Chapter 536 - 537: Is This the Breakfast He Made?
But it’s surely better than wearing sporty tube top and shorts, right!
Thankfully, this evening dress isn’t too outrageous. At least it isn’t the kind that totally exposes the chest.
With a sense of bitterness, Di Xiaxia put on the dress, marvelling at her mother’s considerate nature. She’d even prepared the matching undergarments for the gown.
At the moment she donned the dress onboard the ship, the servants were somewhat astonished, unable to help praising, "Miss Fourth, you look beautiful."
This dress was a pure, fiery red, and the fabric was top grade.
The gown was rather long, reaching her ankles. It looked ethereal and elegant because of the lightweight sheer fabric, and the pure red dazzled the eyes.
This made her look tall and graceful, with great poise. The only part that stood out was the diamond-shaped cutouts on the sides, revealing the most beautiful curves of a woman’s waist.
With her fair skin, Di Xiaxia looked stunning in it. Even the servants were awestruck.
Actually, this dress wasn’t too much, and Di Xiaxia didn’t feel it was exaggerated either. She had worn dresses like this before, but never at home.
But what is weird now?
What’s weird was her hand!
While she was dressed like a diva, her bandaged right hand with plaster rested awkwardly around her neck. This style was simply tragic to look at.
Di Xiaxia was speechless.
But on second thought, regardless of what she wore, this would still be her style, now!
With Di Xiaxia in the dress, the awe-inspiring aura was clearly visible regardless of her hand’s discord. It didn’t affect her too much.
If she could wear a pair of red high heels and pairing it with a black or red clutch, her aura should not be underestimated.
It almost gave the feeling like she was an A-list international celebrity.
The servant combed out her messy hair, and her soft long hair reached waist-length, making her look ethereal and beautiful.
Even the servants couldn’t put it in words. Simply fantastic! Well, if you ignore the injured hand!
The servant supported her. Her foot was almost healed, and she wouldn’t have much problem with mild movements but walking fast or applying force would still hurt.
Di Xiaxia felt bitter, but she can’t just wear Di Mingzhe’s shirt inside the Vice President’s Residence, right?
It was different that day when she was injured. Repeating the same thing today could be embarrassing.
In fact, this dress wasn’t that bad. She mainly disliked her hand, resting awkwardly across her chest. It was too eye-catching!
Di Xiaxia left her room with the maid’s support and while climbing the stairs, she stared resentfully at them.
She complained inwardly, those damn stairs! Why make them so high and winding? Because of them, she’d tumbled down and banged her head, making her dizzy!
Anyway, she was really annoyed by these stairs!
When she arrived at the dining room, the servant pulled a chair out for her. Once Di Xiaxia sat down, she wondered why she didn’t see Di Mingzhe.
Didn’t he come downstairs quite a while ago? Wasn’t he coming down for a meal?
Did he have something to do and left straight away?
He seemed to have left without a word, not clarifying whether he was going for a meal or to do something else.
While she was pondering, suddenly a delicious sunny-side-up egg was placed in front of her.
Looking at the hand that served her dish, Di Xiaxia froze.
Is this Di Mingzhe’s hand?
So clean, beautiful, wide, long.
Di Xiaxia quickly looked up and she was stunned.
It was indeed Di Mingzhe!
Wait... did he make breakfast? Di Xiaxia couldn’t believe it!