My CEO Husband Has Some Issues

Cui Jiangjing had just left, taking with her the bottle of red wine she had just opened, and Rong Yan, who had just finished bathing and changed clothes, hurriedly ran upstairs.

Li Shengxiao saw a streak of fresh green flash before his eyes.

A figure ran up to him, breathing heavily, and asked, “Li Shengxiao, where’s Duidui?”

Before him stood a girl with a fair and delicate face, eyes brighter than the stars and a high, delicate nose, her red lips slightly pursed. Her usually curly ponytail hung obediently at her waist, and she wore a strappy light green fringed dress that outlined her shapely figure, making her look like a sprite walking out of the forest.

Li Shengxiao’s gaze darkened inch by inch, a possessive look sweeping over her smooth shoulders and then resting on the expanse of bare skin on her back. His Adam’s apple tightened suddenly, and he grabbed Rong Yan’s hand, his voice hoarse, asking, “Who dressed you like this?”

Who dressed her like this?

Rong Yan was startled, not understanding, and with a look of surprise on her melon-seed face, she said, “Wasn’t it you who had someone send me these clothes? The waiter brought them to me.”

She was also perplexed — this dress was too… resort-style. How to put it, although it wasn’t the indecent type, the thin straps on her shoulders slipped too low. She had to hold her chest while running up here; otherwise, she would suspect herself of risking exposure.

Such a dress seemed more like a nightgown or evening wear for an event, and she wondered why Li Shengxiao would send her a dress like this, but he asked her first.

“You didn’t know?” Seeing that he seemed unaware that she would wear this dress, Rong Yan tilted her head, her bright eyes full of curiosity, “Um, then who sent me this? Does the hotel specially prepare nightgowns for guests to change into?”

That didn’t quite seem right, did it?

Though DW Hotel was an ultra five-star luxury hotel, it seemed unlikely that they offered such a service, spontaneously preparing such expensive-looking ‘nightgowns’ for guests.

Li Shengxiao, listening to her light panting sounds by his ear, his eyes flashing with a hint of realization, probably guessed why the waiter had prepared such a dress for her.

Li Shengxiao let go of his hold, his Adam’s apple rolling as he suppressed a surge of heat in his lower abdomen, saying, “It was me who had someone prepare it for you.”

“Oh, it was you?” Rong Yan was momentarily stumped.

Then why had he asked her who had dressed her like that, causing her to guess for so long.

Li Shengxiao seemed to guess what she was thinking and couldn’t explain to her the nuances. He casually picked up a blanket from the sofa, walked back to her, and wrapped her up snugly with the blanket. Only then did he let her go, giving his possessive action a justifiable explanation, “You’ve just been in the water, wearing so little you’ll catch a cold.”

“Oh.” Rong Yan didn’t think too much. When he wrapped her up, she obediently clutched the blanket around her, then asked anxiously again, “Where’s Duidui? Where is he?”

She had hurried over after seeing the note Li Shengxiao left, which said Duidui was in this room, yet she hadn’t seen Little Baby.

Li Shengxiao knew her heart was set on Little Baby, so he strode over and opened the door to the presidential suite’s bedroom for her, saying, “He’s in here.”

Without a second word, Rong Yan rushed into the room.

In the spacious suite, Little Baby was lying quietly on the large bed, his usually beautiful eyes now tightly shut, his long lashes casting a shadow beneath his eyelids like little fans.

Rong Yan’s anxious heart calmed down at the sight of him. She walked to the bedside and felt Little Baby’s forehead.. Then, pursing her lips tightly, she took his pulse again before turning around and saying, “Li Shengxiao, could you help me prepare something?”