warm body. Shen Funni blushed and pushed him slightly in defiance, "What are you laughing at?"
He Qimo laughed and tightened his embrace, kissing along the line of her lips, "Can you get out of bed?"
These words immediately brought Shen Funni back to four in the morning, when she finally couldn’t hold on anymore and begged him for mercy. Only after his hurried release did he relent.
At this moment, her cheeks seemed to burn bright red as she held her breath and said, "My feet hurt, it’s hard to get up."
This excuse made He Qimo’s charmingly cold face break into a light, mocking laugh.
He lowered his head, burrowed into the blankets, causing Shen Funni to scream, as she hurriedly pushed at his head.
From her chest all the way down to her lower belly, and along her thighs, he left sucking kiss marks, prompting Shen Funni to hurriedly exclaim, "Ah, you’re at it again, I’ll call the police!"
Only then did he, with a smirk, get up to wash, amidst Shen Funni’s glaring eyes.
This kind of cold-hearted mischief truly left Shen Funni feeling tingly all over, a side of He Qimo she had never seen before.
Yet, this sweetness awaited for ten years, indescribable.
Hugging the quilt, she smiled with curled lips.
Watching his tall figure move away, she used the morning light to finally see the bedroom clearly that she couldn’t make out last night.
Surprisingly, she noticed that this bedroom was stripped down to a neutral, cold decor, in simple blue-gray tones, not different from any other guestroom.
Including when she had just moved into the He Mansion, once deliberately picking a fight with He Qimo and escaping to this room, which had infuriated him.
Back then, she could still see the cozy decorations reminiscent of Qiu Zhixuan, as well as their wedding photos that once seared her heart with pain.
Now, it’s all empty...
And the quilt she held was actually...steel gray plaid.
With her heart rippling slightly, in that moment, last night’s confession from He Qimo didn’t make her upset, nor did their eventual union. Instead, it was He Qimo’s silent changes—never telling her—that touched her heart.
She couldn’t help but feel moved, a tear or two welling up in her eyes in the solitude of the morning.
...
When He Qimo finished washing up, he carried her to bathe and cleanse her body.
Afterward, he dried her off, placed the hairdryer by the bed, and said to her, "I need to go to the company today; there’s a meeting. Stay home with our son. I’ll get you a few more days off from the production crew."
Given Shen Funni’s series of twisted ankles, a bruised forehead, and her inability to walk properly, it was impossible for her to film.
A few days ago, when He Qimo brought her back to the He Mansion, he had coldly informed the crew on her behalf.
But back then, it was more of a coercion, unlike now...
Had he started to respect her work and environment, learning to do so?
Shen Funni said nothing, instead using her lively big eyes to watch He Qimo while drying her hair with the blow dryer.
Shen Funni’s gaze could speak volumes.
And so, when she expressed herself strongly.
He Qimo, guessing her inner thoughts, awkwardly rubbed his nose as if he’d been seen through, "Ahem." He coughed twice before squeezing out, "If you don’t say anything, I’ll take it as your agreement." He turned and left.
This kind of He Qimo really made Shen Funni smile with her eyes curved.
So, the moment the door closed, she couldn’t help but burst into laughter, her almond-shaped eyes turning into crescent moons.
However, outside the door, hearing her unrestrained laughter, He Qimo’s face turned bright red with embarrassment, somewhat unable to hold it in...
This woman!
He Qimo couldn’t help but shake his head, smirk a bit, and head downstairs, grabbing the car keys before leaving the villa.
Just...
He Qimo’s usual way of walking, the whole family was used to it; steady and cool, sometimes silent like a cat, sometimes imposing like a tiger.
But never like this...
Zhou Huimei was flipping an omelet for her grandson, surprised to see her son.
The maid beside her asked quietly with suspicion, "Ma’am, is Mr. walking lightly?"
Zhou Huimei looked at the maid, equally puzzled, merely recalling occasional screams last night. She thought it was another quarrel between the two, but now witnessing...
She paused, and a strong burnt smell wafted over.
Zhou Huimei looked at the pan and shouted, "Ah! My omelet!"
In an instant, the maid, Zhou Huimei, and the housemaids all quickly gathered to clean up, bustling around in a frenzy.
...
Upstairs, Shen Funni had no idea He Qimo had already revealed clues in front of everyone.
She was just thinking about everything that happened last night, somewhat incredulous at the fact that He Qimo truly liked her, smiling again and again to the point of silly grins, even getting her hair caught in the blow dryer several times before she finally realized that she really becomes silly the moment she’s with He Qimo.
But if silly, then silly it is. After all, what could be happier than two silly people being together?
Thinking about how Qiu Zhixuan told her yesterday that He Qimo once bought her an engagement ring.
And the fact that He Qimo would be at the company for meetings today, not at home.
An idea bubbled up instantly in her head.
Smiling, she got out of bed and slipped on her shoes.
Just a couple of days ago, she still carried a queen-like demeanor, complaining about her sore feet, mocking He Qimo’s actions.
Today, she didn’t mind her sore feet one bit, even feeling she could run a marathon, as she began searching through drawers, safes, and jewelry boxes in various bedrooms for that ring.
Moreover, her technique...
Quick and nimble, flipping through seamlessly, closing without a trace.
If He Qimo could see this, he’d surely think a thief had come to the house.
Having found nothing in this room, she changed rooms.
But when she snuck into the room where she used to sleep with He Yunshen, believing Little Hetao hadn’t woken up yet and she could search well for a token of love.
Upon entering, she saw Little Hetao happily playing with his little feet, clutching an iPad in his arms.
Normally, the little guy would occasionally sip from a bottle watching cartoons after getting up, not uncommon.
But for some reason, she felt guilty, or maybe her son’s expression seemed odd today, making her feel a chill down her spine.
And in the next moment, as if confirming her suspicion.
He Yunshen took a sip from the bottle, looked at her, and suddenly his dark eyes gleamed with a sly glow, naively chuckling, "Mommy, where did you and Daddy go last night?"
