Don't Mind Me, I'm Just Moody - Chapter 1 - Sharing His Life

“Slow, slow down…”

“Baby~ I love you~”

“Mmh~ I, I love you too.~”

“Good girl~~”

…

The ambiguous sounds filled the warm night, the seductive voices bewitching those already lost in passion, indulging each other with joyful abandon, offering tender affection and acceptance without a trace of pretense or evasion.

Such intimacy was nothing new, and the servants of the house were used to the ceaseless, passionate noises-from their initial blushes to their now peaceful slumber.

Of course, just before falling asleep, it didn’t stop them from silently despising these two shameless individuals.

Ah, the ways of the world-so passionate, so thick-skinned, so unbearable to witness.

Time to sleep, let it be, let them do whatever they want, who cares.

Well, time for everyone to rest.

The couple on the bed, scorned by the servants just before their bedtime, seemed to enjoy their physical activities, unless they were particularly tired. Especially during those few days each month, they liked to entangle naked in the wee hours, inexplicably fond of this exercise. Well, they were young, full of vigor, which was understandable. Amidst faint moans and groans, they expressed their raw desires and the undying love they had for each other.

The panting subsided, and the robust man on top slid off, then tenderly kissed the small woman below him. Her delicate, fair skin bore light kiss marks that looked even more enticing under the dim light, enhancing her allure. The man’s lips habitually curved into a handsome smile as he reached for a large towel to cover the woman, who was already drowsy from exhaustion. He chuckled; she always seemed so dreamy and muddled after their intimate moments, soft and cute, like a little kitten.

The man boldly walked naked to the bathroom to run a bath, then returned to lift the still sleepy woman from the bed and placed her into the bathtub. He washed her skillfully, and of course, took the opportunity to tease her once again-truly never getting enough of her.

Afterward, he carried the now sleeping woman back to the bedroom and gently laid her on the bed. Everything was so natural, and the woman in his arms remained docile throughout, not even furrowing her brow, utterly spoiled by his affection.

What bliss it must be, what certainty, to so unguardedly entrust oneself to a man-not just letting him share in one’s life but wholly surrendering it to him, allowing him to freely paint within the canvas of her life.

The night finally settled into tranquility, the gentle rhythm of breaths tinged with the sweet aroma of happiness.

One was a refined, graceful man, the other an adorable and well-behaved girl. From their encounter and growing acquaintance to now living under the same roof, a year had passed.

In this year, they hadn’t wasted a single moment of the sweetness and intimacy shared between lovers. Their happiness seemed boundless, infinite.

Thinking back to their first meeting, it was as dramatic as a cosmic collision-like Mars crashing into Earth. In the most cliché of circumstances, they had crossed paths and, in no time, confirmed their feelings for one another. It was as if even the briefest hesitation might lead to losing the other to someone else. For once, there was no disagreement-not a trace. He acted decisively, and she didn’t play coy. The urgency they shared was palpable, as if failing to claim each other would consign both to endless misery and regret. And so, once their intentions were made clear, they wasted no time moving under one roof, sharing not just a home but a room, a bed. Unless utterly exhausted, they indulged in their passion habitually, increasingly addicted to each other’s scent, touch, and the blissful fulfillment of their deep connection.

The girl, quietly asleep in his arms, was Song Xiaoni. Once a fashion designer, she had graduated not long ago and was fortunate to land a position at a relatively well-known brand apparel company. By a twist of fate, she met Shi Zijun, the current president of the Shi Family enterprise, a man who had been navigating the rough and tumble of society for years.

Don’t let Shi Zijun’s youth fool you-he was the real deal: the heir of an elite family. But what set him apart wasn’t just his lineage but his status as the youngest president in the world of business, celebrated for his accomplishments. Calling him “young and capable” didn’t do him justice. He was more like a rare gem in commerce. Beneath his dashing and youthful looks lay a sharp, calculating mind, the kind capable of crafting strategies and securing victories.

Who would dare underestimate him? Who would dare provoke him?

To be honest, Shi Zijun was the kind of person who invited both envy and irritation-the kind of guy who could earn a grudge just by being himself. He had it all as if the universe had poured its endless blessings on him.

