My Aloof Husband Can't Stop His Devoted Affection

Chapter 242 - 238: Encounter

When they arrived at the hotel lobby, Cen Jin stood side by side with Jiang Baizhou, watching the three of them get into the car, then waved with a smile: "Send me a message when you get to Nancheng!""No problem, don’t forget what I need you to buy!" Yun Xi grinned and made an okay gesture, not forgetting to remind her.

"Don’t worry! I won’t forget yours, no matter whose I might!"

"Hehe, that’s good then."

Ye Lingran sat on the other side of the back seat, leaned over Yun Xi and said, "Cen Jin, I wish you a pleasant vacation."

"Mm, thank you." Cen Jin smiled sweetly, her gaze falling on Yun Qi, who was in the front passenger seat: "Uh... Yun Qi, when you get to Nancheng, Ling Ran might need you to take her back, since her foot..."

"Mm, don’t worry!" Yun Qi replied gently, nodding in agreement.

After the black luxury business car left, Cen Jin took a deep breath and turned to look at Jiang Baizhou beside her, hands behind her back, tilting her head at him. Her pretty face carried a warm smile: "Dear husband, may I ask what our schedule is for today? Have you decided?"

Jiang Baizhou watched the golden sunlight spill over her, as if coating her in a thin layer of gold, making her look dazzlingly radiant. His eyes filled with a trace of a smile as he took her hand: "Dear wife, come with me! You won’t be disappointed."

That day, Jiang Baizhou took her to the famous Milan Cathedral, the Brera Art Gallery, and the Milan Peace Gate. The two strolled around the sights, and as evening fell, they found a restaurant nearby that looked upscale and inviting for dinner.

After ordering, Jiang Baizhou, noticing Cen Jin’s tired expression, pushed a glass of water in front of her: "What’s wrong? Tired?"

Cen Jin picked up the glass and took a sip, nodding: "Mm, I’m exhausted. I don’t even get this tired working overtime in Nancheng. I feel like my legs are about to break, they’re not even my legs anymore. Aren’t you tired?"

"Not really." Jiang Baizhou replied nonchalantly with a light smile, showing no sign of fatigue.

Cen Jin pouted, silently giving him a thumbs up to praise his endurance.

"Have you thought about where to go tomorrow?" Jiang Baizhou asked calmly, observing her lazy and languid demeanor.

"No." Cen Jin shook her head and rested her chin on one hand: "Let’s sleep in a bit tomorrow morning, we’re not in a hurry anyway. We can just see where the day takes us, is that okay?"

"Mm, whatever works for you."

When the dishes were served, Cen Jin’s spirits gradually lifted as she picked up her knife and fork: "This foie gras looks really good! Try it quickly."

Watching her engrossed in the food, Jiang Baizhou’s eyes filled with a fond smile as he took her steak, cut it into pieces for her, and placed it back.

By now, Cen Jin had grown used to such small gestures. At first, she would say ’thank you’ to be polite, but Jiang Baizhou wouldn’t be happy to hear it. Later on, Cen Jin stopped saying it, and it unintentionally became a habit between them.

"Jiang Baizhou?" A suddenly clear, pleasant female voice interspersed with surprise and disbelief interrupted their meal.

Hearing the voice, they both turned to its source and saw a stylish figure in a beige coat standing not far away, with long, phoenix-shaped eyebrows and silky hair falling quietly on her shoulders. Her pretty oval face bore a smile that was charming yet dignified, exuding a mature and capable aura.

Jiang Baizhou looked at her, lips lightly pursed, but didn’t respond. The woman, upon confirming it was him, gracefully walked over with an elegant smile: "When I came in, I thought the profile looked like you. The closer I got, the more certain I became, so I called out tentatively. I didn’t expect it to really be you!"

Seeing her approach, Jiang Baizhou slowly stood up, nodded in greeting, and spoke with indifferent politeness, his voice devoid of warmth: "Senior, long time no see."

"It has been a long time, since I graduated. It’s been about six years now, hasn’t it? You haven’t changed much, still that cold demeanor without a hint of a smile." Qing Han’s red lips curved as she spoke, each word feeling like raindrops on the heart.

Jiang Baizhou lowered his gaze slightly, his expression steady, then asked: "Senior, why are you here?"

"I’m here on a business trip. Since graduation, I haven’t been back to Nancheng," Zhu Qinghan said, noticing Cen Jin beside him. Her smile paused momentarily as her gaze flitted between them, smiling as she asked tentatively: "Jiang Baizhou, is this... your girlfriend?"

"No," Jiang Baizhou replied decisively, his tone firm.

Hearing that, Zhu Qinghan’s smile deepened, playfully teasing: "I was just thinking, with your cold personality, you actually having a girlfriend surprised me. So what brings you to Milan this time?"

Jiang Baizhou glanced at Cen Jin, who also looked back with a curious gaze. He relaxed his brow, gently holding her small hand in his palm, a slight curve on his lips: "She’s my wife. She’s here for a business trip, and I’m tagging along for a honeymoon."

At this, Zhu Qinghan’s smile froze entirely, her pupils slowly widening as she noticed the dazzling rings on their interlocked fingers: "You... you’re married?"

"Mm." Jiang Baizhou responded softly, tightening his hold on Cen Jin’s hand: "Let me introduce you. This is my senior from college, one year above me, Zhu Qinghan. Senior, this is my wife, Nie Cen Jin."

"Hello." Cen Jin greeted her with a warm, friendly smile.

Zhu Qinghan took a moment to recover, observing Cen Jin’s cheerful face, then nodded with a smile, her tone slightly heavier than before: "I can’t believe you’re married! I remember saying you’d have a hard time finding a girlfriend with your personality, but you got married even before I did. Quite impressive, Jiang Baizhou! When did you get married? Have you had the wedding banquet?"

"Not long ago, we haven’t had the banquet yet," Jiang Baizhou replied calmly: "When we do, if the senior doesn’t mind, we’ll definitely send an invite."

"Okay, I’ll be waiting." Zhu Qinghan nodded with a smile, her gaze subtly sweeping over Cen Jin again.