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Chu Yiren finished her yoga practice and stood up lightly, bringing with her a scent of steaming sweat.

"My lady, the bath water is ready for you."

The maid had been waiting there, and when she saw Chu Yiren stand up, she immediately squatted down respectfully and handed her a pair of white Fendi slippers with both hands.

The design of this pair of slippers is simple yet elegant, which complements Chu Yiren's temperament.

Chu Yiren put her feet into soft slippers. Her movements were light and natural, and every gesture was so beautiful and charming.

After putting on her slippers, Chu Yiren left the gym with graceful steps. Every step she took was like walking on a catwalk, exuding a unique charm.

Her figure appeared particularly slender under the light, as if she was a fairy walking out of a classical oil painting.

After returning to the bedroom, Chu Yiren didn't stop at all, she went straight to the bathroom.

Her steps were still graceful, but they revealed a cold aura that made people feel awe.

A maid waiting at the bathroom door first bowed, then respectfully opened the bathroom door and helped Chu Yiren undress and take off her slim yoga clothes.

Chu Yiren gently put one foot into the bathtub, and the warm water, carrying fine bubbles, flowed over her ankles, like millions of pearls gently clustering around her.

As she slowly sat in the water, the scent of rose essential oil mixed with lavender rose up and evaporated into a hazy veil under the warm yellow light.

The dense bubbles stacked up layer upon layer, covering her graceful collarbone and hiding the radiant curves in the snow-white foam. Only the soft undulating outline was vaguely visible, looming in the mist.

The maid walked forward with a silver tray. On the tray was a crystal goblet. The amber drink in the goblet was shaking slightly. It was a special drink carefully prepared with fresh royal jelly, honey and pear juice, with two mint leaves floating on the surface.

"Miss, this is a freshly prepared health drink. You've just done yoga and sweated a lot. Drink some to replenish your energy!" The maid bent over and handed the cup to Chu Yiren. Her voice was so gentle as if she was afraid to disturb the tranquility.

"Okay." Chu Yiren responded and took the cup and took a sip. The sweet fruity aroma spread on the tip of her tongue, mixed with the slightly tipsy feeling of sparkling water, making her squint her eyes unconsciously.

The phonograph in the corner of the bathroom was playing Chopin's nocturne, and the piano sounds poured down like moonlight, rippling along with the tiny ripples on the water.

Chu Yiren lazily leaned her head on the edge of the bathtub, water droplets slid down the ends of her hair and gathered into a crystal stream at her collarbone.

The warm water flowed over the waist, and bubbles burst from time to time, making slight sounds.

Chu Yiren's slender legs were faintly visible in the water, and her white jade-like skin looked even more delicate against the backdrop of the bubbles.

She held the goblet in one hand and gently stirred the water with the other, watching the bubbles dancing on her fingertips. She was completely immersed in this moment of comfort, as if the whole world had quieted down.

The mist filled the gilded carved bathtub. The female masseuse, dressed in a moon-white brocade cheongsam, knelt with her knees bent, sitting on a low stool covered with a Persian velvet carpet.

She soaked her hands in warm rose water, and the slightly warm temperature of her fingertips slowly touched the back of Chu Yiren's neck. She accurately found the tight acupuncture points and rubbed and pressed them with just the right force.

Chu Yiren soaked in the bathtub relaxedly with her neck half tilted back, enjoying the luxury of a bath and massage like an empress.

The masseuse lowered her eyes and focused. Each movement of her knuckles was rhythmic and comfortable. From the trapezius muscle to the shoulder blade, her palms moved with an invisible force that seemed to crush all fatigue.

"Miss, would you like to increase the strength?" The masseuse's voice seemed to be wrapped in honey, and every word was filled with just the right amount of humility.

"Okay." Chu Yiren responded lazily, then placed the empty goblet in her hand on the edge of the bathtub.

The maid who was waiting on the side immediately stepped forward, and when she took the cup, she even deliberately avoided contact with Chu Yiren's fingertips, and her steps back were as light as a cat's paw on snow.

