236 — Exercise In The Gym (1)

Jiahui knocked lightly on the door of the Master bedroom and waited until she heard a positive response.

Pushing open the heavy door with on hand, she walked to the huge bed and bowed lightly to the woman on it, "Good morning Young Madam."

Pei Yueran nodded, responding to her greeting before asking, "Where's my husband?"

"Young Master is in the gym, but said he would be back in a few minutes. He said I had to make sure to watch you eat breakfast." Jiahui said as she expertly set up the low table on the bed and laid out the bowl of millet porridge and soy milk she had brought on a tray.

Pei Yueran almost pouted in displeasure but ultimately held back. She knew he specifically put that requirement because she hadn't been eating well since her illness started.

Several times, he had even had to cook and feed her himself.

For the past few days, she had been waking up quite late, so she always saw him by her side. Waking up early to his absence made her a tad disappointed.

Maybe it was better to sleep in instead.

Coming out of her ridiculous thoughts, she took a few spoonfuls of the porridge before dropping the spoon. Seeing that, Jiahui panicked and said, "Young Master said that I would be fined half a month's salary for every spoon of porridge that is left uneaten."

Pei Yueran: "...."

What sort of nonsense was that?

But knowing him, he was definitely capable of carrying out his threat, so she endured and ate a few more. By the time she dropped her spoon for the second time, Jiahui knew this was the best outcome, but she still tried to garner sympathy, "Young Madam...."

Pei Yueran cut her off, "No problem, the leftover is only equivalent to about three months worth of salary, I'm sure you can survive."

Jiahui: "..."

Seeing her face crumple up as if she wanted to cry but was unable to, Pei Yueran laughed.

"Alright, I'm just teasing you," she said as she ate up the remaining porridge with a crumpled face of her own. She definitely had to settle this score with the perpetrator.

Once she settled on her goal, the food became easier to swallow.

Jiahui smiled at the empty bowl. The Young Master also promised to give her an extra one month's salary if she got the Young Madam to finish her food!

This was a good deal ah!

As soon as Jiahui went out with the tray, Pei Yueran got up to change her nightdress. She still looked fragile as she had lost a bit of weight, but she felt good.

Of course, the thought of catching Li Chuanmo unawares and seeing his surprised look was also a source of motivation and a natural health supplement.

Taking her time, she walked slowly out of the room and downstairs, towards the basement. She saw only a few workers during her walk, but all greeted her enthusiastically, happy to see the Madam on her feet.

Getting to the door of the gym, she leaned in slightly and waited for a few moments, but of course she couldn't hear anything. She tried to imagine what he was doing at the moment. Was he on the treadmill? Or did the instructor come today?

Then instead of thinking, she decided to see for herself.

Opening the door slowly so as to not alert him, she tiptoed into the huge room, taking care to keep herself out of sight.

She saw him at first glance, then her eyes widened slightly.

In the centre of the room, a shirtless Li Chuanmo was stretched out in a prone position with his hands palms-down, obviously in the middle of doing pushups.

As he straightened his arms, the sinews bulging, the muscles of his back rippled. When he bent his arms rhythmically, lowering his body, the sheen of sweat that had accumulated made his wide back look even broader and full of power.

Pei Yueran's throat suddenly felt dry as her eyes lit up. What is called a feast for the eyes?

This was obviously it!

Pei Yueran wasn't counting how many sets he did, but as she stared, he suddenly got up in an agile motion and headed towards the overhead bar that hung from the ceiling just a few paces ahead. In front of it was a floor length mirror.

Pei Yueran would never confess that as he walked, her eyes were fixed on his tight a** that was wrapped by the grey gym wear. She didn't even realize that she was currently licking her lips.

Li Chuanmo gripped the bar and pulled himself up by the hands, making whole groups of his muscles flex powerfully. Pei Yueran swallowed even as her eyes remained glued to him, unwilling to miss anything.

Why did she never know that the sight of his muscles contracting could make her feel this thirsty?

At an angle she couldn't see, Li Chuanmo smiled, showing off beautifully set teeth. Oh, this wife of his is such an enigma. Since she wanted to watch, he would be happy to indulge her.

When he turned around to grip the bar in an overhand position, his muscled chest was finally revealed to Pei Yueran, who stared intently, her hands faintly itching as if she couldn't wait to lay her hands on those drool-worthy abs.

Even she couldn't believe herself. She was really hiding out of sight like a voyeur and drooling over her husband's body. It was at this point she knew that she had truly changed.

"Just come out and touch. If you keep staring like that, you will faint from blood loss." A leisurely voice tinged with husky laughter spoke out, the baritone bouncing off the walls in an echo.

Startled, Pei Yueran subconsciously touched her nose and checked her fingers, thinking she had a nosebleed.

When she saw nothing, she glared in his direction, before belatedly realizing that he had known of her presence all along.

"Why didn't you say anything when you saw me?" She said, watching him come down and wipe the sweat on his forehead with a small face towel.

"The same reason you didn't announce your presence." Li Chuanmo said playfully.

She was entranced by him, and he was fascinated by watching her watch him.

He reached out for a bottle of water on the side, screwed off the cap and took a swig.

Pei Yueran blushed, but let it go. All the eye candy she had gotten this morning was enough to offset this little annoyance.

She eagerly watched him drink, her eyes following the water as it went down. She absentmindedly wondered how a person could drink ordinary water and look so elegant doing it.

It was like he was filming a commercial ad.