My Beautiful Love Chapter 27
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Wan Jia's brain was foggy. She knew exactly what he was trying to do. She really wanted to stop him but her body seemed to have a brain of its own. Her heart raced faster than it ever had.
The cool addictive scent of his cologne became even clearer as the distance between them became thinner. He held her slim waist with one arm and pulled her even closer. Their lips were now less than a centimeter apart. Wan Jia's eyes were closed as her lips parted slightly in anticipation. Their lips touched slightly...
"Mommy, Mommy! How could you leave Little Jia alone? Little Jia is scared."
From somewhere, a whine interrupted the mood as a weak knock sounded on the door. Wan Jia reorganized her thoughts and pulled herself out of Lu Aotian's embrace awkwardly.
"I'm coming, baby." She was glad Little Jia didn't just barge into the room as she would have expected. So she even knew that entering people's room without knocking was disrespectful...
Turned out having Lu Aotian for a father wasn't such a bad thing after all.
Lu Aotian who had fallen out of favor in less than two days was speechless.
Wan Jia opened the door in slight embarassment.
The little girl wanted to speak but suddenly stopped and looked at the two of them curiously. She blinked at her mother then at her father. "Did Mommy and Daddy become friends?" She asked with her head tilted.
Indeed according to three year old logic, if people were not friends then they would not spend time together.
Wait that wasn't the main point. She even remembered the random excuse Wan Jia had thrown her way? What kind of memory was this?
No need to ask. It was quite obvious who she had inherited it from. Wan Jia was about to say something when Lu Aotian beat her to it. "Mommy is Daddy's wife. Of course we would be friends."
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Wan Jia glared at him. Misleading a three year old. Is there anyone more shameless than him on earth?
After dinner, Wan Jia coaxed Little Jia to sleep before going into her own room. She lay in bed as she thought about the meeting she would have with the foreign designer in less than fourty eight hours. A whole day had passed and she hadn't managed to come up with any new theme. What would she show to her mentor? While worrying about this, she drifted off to sleep.
In her dream, she some heard voices from her past. "Don't call me Mother. I'm not your mother!" "Don't ever look for us and don't ever come back here."
"Go look for your own father and stop clinging onto me"
"Wanwan, this deal will change your life forever."
"Was I wrong? Wasn't your life changed after all?"
She bolted awake. The day she met Yun Xuan, her life had indeed changed. Yun Xuan suddenly went missing and left her with full responsibility of everything, especially her studio. She was faced with the challenge of handling things like someone four years older than she really was. She found it extremely difficult at first but with the help of Lu Aotian she got used to it and became even slightly better than Yun Xuan herself. Even when Lu Aotian enrolled her into school, she managed to balance both school and work like a mature person. The way she handled the studio's management surprised even herself. It was as if she had become a completely different person.
She suddenly found a theme! Wan Jia bolted out of bed and started sketching on plain pieces of paper. Such was the life of a designer. They get inspiration anywhere, at any time and when least expect. They naturally won't wait for a second before putting it down. It wouldn't be as perfect as it should be if they were to procrastinate it.
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By the time Wan Jia was done with her sketches, the sun was almost rising. She looked at her eight finished sketches and smiled in satisfaction. She put them away and got into bed to catch on some sleep before Little Jia woke up.
Yet just before she closed her eyes, she heard a knock.
"Do you want to die?" she groaned.
Lu Aotian laughed and opened the door.
"What do you want?" She asked in an irritated sleepy tone.
"Heh...what I want?You better not find out."
This man was even flirting... "Speak or leave...." she threw a pillow at him weakly and rolled over lazily to sleep on her belly.
"I need to talk to you about some things, but I am going to the office right now. Come to my office later okay?"
"Wanwan?"
She had really fallen asleep. Lu Aotian looked at her and chuckled at his naughty plans as he walked closer to her.
"Aaah!" Wan Jia woke up with a start. "Lu Aotian you bastard! How could you spank me? You shameless hooligan! So so shameless!" She glared at the man who was currently sitting on her bed.
"Blame it on your backside for sticking out." He smiled.
He even has the guts to smile! Wan Jia was so angry she could puke blood. "Can't you look elsewhere? Don't you have any shame?"
"Haven't hooligans always been shameless?"
"I don't want to argue with you. I've been up all night... I...am...so...slee..py" she yawned. The next second, her head dropped on his lap. Lu Aotian saw her dark eyebags. So she really had stayed up all night. What was she doing? Lu Aotian fixed the hair sticking onto her adorable sleeping face and caressed her lovely cheeks. It had been so long since he last watched her sleep like this. He didn't move and let her sleep peacefully, just watching her baby-like appearance.
She looked exactly like a pure innocent angel when asleep. It was really hard to link her to the demoness she was when awake. Only when the girl shuffled uncomfortably did he place her in bed properly.
"Aotian..." she softly called out and tugged his sleeve subconciously.
"Go to sleep. I'm right here." He kissed her forehead.
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