When the masseuse's thumbs slowly pushed across both sides of the spine, Chu Yiren's eyelashes trembled slightly and a faint sigh escaped from her throat.

"Are you satisfied, young lady?" The masseuse's voice was three parts respectful and seven parts nervous. She was afraid that Chu Yiren would feel uncomfortable, so she even deliberately breathed lightly.

"Hmm." Chu Yiren did not open her eyes, but just let out a comfortable hum, with an imperceptible laziness at the end of the tone.

The masseuse moved her hands down to Chu Yiren's forearms, kneading her cold jade-like skin with her palms. The strength at the base of her thumb suddenly increased, and then turned into a feather-like stroke.

Chu Yiren stretched her legs, her delicate body half floating and half sinking in the bubble bathtub, outlining the graceful curve from waist to calf.

The only sound in the entire bathroom was the subtle sound of the masseur's fingertips rubbing against the skin, intertwined with Chopin's nocturne playing on the phonograph in the distance, making the tranquility even more precious.

Later in the bathroom, the maid stood in the corner with her hands hanging down, her eyes always fixed on the cloud-patterned tiles on the floor, but she was always paying attention to Chu Yiren's needs.

When the masseuse moved to Chu Yiren's calves, Chu Yiren leaned against the edge of the bathtub, allowing the well-trained hands to caress every inch of her skin. Her slightly curled eyelashes cast fan-shaped shadows under her eyes, and her brows were filled with the laziness and comfort unique to a rich girl.

The female masseuse maintained a half-kneeling position throughout the whole process, and carefully massaged Miss Chu with extremely professional massage techniques.

Chu Yiren stretched out her body, letting the warm water and massage force wrap around her whole body, making this almost luxurious enjoyment even more noble.

After the bath massage, Chu Yiren took a quick shower and walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a fluffy towel.

After Chu Yiren sat in the dressing chair, the maid gently wiped her wet long hair, and then used a hair dryer to blow her hair until it was 80% dry.

Finally, the maid did not forget to apply some customized refreshing hair care oil on Chu Yiren's hair.

After Chu Yiren applied some skin care products after taking a bath, she changed into a pink silk short nightgown. The fabric draped like water, making her slender figure look even more noble and elegant.

"My lady, dinner is ready for you."

Chu Yiren walked lightly, leaving the bedroom and preparing to go downstairs for dinner. When she passed by Lin Lang's room in the Chu residence, she paused and thought, "Lin Lang must be with Zhou Mengyao now, right?"

Chu Yiren, feeling somewhat jealous, slowly walked down the spiral staircase.

In the restaurant of Chu's villa, the gilded crystal chandelier makes the sandalwood dining table shine brightly.

Eighteen small dishes are neatly spread out on the blue and white porcelain plate. The Longjing shrimps are a translucent amber color, the crab meat tofu is sprinkled with tender yellow crab roe, and the steamed grouper lies on emerald green onions... Every Chinese dish is delicious and fragrant.

The whole house is filled with fragrance, which makes people hungry just by smelling it.

After Chu Yiren sat down, they began to eat dinner elegantly.

Two maids were serving on the side. One of them deftly peeled the king crab legs with silver tongs and respectfully placed the snow-white crab meat on the plate in front of Chu Yiren.

Another maid poured red wine and served soup for Chu Yiren.

Chu Yiren picked up a spoonful of matsutake chicken soup with a silver spoon. Just as she was about to put it in her mouth, she heard the sound of leather shoes tapping on marble outside the villa restaurant.

Her hand holding the silver spoon paused slightly, and she caught a glimpse of a flash of fiery red entering her field of vision.

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"Wife, you didn't even wait for me for dinner." Lin Lang supported the door frame with one hand. The red rose in his arm was so beautiful that it looked dripping with water droplets on its petals.

"Honey, you didn't tell me that you were going back to the Chu residence tonight." Chu Yiren smiled immediately, and the indifferent expression she had during the meal just now instantly disappeared.

