124 Shower

"Well, we're getting there anyway." She looked away.

He couldn't help but smile at that.

Ying Yue glanced briefly at his topless state and couldn't help but think of how it would feel like to touch those perfectly-defined abs of his. She suddenly felt like she would probably scream in giddiness like a high school girl if she did just that -- at least, she hoped not. "I don't have male clothes lying around so go take a bath while I finish washing up your shirt."

"Wait--," he tugged at her arm. She stopped and turned back see him scratching his head adorably, like a lost little puppy amidst the neutral tones of her bedroom.

"What?"

"Last night… I apologize for coming here and letting you deal with me like that. I don't normally drink to the point of intoxication." He pursed his lips and glanced at her worriedly.

She rolled her eyes at him. "I'm your secretary. I know that much."

"Well--"

"Hold up," Ying Yue held up a hand in front of him. "Go shower before you talk to me about anything else. You're making my sheets smell like whiskey."

"But--"

"Shower." She left the room, bringing along with her his balled-up shirt from the laundry basket in the corner.

Fei Huangjin dipped his nose onto his shoulder and sniffed on himself lightly. Did he really stink that much? He suddenly had a feeling that she was going to be a very bossy wife when they got married.

***

Ying Yue was humming a tune and taking out Fei Huangjin's shirt from the dryer when he crept up from behind. He planted both hands on either side of her and kissed her lightly on the head.

"Can we talk for a while? It's about Su Jianjun."

There was a seriousness to his voice that she caught on right away. "Sure." Ying Yue turned around, only to find a bare-chested Fei Huangjin with a pale pink towel slung around his hips. She became livid. There were several white towels in the bathroom closet. Did he have to use the one she was using? "You used my towel?" She asked incredulously.

His eyebrows shot up at the accusatory tone of her voice. "It was the only one in the bathroom."

"There are towels in the bathroom closet, you shithead!" She hissed exasperatingly. She glanced again at the pale pink towel with a mortified look on her face.

She actually dared to call him shithead? "Why are you upset?"

"Because that's my towel! I'm very, very, very particular about these kinds of things, okay? If you want to marry me, you have to get that into that thick skull of yours."

He blinked at her outburst. Who knew she was actually very anal about her stuff? "Okay. I'm sorry," he replied. He probably shouldn't tell her that he used her toothbrush, too…

A sharp breath blew out from between her lips and she shoved the dry shirt to his chest. "Put some clothes on if you want to talk to me." She stormed to the kitchen, leaving a slightly confused Fei Huangjin there.

It didn't take long for Fei Huangjin to get dressed, striding in to the kitchen looking refreshed, almost as if last night never happened at all. He was once again the CEO of Fei International, not the lost puppy that came running to her door. "Ying Yue," he started.

She had made tea while he dressed, and she sipped on it as she peeked at him from under her lashes. The upsetting memory of her pink towel wrapped around his--his "thing" was still engraved in her head.

"Let's talk about Su Jianjun." There was a cold glint in his eye as he toyed with the collar of his shirt. The topmost button was undone, revealing a sliver of skin on his chest. "What do you know about him?"

The question threw her off guard, not because she didn't expect it, but because it was only then that she realized that she didn't know anything about him other than his name. "Honestly? Not much. Why?"

He frowned, thinking it over for a moment. "For some reason, the Su family has taken over Changsu almost overnight. They're now the major shareholder, prompting Director Chang to retire. My men at Dragon Club are having a hard time finding out what happened, so I'm thinking of tapping into Juyan."

"There's no need." Her eyes shined in both interest and curiosity. Stuff like this were her specialty in Juyan. "You have me."