Thinking back to when it all started.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I’m sorry!”

Dragged by her fashionable coworkers to one of her first high-society fashion events, the naive and clumsy Song Xiaoni had accidentally bumped into someone upon turning around. As expected, the wine in her hand had spilled all over the person she collided with. Flustered, she repeatedly apologized, her hands frantically brushing and dabbing at the stains on the other’s clothes.

“It’s fine~”

Ordinarily, being drenched in wine at such a public event would have prompted Shi Zijun to immediately retaliate, unbothered whether the offender was a man or a woman. He wasn’t the type to show mercy for the sake of a pretty face, nor was he in the habit of granting unwarranted leniency. But this time? This time, he simply tightened his grip on his wine glass and stood there, his gaze fixed on the flustered, clueless girl before him.

The moment Shi Zijun met Song Xiaoni, the man who was rarely impressed by anyone found himself completely caught off guard. It was like being lost in a heavy fog, frustrated and cursing the heavens, only for a gentle breeze to part the clouds and reveal a radiant sun. And no, not the kind of blinding sun that forces you to squint-it was warm, bright, and serene, casting a clear, breathtaking view over the landscape. His entire being felt an inexplicable comfort, and for the first time, his gaze locked onto someone he simply couldn’t look away from.

In Song Xiaoni’s eyes, Shi Zijun saw purity, clarity, and an almost crystalline innocence. And then there was her beauty-ah, her beauty! It wasn’t simply captivating; it was the kind of beauty that could topple cities with a smile, nations with another. If anyone had ever thought the combination of innocence and allure couldn’t exist in a single woman, they’d surely never met Song Xiaoni. To such skeptics, Shi Zijun would say, “Drag them out and give them forty strikes with a paddle.” If the fool survived, perhaps they’d learn not to underestimate what they hadn’t seen; if not, it’d be deserved.

To put it bluntly, Song Xiaoni possessed a natural purity that made her seem untouched by the mundane world. Picture a little dragon maiden¹, her beauty otherworldly, ethereal. But don’t mistake her for someone naïve or ignorant about life. She wasn’t some sheltered recluse from an ancient tomb; she grew up by the sea, in an honest and simple coastal town. And during her college years, where she majored in fashion design, her experiences shaped her into a modern, stylish young woman. With her natural flair for presentation, she exuded a charm that effortlessly balanced innocence with an innate feminine allure.

Whether it was her purity or her seductive elegance-both individually irresistible to men-the combination was nothing short of lethal. And for Shi Zijun, whose cold, distant heart had remained untouched for years, the sight of Song Xiaoni’s beauty was enough to shake him to his core. A man who had never believed in love at first sight suddenly found himself surrendering to the possibility.

What followed was a deliberate and calculated pursuit.

Song Xiaoni, despite her intelligence, had a wonderfully simple heart. She knew the complexities of the world and the unpredictability of people, yet she held onto a particular fondness for fairytales, especially ones like Cinderella. Because of this, she kept her life intentionally simple: work, eat, and avoid unnecessary social interactions. She quietly moved through life without much fuss, her days unwavering and self-contained. But such a lifestyle was no match for Shi Zijun’s thoughtful pursuit and finely-crafted temptations.

It didn’t help that she was taken in by his charm, his talent, and even his moments of tenderness. Before long, she found herself stumbling headfirst into his world, willingly and perhaps a little naively. Within a matter of days, her heart quietly surrendered. Not only did Song Xiaoni resign from her job, but she also chose to devote herself wholeheartedly to being Shi Zijun’s full-time sweetheart.

Their love story unfolded rapidly, recklessly, and with a sense of inevitability they couldn’t resist.

All traditions, formalities, and societal expectations? Completely disregarded like meaningless noise.

Love, simply love.

Footnote:

Little Dragon Maiden(小龙女): “Little dragon maiden” refers to a character inspired by Xiaolongnü (小龙女) from the famous Chinese novel “The Return of the Condor Heroes” by Jin Yong. Xiaolongnü is known for her ethereal beauty and purity, having lived a secluded life in an ancient tomb.