"I just wanted to give you a surprise!" Lin Lang walked towards Chu Yiren holding a rose.

Chu Yiren's eyebrows curved into crescents in an instant, and the silver spoon was lightly placed on the plate, making a shallow crisp sound. She almost ran into Lin Lang's arms, and rose petals passed by her ears, bringing a faint fragrance.

"Hubby, I miss you so much!"

Lin Lang took the opportunity to hug Chu Yiren's waist, and the warmth of his palms seeped through her silk nightgown, wrapping her in his arms filled with sweetness.

"Honey, I miss you too."

Chu Yiren secretly sniffed Lin Lang's body and did not smell any residual scent of another woman on him, which made her very happy.

After the hug, Chu Yiren took the rose, squinted her eyes and smelled the fragrance of the flower, and the corners of her lips rose uncontrollably: "Thank you, husband, for buying me flowers."

"As long as you like it." Lin Lang showed a gentle and charming smile.

"Put the flowers in the vase on the bedside table in my bedroom." Chu Yiren handed the bouquet to the maid beside her, with an unconcealable joy in her voice at the end.

"Yes, Miss." The maid took the bouquet and did so hurriedly.

The scent of roses and red wine lingering in the air, casting an ambiguous halo under the gilded crystal chandelier.

After another maid set the table for Lin Lang, she tactfully left the restaurant of the Chu Mansion Villa at Chu Yiren's signal.

After the chaebol couple was the only ones left in the restaurant, Lin Lang opened his arms and said to Chu Yiren with a smile, "Honey, hug me again."

Chu Yiren snuggled in Lin Lang's arms again. When she raised her face, her eyelashes trembled slightly, casting a butterfly-like shadow on her cheek. She smiled sweetly and said, "Hubby, didn't I ask you to stay with Zhou Mengyao for a few more days at the Zhou residence?"

"Why did you come back the day after Master's funeral?" Chu Yiren was looking forward to Lin Lang's return, but she said something contradictory.

Lin Lang hugged Chu Yiren tightly and said sweetly, "I missed you so much that I came back to accompany you. We are both in the pain of losing a loved one. Mengyao still has her mother to accompany her, but after Brother Nan's accidental death, you only have me!"

Chu Yiren's eyes reddened after hearing this. She was moved and hugged Lin Lang tightly, saying coquettishly: "Humph, you, a stinky man, still have a conscience."

Lin Lang laughed softly. He held Chu Yiren's face in his hands, stroking her beautiful face with his fingertips, and said distressedly, "Wife, you have lost weight in the past few days. You must not have eaten well, right?"

Chu Yiren pouted slightly and replied, "Without you accompanying me for dinner, I don't have much appetite. There are so many things to do in the group company that I am so busy that I am getting angry."

"Come on, honey, I'll have a good meal with you, and then we'll go back to the room, and I'll give you a Chinese medicine massage and help you get rid of internal heat."

"You have such a white and smooth back. It would be a shame not to do scraping and cupping on it." Lin Lang pulled Chu Yiren back to the dining chair.

Chu Yiren covered her mouth and smiled, "No, you are just taking advantage of me by giving me a Chinese medicine massage. The marks left on my skin after scraping and cupping are too ugly."

Lin Lang sat on the dining chair next to Chu Yiren, picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of sea cucumber and shark fin for Chu Yiren, raised his eyebrows and smiled evilly: "Wife, if you ask me, you get angry because your husband doesn't use it."

"Tonight, honey, I'll work hard in your bed, and you'll get rid of all the anger you've accumulated over 26 years of being a virgin."

Hearing this, Chu Yiren couldn't help but blush, and said shyly: "You're so annoying!"

Lin Lang laughed and said, "Believe me, after this night of gentle baptism, your spirit and complexion will be better the next day!"

"Oh, husband, please don't say such embarrassing things. I'm embarrassed to sleep with you because of what you said." Chu Yiren held the chopsticks in her mouth shyly. She looked charming and moving with her nervous and expectant look.