Zichen wakes up to the ringing of his phone. Without looking at the screen, he receives the call and brings the phone close to his ear. "Hello?" he says in a lazy tone.
"Did you just wake up?" his business partner as well as his childhood friend asks in amusement from the other line. Zichen pushes his hair back, a habit of his, and asks the reason for his calling him. "Well, you are supposed to be in the office right now but I got to know you are still in the States. When are you coming back?"
"I'll be there by tonight," he says but at the mention of the cancellation of his flight, he turns around to look at the other side of the bed. No one. His brow knits together finding nothing by his side, that even the sheets are cold. For some reason, it makes him furious. She left without saying anything, like a thief. "Handle everything there. I got a work to do." Ending the call, he scans the room for her thing, anything just to make sure the woman he met last night and shared a passionate night with, is real. His eyes dart to something sparkly on the bed and he reach to pick it up. It's an earring. She was there; the earring is hers. Clamping the earring in his palm, he mutters, "Why did she leave?"
The woman who daringly barge into his car and demanded to have sex with him is also the one who dared to sneak out of the room. How dare she! For the first time in his life, a woman has driven him crazy. He wants to know about her, find her and teach her a lesson for toying with him. He feels stupid to even went with the flow last night.
He can still smell the faint scent of hers from the sheets and pillowcases. His cock twitches in his sweatpants and he moves away from the bed. He grumbles and looks for his shirt which he remembered keeping on the royal chair. His shirt is nowhere in the room.
Frustration grows inside him and it then dawns upon her that the woman must have taken his shirt. "Damn that woman" he growls under his breath.
A few minutes later, Lao, his driver comes in bringing fresh clothes for him in a package. Lao turns to leave but then he notices that the woman Zichen took, isn't there. He pauses and ask, "Sir, should I bring clothes for….Uhm…for the Miss?"
Zichen narrows his eyes while buttoning the crisp white shirt. "She is not here. She left."
Shocked, the driver keeps his curiosity to himself, not trying to pry into her boss's life. With that, he exits the room, closing the door from behind.
Done with dressing up, Zichen checks his phone, noticing two missed calls from his mother and several business emails. But these do not concern him at the moment. His head is occupied by the woman who left after taking advantage of him. It makes his blood boil that a drunk woman toyed with him and left. That's a shame to his name. He needs to find her anyhow. He walks out of the room and goes downstairs, his driver already waiting for him there.
The receptionist who asked Shi Lian for check out, notices Zichen leaving and hastily sliding out from the compound, he calls him. "Excuse me, Sir!"
Zichen stops in his tracks and turns around, giving her an impatient look. His piercing gaze made the receptionist a little intimidated.
Putting up her polite smile, she asks about Shi Lian. After checking the surveillance camera, she has seen Zichen taking her upstairs in his arms. "Sorry for stopping but there is something we need to confirm. A woman left the hotel an hour ago without checking out. She said she came with you last night and asked me to ask that from you."
At her mention, Zichen shows interest and asks if she knows anything else about her. "Do you know where she went or what her name is?"
His question made the receptionist uncomfortable. He realizes what a stupid thing to ask that. How can he not know the name of the woman he bought? Clearing his throat and shoving his hands in his pants pockets, he corrects himself, "I mean, she has a habit of changing her name."
"Sorry sir, she didn't tell me anything."
"I see. Thank you" he asserted and waiting no more, he heads out of the hotel's front doors. Lao joins him, waiting for him outside the hotel with the car.
"Your flight is in an hour. The jet has arrived" Lao informs, opening the door of the car for him. Zichen nods and leaning a little, he enters in. Lao goes to sit on the driver's seat and starting the engine, he drives to the jet private place which is forty minutes from here.
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A few minutes later, Zichen asks, "Ask what you want to ask, Lao" which surprises his driver. Lao has been debating whether he should ask about the woman or not.
Having enough of brain wracking, he asks, "That Miss from last night…" he glances at Zichen through the front glass and regrets opening his mouth seeing his cold gaze. But since he started, he better finish it. "will you be meeting with her again? She is Chinese too, how nice!"
"No, Lao" his tone comes out tight and stern. "It was only for a night and I request you not to tell anything to my mother." The driver nods frantically as if he has understood what he told her. If Zhi Ruo, his mother knows that he is involved with a woman, she will be throwing a party instantly. His mother is trying to set him up with thousands of women but none of them stood up to him as per his thinking. Even after refusing more than five hundred potential candidates by Zichen, Zhi Ruo is still adamant to find the one for him. That's the reason he visits the Pearl Mansion just twice a week.
"Besides, I don't even know where that damn woman went" he adds, muttering to himself.
"Pardon, sir?"
"Nothing. Focus on the road."