The CEO's Porcelain Wife

Soaked Clothing

"Achoo!" Sima Qing sneezed loudly and without any pretense as she greeted him.

He was still burning with anger, but as soon as he saw her, he couldn’t bring himself to be angry: "Come on, be good and put on this bathrobe," he said gently, barely restraining the urge to spank her.

Looking at the bathrobe in his hand, she didn’t reach for it, nor did she say anything. How am I supposed to put this on without a bra or underwear? She pouted, and then turned around and got into the bed, pulling the quilt tightly around herself, even covering her head, ignoring him completely. Sima Chun was exasperated. Such a thin and weak body, yet she dared to sleep in those wet clothes! He yanked the quilt away from her. Oh Heavens! The inside of the quilt was completely soaked. This time he truly could no longer hold back. He reached out and slapped her small butt three times, hard, “Get up and change immediately!" He said, his voice almost a roar, his chest heaving with anger. He had never been defied like this before.

She still didn't move or make a sound, ignoring him completely.

Sima Chun became even more furious. He had never met such an disobedient child before. He slapped her small butt three more times, hard: “Get up and change!” he roared, his voice nearly hysterical. He had never experienced anyone daring to disobey his orders like this.

Sima Qing suddenly jumped out of the bed and ran out, barefoot, into the living room. She pulled open the front door and went straight into the elevator. Sima Chun hadn’t quite grasped what she was doing, but by the time he reached the doorway, the elevator doors had already closed. The amber-colored indicator light above the presidential elevator showed that the elevator was quickly descending. Qing’er, my Qing’er, don't tell me she's going to leave me, he said, feeling his heart skipping a few beats. He immediately ran to the employee elevator at the other end of the corridor. Heavens, why is the elevator so slow! Why did I build this building so high for nothing! His heart was racing, and those few minutes felt like a year. Ding! The elevator reached the first floor. He ran to the Presidential elevator but there was no one there. He could feel a faint pain in his heart. It was already past 3 AM, and the lobby on the first floor was completely dark. He turned on all the lights, shouting, “Qing’er, Qing’er, where are you? Qing’er, Qing’er, please come out, Qing’er…”

His shouts echoed through the entire lobby, but he still couldn’t find her. Oh heavens, what will happen if she went outside? He thought. Canada is so big, and she doesn't know her way around. She’s still in those wet clothes, without shoes, and no money, what if she runs into bad people? He closed his eyes, unable to think of it any further…

"Qing’er, Qing’er, where are you? Qing’er…" He went to the underground car park, but there was no one there either. That's it, the guard room must have surveillance footage. He immediately ran to the guard room. Two guards were dozing off, and they were so startled to see the President that they were completely shaken.

“Play the surveillance footage from just now, quickly,” he said, his voice colder than ice.

The guard zoomed in on the footage, and he saw that 15 minutes ago his Qing'er ran madly out of the building, his heart sank to the bottom of his chest. Qing’er, my Qing’er, where exactly are you?

“Get the entire police force in Canada to find her, go!” he barked, his icy voice making the two guards shiver, and he called An Da. An Da was an expert in such matters, but the phone message stated, “The number you have dialed has been disconnected”. He immediately ran to the car park, got into his Ferrari and sped off like a madman, looking for her along the left side of the road for a long way, but still no sign of her. Then he returned, and drove along the right side, still looking. He was driving very slowly, and there were few people on the road. Spotting a girl up ahead, he pressed on the gas pedal, and it was her, it was his Qing’er. His heart was filled with joy. He jumped out of the car, still not having brought it to a complete stop. “Qing’er, come home with me.” Hearing his voice, she immediately took off running, but she had finally learned her lesson. He didn’t give her the opportunity to run, grabbing her and gently placing her in the passenger seat. She didn't put up any resistance, she knew there was no point. He parked his car outside a 24-hour supermarket and rushed in, bringing back two big bags full of clothes. The Ferrari then sped back to the Sima Group.

Once parked, he took out the two big bags and opened the car door, wanting to scoop her up into his arms,

“I want to go back to the hospital,” Sima Qing said coldly.

His heart ached when he heard her say those words. Her heart was rejecting him.

“Come on, Qing’er, be good, and let big brother carry you upstairs to change your clothes."

“I want to go to the hospital,” she said, her tone firm.

Ignoring her completely, he picked her up, and carried her into the elevator. He could feel her shivering against his body. Once inside, he turned on the central heating, and the entire room immediately felt warm.

“Be good, quickly put on these warmer pajamas. There are underwear in there too, I don't know if they’ll fit, I got a few sizes just in case,” he said, and closed the bathroom door, leaving her to change.

Sima Qing put on the pajamas, and collected her wet clothes. When she walked out, she found Sima Chun standing still by the door, staring into space. She ignored him, turned the doorknob and headed out.

He pulled her into his arms, and hugged her without speaking. His heart was beating fast, he didn’t know what to say. He had gone to a very famous university in China and had met many renowned professors, but no one had ever taught him what to say in this situation. Although he had slept with countless women, this was the first time he had a real relationship. They stood there quietly, Sima Qing was feeling calm, she just wanted to leave, she didn't want to stay here for a second longer. But she could hear the rapid thump thump thump of Sima Chun's heartbeat. It was so different from his usual heartbeat that she found so reassuring. She turned her neck to look at his face, noticing his jaw was clenched tight and that he was staring at the floor.