Chapter 113: How do you think this bill should be calculated? (2 more updates)
Ning Guiwan’s beautiful eyes widened slightly as she lifted her hand to block the man’s lips, preventing him from coming closer.
Quan Yu looked at her, his deep-brown glazed eyes slightly intense, shedding their usual coldness and indifference, brimming with a faint tenderness.
As their gazes met, Ning Guiwan didn’t say anything, but her refusal was evident.
Quan Yu took the small hand covering his own lips, kissed the delicate fingertips, smiled, and said in a low and gentle voice, "Okay, I won’t force you. When you’re ready, we’ll talk."
Ning Guiwan pulled her hand back, her eyes looking elsewhere, refusing to meet the gaze of the man before her. "There won’t be such a day."
Quan Yu acted as though he hadn’t heard and glanced at his watch. "Auntie Wang is about to arrive. I have some matters to attend to tonight and won’t be able to stay with you. I’ll let Auntie Wang accompany you for your washing up. Get some rest early."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Wang Yanyan hurried through the door, puffing heavily from the run in her bulky down coat. She was well over fifty years of age. "I’m terribly sorry for arriving late!"
Setting down her things and shrugging off her down coat, she said, "Go ahead and head back, sir. It’s alright now that I’m here."
Wang Yanyan was a servant at Quan Yu’s private villa, brought over to take care of Ning Guiwan, as there were times when it was inconvenient for him to be around a hospitalized young woman.
Quan Yu stood up, took the suit hanging on the back of a chair and slipped into it. His slender fingers buttoned it up and straightened the cuffs. Then he picked up his overcoat—a mature man in a suit is at his most charming, commanding, and stylish.
"I appreciate your efforts, Auntie Wang."
"It’s what I should do," Auntie Wang replied with an ample and comfortable smile.