Fated to My Billionaire Husband

Her grandfather had always treated her very well.

She nodded, “I will keep the old master company today, but I won’t stay overnight.”

Seeing her agreeing, the servant immediately beamed with joy, “Then you can go back at night, and we will arrange a driver to take you home. Miss Jian, please go and take a shower in the bathroom. We’ve kept all your clothes from before. I will go and get your clothes right away.”

With that, she opened the door to her former bedroom and gestured for her to go into the bathroom to take a shower.

Jian Yufei stood in the doorway without entering, “No need for a shower. Just bring me the clothes. I will change into them directly.”

“Rest assured, Miss Jian. The young master has moved back to his own villa and hasn’t been home recently. I think you should take a shower, your inner and outer pants are dirty.”

Jian Yufei was wearing two pairs of pants.

The inside pair was thin cotton long underwear and the outer pair was jeans. Half a bowl of pumpkin soup had spilled on her pants, the inner pair was indeed dirty.

The part of her thigh where the soup had spilled was sticky and needed to be cleaned.

“Alright, bring the clothes quickly then. I just need to rinse off.”

“Alright, I will bring them right away,” the servant smiled and left.

Jian Yufei entered her former nuptial room, but she didn’t look around at the familiar things in the room.

She opened the bathroom door and started to undress. However, she only took off her pants, wet a piece of paper towel and wiped clean the dirty spots on her legs.

She had removed her jacket already, the temperature inside the bathroom was high so she didn’t feel cold wearing just a long knitted top.

The knitted top was long enough to cover her thighs like a mini dress, making her feel less like she was without pants.

Ruan Tianling was called back by his grandfather’s phone call. His slender figure entered the living room and he asked one of the servants, “Where is the old master?”

“Young Master, the old master is ill and resting. But the young mistress has returned. She’s upstairs.”

Young mistress? As in, Jian Yufei?

Ruan Tianling frowned. The servant suddenly realized his mistake, “I apologize Young Master, not the Young Mistress, but Miss Jian.”

“What is she doing here?” he asked coldly.

“The old master wasn’t feeling well and wanted to have the pumpkin soup she makes, so he called her.”

“You said she’s upstairs?”

“Yes.”

A thoughtful look passed through Ruan Tianling’s eyes. He didn’t ask any more questions and walked towards the stairs.

He didn’t understand what she was doing upstairs but went straight back to their former bedroom.

He thought that perhaps she had come to retrieve something. But all her belongings had been handed over to the maid for disposal, so there was nothing of hers in the bedroom.

Upon opening the bedroom door, Ruan Tianling found the room to be empty.

The bedding on the luxurious bed was neatly arranged, with no signs of disturbance.

It seemed she hadn’t touched anything in the room.

As he walked in, wondering where she had gone, he noticed someone in the bathroom.

The bathroom door was made of intricately patterned glass. From the outside, you couldn’t see the person inside clearly, but you could see a vague silhouette.