Chapter 302 - You Deserved Those Slaps IV (2/2)

Xian Zihao nodded calmly as if he was used to this kind of thing. ”The Audit Office has been busy preparing for something lately. They really can't accept my interference.” The corner of his lips curled up as he grabbed her shoulders with both hands and pulling her jacket to her body. ”Go up and rest. There's still more than an hour before it's over. You don't have to come down.”

After he said these words, his attentive gaze turned serious again, as if he was thinking of how to deal with Vice Chief Duan's arrival in Beijing. The bribery was not surprising, but it angered Jiang Ruolan to see it happening in front of her face.

”If you see any suspicious people you don't know in the future, just ignore them and go to sleep.”

Jiang Ruolan nodded. She was indeed tired, so she didn't say anything else. Xian Zihao walked her back to the elevator and she went back to the sixth floor.

When she got back to her room, she was tired but didn't want to sleep. She picked up the suit jacket that had been wet with champagne, examined it carefully, and then took it straight to the bathroom. She put it under the sink and tried washing it.

Since there was no washing machine in the hotel room, Jiang Ruolan had to clean this jacket by herself. After she washed it and wrung out the water, she found a hanger in the closet and hung it by the window.

Not long after, Xian Zihao returned. Jiang Ruolan was still fiddling with the jacket.

She immediately felt warmth behind her back.

Xian Zihao gently hugged her from behind and kissed her ear. ”Why did you do that?”

”Your suits are made of very good material. I was worried that the wine couldn't clean up, so I decided to wash it by hand. But why does it become so wrinkled after washing?” Jiang Ruolan raised her hand again and tugged at the collar.

Xian Zihao gently pulled her hand down until her body was turned away. He couldn't hold back his laughter. ”Don't you know that suits can't be washed in the water?”

”Huh?” Jiang Ruolan's eyes widened.

”Huh, what? Idiot, you need to dry clean these clothes.”

She had ruined a good suit, but Xian Zihao seemed to be in a good mood. Her eyes were filled with a pained smile as she looked at his eyes that were completely devoid of any anger.

Previously at Greenville Residence, Jiang Ruolan had thought that most of Xian Zihao's clothes would be taken out by the domestic helpers. She hadn't washed his clothes nor his suit before and this was her first time hearing that suits could only be dry cleaned.

”Doesn't that mean …” She felt embarrassed and turned her head to look at the suit. ”I've just wasted a good suit.”

Xian Zihao didn't care about the suit. He smiled, bent down his head, and peck on her nose. Jiang Ruolan couldn't help but blush when she saw the amused expression on his face.

”There are still a lot of things to do tomorrow, so let's just leave the suit there. Don't think about it anymore.” He patted her shoulder teasingly.

Jiang Ruolan pouted and had no choice but to take a shower. However, after she had showered and went to sleep, she looked at the wrinkled suit in front of the French window and was still upset. She estimated that this suit's price was at least ten thousand yuan and her heart was bleeding.