Qianqian thoughtfully brought tissue to Jiang Ziyu and patted her back while standing on a stool.
Once her breathing steadied, Jiang Ziyu quickly refused, "The bed is too small for three of us to lie on together."
Di Mingjue asked, "Are you sure?"
Pointing to the door, Jiang Ziyu said, "If you don't believe me, go and see."
Di Mingjue exchanged a look with her and, pressing the controls of his wheelchair, actually headed towards the room.
Remembering the pile of clothes on the bed, Jiang Ziyu rushed forward.
The door was already open, and the first thing Di Mingjue saw was underwear on the bed.
Jiang Ziyu quickly closed the door and stood before him, her face flushed, "You and I will go pack a guest room for you."
She turned and slipped into the adjacent guest room. Touching her face, her cheeks felt hot.
Outside the door, Di Mingjue's lips curved into a smile.
Turning, he looked at Qianqian standing and watching them. Rotating his wheelchair, he went to Qianqian's side and sat with her, reading a fairytale.
Dinner was simple. Jiang Ziyu took out the remaining food from the kitchen and casually made a few dishes.
After dinner, Jiang Ziyu used the excuse of Qianqian needing to go to school the next day to take her back to their room for an early rest. After coaxing Qianqian to sleep, she hesitated for a long time, wondering if she should go out and see.
She walked to the door and looked at the doorknob. Jiang Ziyu wanted to open it but was stopped by her conflicted heart.
In the living room, Di Mingjue got out of his wheelchair and sat on the carpet, looking at the documents just delivered by Shen Lin.
After handling a stack of documents, Di Mingjue reached for the cup on the table.
The cup was empty; the water inside had already been drunk.
Di Dongsheng glanced at the kitchen behind him again. He put down the cup and picked up his pen.
Jiang Ziyu, standing behind him, saw everything and, after an internal struggle, opened the door and walked into the kitchen.
The glass water pitcher was placed on the table. Jiang Ziyu reached out and took the water cup in front of Di Mingjue.
With a sound of water, the cup was filled and placed before him.
Di Mingjue glanced at it, took it, and drank it down in a few gulps.
"Qianqian's asleep?" he asked.
Jiang Ziyu nodded and, looking at the files on his table, asked, "Did Assistant Shen come?"
Looking around, she realized she hadn't heard a single sound in the room.
After finishing the last document, Di Mingjue gathered all the files together.
"Help me up."
"Can't you do it yourself?"
The wheelchair was right behind him; if he could get down, he could get up himself.
Di Mingjue extended his hand, beckoning her, "Come here."
He called her, and she was supposed to come?
Jiang Ziyu turned, walking back into the room, and said, "It's getting late, you should rest early."
Just as she reached the doorway, there was a clatter from the direction of the living room.
She turned back at the sound and saw the wheelchair overturned, with Di Mingjue lying on his side on the floor. The water cup on the table was teetering, water spilling down the edge of the table, the cup on the verge of falling.
Jiang Ziyu rushed to Di Mingjue in three or five steps and grabbed the falling cup.
Her foot stepped on a cushion that had fallen from the wheelchair. She slipped and fell forward.
Di Mingjue, beneath her, didn't dodge. Instead, he spread his arms and caught her, cradling her. The two of them became wedged in the gap between the coffee table and the sofa, pressed closely together.
A pair of hot hands landed on her waist. Jiang Ziyu's eyes widened, and she tried to push them away.
Di Mingjue grinned openly, his hands sliding underneath hers, easily flipping her onto the bottom.
Instead of escaping, she was pinned down. Jiang Ziyu looked at Di Mingjue's wicked smirk and immediately understood, "You did this on purpose!"
How could it be such a coincidence that he fell, and the cup fell too? Most importantly, he had leg issues, but his hands were agile; how could he have fallen and been unable to get up?
Di Mingjue, smelling Jiang Ziyu's scent, lowered his head, about to kiss her lips. Seeing the person beneath him nervously close her eyes, he turned his head and whispered in her ear, "It would have been good if you had helped me up earlier; then we wouldn't be in this situation."