The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me Chapter 2293 - 2718: Living with Him

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Previously on The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me...
Ye Tianjing pretended to be drunk to get into a car with Zhao Xiao, who was instructed to watch him. After arriving at his apartment, Ye Tianjing revealed he wasn't drunk and asked Zhao Xiao to leave. This encounter caused Ye Tianjing to distance himself from Zhao Xiao, and he seemed to forget the incident.

Due to the persistent rain, his return was slightly delayed. He had initially intended to wait for the downpour to cease, but by nine o’clock, with no sign of the rain letting up, he knew it was time to head home. Upon reaching the entrance of his community, he noticed a figure huddled by the gate, visibly shivering. Feigning ignorance, he proceeded to walk inside. "Tian, Brother Jing." The person’s voice called out to him. The late autumn weather had already turned chilly, and with the rain, it was now exceedingly cold. Ye Tianjing lowered his gaze, observing more closely before recognizing the individual: "Zhao Xiao?" "It’s me." She was exposed to the elements under a streetlamp, without an umbrella, appearing quite dishevelled. Ye Tianjing was unsure of her predicament but, knowing her, he couldn’t simply feign unawareness and turn a blind eye. "Let’s go." He angled his umbrella to shield her and gently guided her inside. Once within the warmth of the house, Ye Tianjing bypassed any questions, instead instructing, "Go take a shower. I’ll make you some ginger tea." "Thank you, Brother Jing." Zhao Xiao lowered her head and made her way to the bathroom. Midway through her shower, a knock sounded at the door. "Sleepwear." Ye Tianjing announced. Zhao Xiao partially opened the door, extending a hand. Ye Tianjing placed the sleepwear into her grasp before retreating. The sleepwear belonged to Ye Ranran; being taller and slimmer, it fit Zhao Xiao in a way that was both long and loose, creating a rather peculiar and slightly amusing appearance. Zhao Xiao surveyed her reflection in the mirror, a frown creasing her brow, before venturing out. "That belongs to Ranran, though she never actually wore it. Just make do for now." Noticing her conflicted expression, Ye Tianjing offered an explanation. "It’s fine; having something is better than nothing." Zhao Xiao waved her hand dismissively. Internally, however, she was quite displeased, finding the sleepwear unattractive and ill-suited to her. Once she was truly with him, she resolved to replace it. She subtly surveyed the apartment and inquired, "Brother Jing, is this place yours? The decorations are truly lovely." "It’s not mine; Ranran lent it to me." Ye Tianjing replied, not looking up. Did it really make a difference? What was Ye Ranran’s was essentially his. Considering Ye Ranran’s immense wealth, she likely wouldn’t even notice a house. Once he had resided here for a period, it would naturally become his. The ginger tea was soon prepared, and Ye Tianjing brought it over: "Come, have some ginger tea." "Thank you, Brother Jing." Zhao Xiao’s cheeks flushed. "No one has ever treated me this kindly before." Ye Tianjing acted as though he hadn’t heard, his expression one of continued indifference. Zhao Xiao remained unsure of what to say, quietly sipping the warm beverage. After she finished, Ye Tianjing proceeded to clean the dishes, while Zhao Xiao observed him silently. His ability to cook significantly enhanced Zhao Xiao’s impression of Ye Tianjing. In this day and age, a capable, considerate man who could also handle domestic chores was a rare find. "Call your family and ask them to come pick you up." Ye Tianjing stated as he emerged from the kitchen. Zhao Xiao stared at him, incredulous: "Brother Jing, what did you just say?" "Ask your family to pick you up. Unless, perhaps, you intend to stay with me?" Ye Tianjing regarded her as if she were an exotic specimen. Having endured all this to get here, surely she wasn't contemplating moving in? Meeting Ye Tianjing’s scrutinizing gaze, Zhao Xiao felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. She lowered her head and began to sob softly, "Brother Jing, aren’t you even going to ask what happened?" "Is it any of my concern?" His simple question left Zhao Xiao utterly speechless.