The Jilted Second Young Master (19)

The next morning, Song Jia went downstairs just as Lin Yitian returned from his daily morning jog.

He was wearing a navy blue windbreaker, and a white towel was on top of his head. Wang Han handed him his favorite sports drink, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he drank long and deep.

His throat glistened with sweat as it ran down over his collarbone, and Song Jia could see the veins in the back of his hands as he held the bottle of sports drink, drawing her eyes to his defined knuckles.

Song Jia abruptly clasped her itchy hands together, as if in silent prayer to be strong.

Lin Yitian immediately noticed her. His dark eyes brightened, tossing the bottle and the towel to Wang Han before walking towards her with long strides that quickly ate up the distance between them.

"Jia!"

Because he was sweaty, he only clasped her shoulders.

"Let's take a bath together!"

Song Jia, "..."

No need to look behind him to see who made that particularly loud 'bam' sound, it was probably Wang Han dropping the bottle of sports drink.

Song Jia smiled back at Lin Yitian, "I already took a bath."

Lin Yitian's face fell.

"You didn't wait for me?"

"..." Why should I wait for you?

"Then...then Jia, don't eat first, we'll eat breakfast together."

Song Jia nodded at him. They have been eating their meals together for a while now, there was no need for him to ask her.

Seeing that he was running up the stairs taking two steps at a time, she couldn't help but call out to him, "Don't take a bath immediately, rest your muscles first!"

"En!"

As the door closed behind him, Song Jia suddenly frowned.

Why did he go into her room to take a bath?

Shaking her head, Song Jia sat on the living room couch to wait up for him. She noticed that the cushions were a bit hard. It wasn't this hard before.

Looking around, she noticed how clean and immaculate everything was, as if all the furniture were brand new. Song Jia couldn't help but be awed at how diligent the servants were in cleaning the mansion.

Tsk, Lin Yitian should give them a salary raise~

Barely ten minutes had passed when a certain someone finished his bath and hugged her from behind the couch, dropping his chin on her shoulder. His dark hair was still damp, curling slightly from the moisture.

"Jia."

Lin Yitian released her and went around the couch to pick her up. He cradled her in his arms and hugged her close to him. Sitting on his lap, Song Jia looked at him with a disapproving stare.

"You didn't rest but just took your bath directly, didn't you?"

Lin Yitian smiled and said against her hair, "Because I can't wait to hug Jia like this."

Song Jia smelled the scent of her shampoo on him.

"You used my soap and shampoo?"

Lin Yitian nodded his head. "I want to smell the same as Jia."

To a certain someone's increasingly sticky actions, Song Jia had also gotten used to it.

The two of them transferred to the dining table to eat their breakfast. The maids held their breaths and retreated a step, still remembering Lin Yitian losing his temper yesterday. But as if everything they had seen was merely a dream, the second young master was all smiles today, even serving Song Jia food and eating whatever she put on his plate without any complaints.

Lin Yitian ate his breakfast with great appetite. He even had a second helping of food, a third, and then a fourth...

Song Jia gaped at him. "Is it really that delicious?"

She had finished eating a while ago. To her, the dishes were just the same as usual. Even though they were delicious, to taste the same level of quality everyday, it couldn't be helped that her sense of taste would adjust.

Lin Yitian nodded his head, his mouth full.

Because she was gone yesterday, he didn't have any appetite. To his eyes, every dish they presented to him was unpalatable. He had barely eaten anything, so he was feeling very hungry now.

When they finished eating breakfast, Lin Yitian held her hand. The time was already reaching six-thirty, which would mean that it was time for him to go up to his study and work. But when Song Jia tried pulling her hand away from him, Lin Yitian was reluctant.

"Jia, can't you go to my study with me?"

Song Jia was surprised. "I can?"

"I've been waiting for you to go there a long time ago!" Lin Yitian blamed her.

He knew that it was boring inside his study, but every time he had to separate from Song Jia, he couldn't help but glance at the study door, wishing she would come in and accompany him. He spent most of his time in his study, and that was a big amount of time Song Jia wasn't with him. Lin Yitian liked to work before, but now he extremely hated it because it separated him from her.

Lin Shenglan's frequent visits were also because Lin Yitian's work efficiency was dropping. The result was that when he finally made time to visit his younger brother, he saw that Lin Yitian would type something into the keyboard and then give a hopeful glance at the door.

Type.

And then glance at the door.

Type again.

And then another hopeful glance at the door.

Lin Shenglan, "..."

He felt that this younger brother of his was becoming increasingly strange. He thought it might be a sign of his mental condition becoming worse, so he started looking for a well-known psychiatrist to monitor and observe Lin Yitian.

If Lin Yitian's work efficiency continued the way it was now, it would severely affect their company.

Lin Shenglan couldn't let that happen.