Wen Zhiyao unconsciously wanted to avoid Jiang She, but somehow he stopped right next to her.
She could see the man's vein-clad hand, with clear bones. Images of last night flashed disconcertingly, making her cheeks blush hotly.
"It's impossible..." Jian Keyan's face suddenly changed color, she didn't finish her sentence as if she thought of something and promptly shut her mouth.
"Jiang She, you're here too." Zhou Yunsheng frowned in slight reluctance as he greeted him.
Wen Zhiyao lowered her head, a hint of scorn flashing coldly in her eyes.
The sons of the rich families in Jiangnan City were divided into two factions. One faction was like Zhou Yunsheng, who had been strictly educated since childhood, destined to inherit the family business. The other faction was the idle and educated sons, led by Jiang She.
The two factions were not pleased with each other, but due to the business dealings between their families, they would make some superficial efforts.
"Oh yes," Jiang She responded with an indifferent smile, "What a coincidence, shall we sit together?"
Without waiting for Zhou Yunsheng's consent, he pulled a chair over for himself. The metallic scraping of the chair on the marble floor made a piercing noise. Cedar's familiar wooden scent approached and settled opposite Wen Zhiyao.
They sat at a round four-person table. The space under the table was tight.
Jiang She, with his long legs, naturally made contact with Wen Zhiyao.
Wen Zhiyao was wearing a knee-length skirt, leaving her lower legs bare. Through the smooth fabric of the man's dress pants, she could feel his familiar body temperature.
It felt warm, causing an electrifying sensation to spark wherever he touched.
Wen Zhiyao glanced up at him.
Jiang She lightly raised his chin, his gaze nonchalantly crossing the table adorned with white roses to land on Wen Zhiyao, while a mischievous smirk played at his lips.
Wen Zhiyao pressed her lips together, trying to move away. Just as she stepped back, the man's leg moved forward, pinning her legs in between his, intentionally grinding against her.
The strange tingling sensation spread throughout her body.
The hand holding her soy milk started to tremble.
"Bang." The soy milk in the cup spilled all over.
Zhou Yunsheng immediately asked with concern, "Zhiyao, what's wrong?"
Jian Keyan also feigned a look of concern, "Sister? You seem absent-minded?"
"It's nothing." Wen Zhiyao responded with a feigned calm, looking indifferently at the soy milk steadily dripping onto her table and skirt. She took a few tissues and wiped it up.
"Tsk." A low laugh erupted from Jiang She sitting across from her.
Zhou Yunsheng asked unhappily, "What are you laughing about?"
Jiang She coughed lightly as if he were choking on his laughter. Then, he glanced at Wen Zhiyao and mocked, "Just thought of something."
Wen Zhiyao, wiping the soy milk off her hand, paused and looked at Jiang She, seeing his shamelessness once again.
Zhou Yunsheng seemed to imagine some unpleasant scenes, as his complexion turned sour. He looked at Wen Zhiyao and said, "What lack of caution."
Feeling the blame in Zhou Yunsheng's words, Wen Zhiyao couldn't help but find it amusing.
She hadn't noticed before how Zhou Yunsheng could be so petty, always putting the blame on women.
What if he found out she had slept with Jiang She last night…
"Hmm, I'm going to change my clothes." Wen Zhiyao suppressed the mocking glance in her eyes, nodding her head calmly, her beautiful face expressionless.
Zhou Yunsheng was a bit dumbfounded, realizing that he had lost his composure, he hurriedly said, "Zhiyao, I didn't mean to blame you…"
"I know." Wen Zhiyao cut him off as a coat suddenly fell onto her leg from nowhere.
She looked at it in surprise, and there stood Jiang She, wearing a light pink shirt. As he undid his coat, it fell loosely around his collarbone, revealing an incredibly tantalising look.
"Tha..."
Wen Zhiyao started to say something, but the man cut her off. "No need for words of thanks, I prefer tangible rewards."
his emphasis on the words "rewards" rang in Wen Zhiyao's ears and she flushed uncomfortably. She looked away and whispered, "Okay."
"Zhiyao, I'll go with you." Zhou Yunsheng's heart flared with irritation watching their interactions, he promptly stood up, positioning himself between the two of them, acting the ever considerate boyfriend.
Wen Zhiyao's gaze turned cold, "I can do it myself."
Zhou Yunsheng, noticing the aloofness in Wen Zhiyao's tone, forced down his temper and insisted, "I'll go with you."
Unable to figure Zhou Yunsheng's motives, perhaps it was just the intrinsic nature of men, Wen Zhiyao glanced at Jian Keyan, whose face had turned pale. She responded neutrally, "Whatever."
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Facing the hotel's corridor…
"Zhiyao, there's really nothing happening between Keyan and me." Zhou Yunsheng desperately explained, "I came here today to find you, and happened to run into Keyan. She's your cousin! We're getting married and she could speak well of us to your uncle…"
"I've arrived." Wen Zhiyao suddenly stopped, checking the room door, she fished out the room card, not looking at Zhou Yunsheng. "Please wait outside."
Zhou Yunsheng's expression darkened as he suddenly grabbed Wen Zhiyao's wrist, "Zhiyao, what do you mean by that? I am your fiancé, don't tell me I can't…"
"I waited for you last night." Wen Zhiyao spun around to face him, for the first time today looking at Zhou Yunsheng directly, "You didn't come."
Her usual gentle and composed face seemed now covered in a frosty layer, utterly cold.
A sudden panic spread through Zhou Yunsheng, as if something was slipping away from him.
Wen Zhiyao might appear indifferent and reserved, but he could feel her dependence and trust in him.
It seems that he had truly angered her this time.
No matter, he could placate her within a few days.
Having rationalised his thoughts, Zhou Yunsheng unwillingly let go of her hand, "Then I'll wait for you outside."
Barely had his words fallen, when the door unceremoniously closed in his face.
Wen Zhiyao took a deep breath, no longer needing to hide her distaste for Zhou Yunsheng. She walked into the bathroom, scrubbing her wrist vigorously.
Her phone on the bathroom counter vibrated.
A message from Jiang She popped up: "Your legs almost got me hard."
Wen Zhiyao's expression changed, deciding to ignore the message and change her clothes.
The clothes she had worn to the hotel last night were now dry.
She stood on a stool to get them, but suddenly heard the sound of footsteps from behind.
Was Zhou Yunsheng trying to get a hotel employee to open the door?
A sense of panic welled up in Wen Zhiyao as she lost her balance, pitching backward.
The familiar scent of Cedar engulfed her in the next moment. A man's punishing lips bit her neck, "Why didn't you reply?"