TMLFDN 53
When Xie Li walked out of the room and downstairs, he saw Jiang Yuying dressed in an outfit she wouldn't normally wear. Low-cut, slim-fitting, high-slit, off-the-shoulder—these attributes were far from her usual gentle and elegant style. But Jiang Yuying had a great figure, and she looked good in this type of outfit.
A figure that even 26-year-old Xie Li couldn't compare to.
Xie Li found Jiang Yuying in a lounge on the first floor. She was reclining in a chaise lounge by the French windows, lying back with her eyes closed, earphones in her ears, listening to music. The room was dimly lit, creating a conducive environment for relaxation. It seemed that the more than ten hours of plane travel had been uncomfortable for both Xie Li and Jiang Yuying.
She was lying on the chaise lounge, probably not asleep, as her legs were bent and stretched out alternately. Her female secretary, who accompanied her, was painting her toenails red. When she saw Xie Li coming over, the secretary was about to call out, but Xie Li suddenly gestured for her to be quiet.
The secretary understood and remained silent.
Xie Li approached and saw the female secretary painting Jiang Yuying's toenails red. As the wife of a wealthy family, Jiang Yuying's main focus, aside from tending to her husband and children, was self-care. Her feet were well-maintained, with neatly trimmed round nails, not a hint of calluses on her soles.
Combined with the high-slit white skirt she wore today and the posture of her legs, her snow-white thighs were particularly eye-catching. And Jiang Yuying's legs weren't skinny; they had some flesh and curves, but not to the point of being chubby. It was truly what people often referred to in bullet comments: "legs that mesmerize."
Xie Li felt a bit envious, but as a pseudo-man, his envy was directed at himself.
Looking at the foot where the nail polish had been applied, the contrast between the red nail polish and the white skin made it all the more sensual.
Xie Li felt a bit itchy to try it himself.
There was a time when Xie Li was quite skilled at applying nail polish. During college, he had won unanimous praise from his dormitory mates. But now, if he were to apply nail polish to himself, his entire image would probably collapse. It's okay; although he couldn't apply nail polish to himself, he could do it for his wife.
Xie Li waved for the secretary to step aside and took over the task of painting the toenails. The nail polish, worthy of a wealthy lady, seemed to have been treated in some way. It had none of the usual unpleasant odor that nail polish usually had; instead, it carried a hint of rose essential oil.
Xie Li didn't know how this nail polish was made, but in any case, it must be quite expensive.
He picked up the nail polish, dabbed the small brush on the mouth of the bottle, and after adjusting to its viscosity, carefully applied the nail polish to the remaining three toes, launching an attack.
Xie Li was very careful in his movements, but as soon as he touched Jiang Yuying's foot, she flinched, then propped up her upper body and opened her eyes to look at him.
The two of them looked at each other in silence, feeling a bit awkward for a moment. After a moment of silence, Xie Li was the first to break it. "I just wanted to try..." Jiang Yuying couldn't help but laugh, then said, "Well, go ahead and try." As she spoke, she took off her earphones and sat up straight.
Her actions left Xie Li at a loss for what to do. He was afraid that if he painted the nail polish too well, Jiang Yuying would notice something was amiss, but he was also afraid of ruining his reputation if he didn't do it well.
In this state of mind, Xie Li successfully ruined his reputation.
He—painted it—outside!
Under the watchful eyes of Xie Li, Jiang Yuying, and the female secretary, the nail polish that had been painted outside looked a bit too glaring. The secretary acted quickly, swiftly pulling out alcohol wipes and handing them to Xie Li. Xie Li wanted to pretend nothing had happened, but his furrowed brows betrayed how unwilling he was.
He took the alcohol wipes and wiped away the traces of nail polish that had been painted outside, then satisfactorily put down Jiang Yuying's foot.
The subsequent work was done by the female secretary. She looked at the nail polish Xie Li had applied and sincerely praised, "Madam, Mr. Xie did a pretty good job."
Jiang Yuying, with her legs crossed and her neck stretched out, looked at them and said, "Indeed." The secretary glanced at the boss she served, feeling like her mouth was about to split to the back of her head. But then again, at almost forty years old, if her husband still painted her toenails, who wouldn't be happy?
While they were discussing, Xie Li wandered into the dining room. The steward of the villa had been waiting there, and when he saw Xie Li, he hurried forward to greet him, "Sir, are you hungry?"
"..."
Wasn't this speaking nonsense with his eyes open? If he wasn't hungry, could he have come to the dining room?
Fortunately, the steward quickly remedied, "Because you just woke up not long ago, Madam ordered the kitchen to prepare some easily digestible food. Currently, there is porridge, noodles, and some local specialties. What would you like to eat?"
Xie Li, upon hearing this, did feel like eating something, but it was different from what the steward had listed: "I want stir-fried rice noodles." The steward was a bit taken aback when he heard this, and he repeated,
"Stir-fried rice noodles?"
"Yes, stir-fried rice noodles."
As a butler, the steward could only express his understanding and went to the kitchen. The other servants weren't idle either; they served some appetizers and warm water first. Most countries didn't have the habit of drinking hot water, but as a private island owned by a Chinese person, most of the staff were Chinese, so it was natural for them to have this habit.
