Flash Marriage, Deep Love-Chapter 40: The Four Young Masters Are Acting Abnormally

What about Shen Lingxing? He was the one who received the gift; he must have seen the card already, right? What would he think?

Sigh, so annoying!

Mi Jing stomped her foot in frustration. Seeing the elevator about to close, she hurriedly pressed the button and quickly stepped out.

Upon entering the room again, Shen Lingxing had changed positions. He was now leisurely sitting on the sofa watching TV. Mi Jing looked at his profile, thought for a moment, and decided to clarify things with him.

"I feel the need to explain to you that I have absolutely no relationship with the person who sent the flowers, so please don’t misunderstand." Mi Jing blurted out without caring whether Shen Lingxing was listening, and after saying it, she felt a weight lift off her shoulders.

"There’s still a box." Shen Lingxing glanced coldly at the box on the coffee table, finding it an eyesore, and reminded Mi Jing.

"Huh?" Mi Jing didn’t quite understand what Shen Lingxing meant.

"That box is also from the person who sent the flowers."

Hearing this, Mi Jing’s eyes widened slightly as she followed Shen Lingxing’s gaze to the box on the coffee table.

Macarons, her favorite?

A look of surprise flashed in Mi Jing’s eyes, but when she thought about the fact that the box was from Han Xiujie, the happiness on her face immediately vanished, and her sparkling eyes dimmed. Without hesitation, she tossed the box into the trash can, letting it accompany the shredded card she had just thrown away.

Shen Lingxing appeared to be focused on the TV, but he watched Mi Jing’s every expression out of the corner of his eye. The moment he saw her initial look of happiness, his thick eyebrows furrowed, and his face turned cold. It wasn’t until she threw the box away that his expression returned to normal.

"Why is your phone turned off?"

"I’m going to take a shower."

Their voices overlapped almost simultaneously, one hard and one soft, echoing in the large space and around their ears.

Mi Jing paused for a moment, then saw Shen Lingxing looking at her. She smiled slightly and asked, "I turned it off because of an important matter. Do you need something?"

"Grandma invited us to have dinner at home tomorrow night." free𝑤ebnovel.com

"Oh, okay, I’m free." After speaking, Mi Jing fell silent for a moment before asking, "What do your family like?"

Mi Jing thought, since it was her first time visiting his family, out of courtesy, she should prepare something for the visit.

"I’ll prepare everything. Go on up; you’re tired and should get some rest." Shen Lingxing noticed the faint exhaustion on Mi Jing’s face and, without saying much, simply told her to go and rest.

After a day of running around, Mi Jing was indeed exhausted. She took a shower and then climbed into bed, falling asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow. She slept so deeply that, unlike her usual light sleep, she wasn’t even aware of a pair of dark eyes staring at her.

Only a bedside lamp was on in the room, casting a warm orange light. Shen Lingxing watched Mi Jing’s sleeping face intently, his gaze soft and filled with emotion as he carefully observed her eyebrows, nose, and mouth, as if trying to imprint her image into his mind.

Since bringing home that bouquet of roses, Shen Lingxing had been holding back an inexplicable emotion, unable to stop himself from guessing what kind of relationship Mi Jing had with the man who sent the flowers. These thoughts disturbed the calmness of his heart.

When Mi Jing came back and he saw her dark expression after reading the card, he felt a sense of relief, along with the inexplicable emotion in his heart disappearing, replaced by a faint sense of joy. But that joy only lasted a moment. When he saw the look of surprise on Mi Jing’s face upon seeing the box, his joy disappeared, and he suddenly felt very stifled. Not only did he find the box an eyesore, but the fact that another man was coveting his wife made him even more displeased!

These unusual emotions forced Shen Lingxing to reflect deeply. What was going on with him?

He soon found the answer.

The only answer was that he had fallen for Mi Jing.

But he couldn’t figure out when he started liking her. Was it the first time she asked him to pretend to be her boyfriend, or when he saw her bright smile? Was it when he kissed her, or when she cooked dinner and brought lunch to him?

Those moments flashed clearly in his mind, and he could even recall the dialogues clearly, yet he couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment he fell for her.

But, it wasn’t important. Perhaps the beginning of a relationship often happens inexplicably. Since he couldn’t figure it out, he decided not to stress over it, because the important thing was that he had indeed fallen for her and genuinely liked his wife.

The night was quiet. Shen Lingxing lowered his head and gently kissed Mi Jing’s brows, then extended his arms and softly pulled her into his embrace, holding her gently as they drifted into sleep.

The next day, Mi Jing woke up in a warm and firm embrace. As she lifted her head, she saw Shen Lingxing’s chiseled jawline, and the strong, pleasant scent of masculinity filled her senses, instantly waking her from her sleepy state.

How did she end up sleeping in Shen Lingxing’s arms?

Mi Jing was secretly surprised and a little puzzled.

Based on her observations and the facts from the past few days, both she and Shen Lingxing had pretty good sleeping postures. Typically, they woke up in the same position they fell asleep in, separated by a distance of twenty or thirty centimeters. So why was today an exception?

Fearing she would wake Shen Lingxing, Mi Jing didn’t dare to make any large movements. She gently lifted her head, glanced at the arm draped across her waist, and then lay back down quietly.

Staring at the ceiling, Mi Jing’s eyes darted around as she thought, if she woke Shen Lingxing now, it would surely be awkward. So, she opted to close her eyes and continue sleeping, waiting until he got up so she would be "free."

She hadn’t had a proper lie-in for days. Despite sleeping so intimately with Shen Lingxing feeling a bit unusual, it wasn’t particularly uncomfortable. Sleepiness soon swept over her again, and Mi Jing quickly slipped back into slumber.

When she woke again, Mi Jing was surprised to find that Shen Lingxing, who usually rose early, was still in bed, his arm still around her waist. What was wrong with him today?

Mi Jing’s internal clock was usually spot on. The first time she woke was around seven in the morning, and having slept again, it must be past nine now, right?

However, she wasn’t in a rush to go out today. Li Bao’er had returned from her trip yesterday and was looking after the café, so it didn’t matter whether Mi Jing went in or not. But Shen Lingxing...Was he on leave today or did he have to go to work? If he kept sleeping, wouldn’t it affect his job? After all, his work involved saving lives. Any mishap could be life-threatening!

After some thought, Mi Jing decided not to worry about whether waking Shen Lingxing would be awkward. She bit her lip and reached out to move his arm from her waist. Just as her hand stretched out, his arm suddenly tightened, and she was pulled closer to him, their bodies almost seamlessly pressed together.