My CEO Husband Has Some Issues

“Ah.”

In a moment when no one was prepared, the water cup in her hand fell onto the bed.

“Glug glug glug…” Since the water cup had no lid, the water poured out onto the quilt and sheets.

The elderly butler reacted quickly, picking up the cup from the bed, but it was too late as the water had already spilled onto the bed.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, the quilt is wet.”

“It’s my fault, my fault,” Lin Zhiya ‘regretfully’ slapped her head, saying, “Look at what I’m doing. I was just going to drink some water, and now I’ve carelessly spilled it all over the bed.”

She turned her head to ask the elderly butler next to her, “What should we do? Is the bed all wet now?”

The butler checked and regretfully informed her, “Yes, madam, the quilt and sheets are somewhat wet.”

“Then how can I sleep here tonight?”

Good that she couldn’t sleep there—wasn’t this the chance for Yan and Shengxiao to squeeze into one room?

“This…” The butler, not realizing her true intentions, thought for a moment and said, “How about this, madam? I’ll have someone use the dryer to dry the mattress right now, and bring Miss Rong a new set of sheets and bedding?”

Lin Zhiya’s aim was to ensure Rong Yan couldn’t sleep in the guest room, so she wasn’t about to allow a change of bedding. She immediately said, “The mattress is wet too, and it’s too late to dry it now with a dryer. Moreover, we don’t have any spare sheets and bedding available in the house!”

“Uh, madam, there are still…”

Lin Zhiya cut him off, stating decisively and with certainty, “We don’t have any! I remember very clearly. We have no spare sheets and bedding prepared! It’s so late now, and it wouldn’t be good to call someone to bring new ones over, and even if they did come, it would be too late.”

Having laid the groundwork, she turned to Rong Yan and delivered her final verdict, “Yan, it looks like tonight you’ll just have to squeeze in with Shengxiao. The bed in Shengxiao’s room is big; it should fit two people.”

The servant in the guest room, “…”

The elderly butler, “…”

Mrs. Lin’s motives were quite obvious, weren’t they?

Even if Miss Rong’s bed was accidentally wet, there was still time to have new sheets and bedding delivered.

And even if it was too late, wouldn’t it be better for the ladies, Mrs. Lin and Miss Rong, to sleep together?

Lin Zhiya had already considered this and ‘helplessly’ sighed, “Ah, it’s all my fault. I have this bad habit—I simply can’t sleep with others. I’ll suffer from insomnia if I do. Otherwise, Yan could have slept with me tonight.”

Rong Yan watched the whole process as her bed was sentenced to death, and she was at her wits’ end, “It’s okay. If it really doesn’t work out, I can sleep on the couch.”

How could Lin Zhiya let her sleep on the couch? She had been laying the groundwork all day—cooking, offering to stay over—waiting for this opportunity. She almost didn’t hesitate to say, “You should just squeeze in with Shengxiao for tonight. If you’re not comfortable, you can ask him to sleep on the sofa. He has a sofa in his bedroom anyway.”

While speaking, she took Rong Yan by the hand and said, “Are you feeling embarrassed to tell Shengxiao? Don’t worry, come on, I’ll take you to him.”

Rong Yan wanted to say that wasn’t the case; she hadn’t planned to share a room with Li Shengxiao on her first stay in the old house, but Lin Zhiya didn’t give her the chance and eagerly dragged her away.