The Jilted Second Young Master (3)

Song Jia smiled reassuringly at Wang Han. She knew that he was nervous at what her reaction would be. It was already tough to have an autistic person for a fiancée, but to see his abnormality first-hand...an ordinary person would definitely have misgivings.

Wang Han feared that she would be disgusted with Lin Yitian and suddenly withdraw from their engagement.

"Butler Wang, it's alright. Can I go and check on Lin Yitian? I want to know if he's alright."

Wang Han secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

"Of course, Miss Su. I'll lead the way to the guest room."

Song Jia frowned. "Guest room? Shouldn't he be in his bedroom?"

Wang Han coughed and gave her an awkward look.

"Miss Su...you might not be aware of this, but second young master has severe mysophobia. He's very particular that no one should enter his bedroom, because he doesn't want it to be contaminated by other people. That's why we temporarily brought him to rest in the guest room."

Seeing Song Jia's expression change, Wang Han hastily added, "Of course, this would change once second young master gets married to Miss Su. The two of you will share one bedroom, which is expected between husband and wife. Hehe..."

Song Jia ignored Wang Han's forced laughter. One of the reasons that greatly irritated Su Qi about Lin Yitian was that during their marriage life, the two of them slept in separate rooms. Later on, after Su Qi began her affair with Nie Poan, Lin Yitian's mysophobia became a blessing in disguise. It allowed them to carry on their affair without fear of being discovered by Lin Yitian.

Lin Yitian's mansion was very big. All the rooms were located on the second floor, and Wang Han led Song Jia to the east wing, which were full of empty rooms. He opened one of the doors and held it open for her.

Song Jia saw that the guest room was very minimalistic in design. Creamy curtains, white walls, a single bookshelf, and black pillows. In that large space, everything seemed to be arranged as if it was following a template. Lin Yitian lay on the bed, the pillows stacked evenly underneath his head, the blankets still folded.

Song Jia creased her eyebrows and looked at Wang Han.

"Why didn't you cover him with a blanket? And those pillows...he's going to wake up with a crick on his neck if you don't arrange it properly."

Wang Han shook his head. "Second young master likes everything to be neat and tidy. Even when he's sleeping, the bed must be made properly. If we move it so that he would be more comfortable, second young master will get mad at us."

Song Jia was speechless. Then what was the difference between sleeping on a bed made of premium cotton and sleeping on a cold marble floor, ah?

The two of them talked for a while before Wang Han left, as he still had to supervise over the preparations for the family dinner later on. He could only leave Song Jia to look after Lin Yitian.

Song Jia pulled over one of the chairs towards the bed. She watched Lin Yitian's sleeping face, his long eyelashes gently fluttering with each breath. He had a beautiful but almost inaccessible look, with a kind of introverted depth. It was a face that could evoke awe and admiration, but not intimacy.

Song Jia sat with one elbow on the side of the bed, propping her chin. She was absently thinking that if he didn't have a mental illness, Su Qi would have married him in a heartbeat.

She watched his chest rise up and down. After a long time passed, her own eyes started to become heavy. Song Jia yawned and covered her mouth with her hand. Accidentally, her elbow hit his arm.

This small movement woke up Lin Yitian.

Song Jia's drowsiness evaporated in a flash.

The two people, one sitting and one lying down, stared at each other.

Song Jia knew he was mysophobic and quickly moved her arm away in alarm.

"I'm sorry!"

She stared vigilantly at him, wondering if he would start to throw a tantrum. But Lin Yitian simply moved his eyes away from her and stared at the wall clock behind her.

"It's six-thirty."

Lin Yitian's voice was rich and clear. It had a trace of innocence that was very pleasant listen to. His eyebrows were slightly crinkled, revealing a displeased expression.

Song Jia followed his stare and nodded with slight confusion, "It's indeed six-thirty."

She didn't know how long he had been asleep, but it must have been hours. She had been thinking of different things in a daze and had lost track of time.

"It's six-thirty!" Lin Yitian repeated in a louder voice. He sounded agitated.

He eagerly leaped off the bed and looked for his shoes in a fluster.

Song Jia also stood up. She didn't understand what made him panic.

"Do you have somewhere to be at six-thirty?" she asked.

Lin Yitian stopped looking for his shoes and looked at her for a heartbeat.

"I need to take my evening bath at six o'clock!"

Song Jia, "..."

She also searched for his shoes with him. She found it under the bed, shoved into the innermost end. She must have accidentally kicked it there earlier.

"It's alright to take your evening bath a little late," Song Jia reassured him. "Sometimes I even take a bath just before midnight when I get too distracted."

But Lin Yitian furiously shook his head.

"Evening bath is at six o'clock. Six o'clock, not six-thirty!"

Unable to wait for her short arms to reach for his shoes, Lin Yitian took a pained glance at the floor below the bed and made a decision. He couldn't dive under there to get his shoes, but he couldn't stand going out of the room barefooted either.

He strode towards the phone on the bedside table and quickly dialed a number. When the call connected, he barked, "Bring clean clothes and shoes to the guest room now!"

He hung up.

Song Jia had finally grabbed his shoes. She stood behind him with his shoes while waiting patiently for Lin Yitian to end his call. She didn't expect that the call would unexpectedly be short and Lin Yitian would quickly turn around.

Lin Yitian had also not expected her to stand so close to him. His eyes widened, but he couldn't stop his momentum in time. The two of them crashed on the floor.

Lin Yitian hated skin contact. The servants inside the mansion had to stay two meters away from him at all times, and even when he was unconscious and needed their help, they had to put on gloves first. But when this girl touched his skin before, he didn't feel a single trace of aversion.

Even now, while they were falling, he took the initiative to cover her head with his arm to cushion her fall. Their legs tangled, their bodies pressed tightly together without a gap. The only barrier separating them was their clothing.

Lin Yitian's nose was accidentally pressed against her neck. He breathed in a fresh and flowery scent that seemed to heat up every part of him. It was a vaguely familiar feeling that he felt in his very bones and marrow.

Lin Yitian didn't know what this feeling was. It was as if there was a thin gauze in front of him, preventing him from gaining understanding of it.