Wen Zhiyao's indifference and deliberate distance made Zhou Yunsheng felt increasingly alienated.
Subconsciously, he reached out and gripped Wen Zhiyao's arm, wanting to close the gap between them.
The next second, his hand was empty.
Zhou Yunsheng raised his head to find Jiang She, who arrived unnoticed and was now leading Wen Zhiyao away from him.
With a smug grin, Jiang She revealed just how much he disliked Zhou Yunsheng, shielding Wen Zhiyao behind him and deliberately facing off against Zhou Yunsheng.
"What are you doing with my fiancée?" Zhou Yunsheng's face darkened with displeasure. Taking Wen Zhiyao away right in front of him, Jiang She was crossing the line.
Such a dismissive gesture made Zhou Yunsheng even more displeased.
Jiang She snorted icily, "She's my employee, what can I do to her? Even if she's your betrothed, she's not your property. She's a person, with her own thoughts. If she wanted to leave with you, I wouldn't have been able to stop her."
Zhou Yunsheng felt as if his face had been silently slapped several times.
Jiang She has always been against him, and it was utterly unacceptable.
Ignoring Jiang She, Zhou Yunsheng's intense gaze fell on Wen Zhiyao.
With a deliberately gentle voice, Zhou Yunsheng took the initiative to extend a peace offering, "Zhiyao, it's getting late. Let me take you home."
Without thinking, Wen Zhiyao rejected him harshly, saying, "No need, I can go home by myself."
The thought of Zhou Yunsheng's dealings with Jian Keyan made it impossible for Wen Zhiyao to remain unaffected.
The time spent alone with Zhou Yunsheng had changed from sweet to torturous.
This change in her feelings made Wen Zhiyao more eager to avoid Zhou Yunsheng.
Not wanting to miss the opportunity, Zhou Yunsheng impulsively advanced, "Zhiyao..."
But Jiang She blocked his way. With an impatient look, he asked unexpectedly, "Can't you see that Wen Zhiyao doesn't want to be alone with you?"
Zhou Yunsheng clenched his fist. How dare Jiang She, the illegitimate child of the Jiang family, interfere in his relationship with Wen Zhiyao time and time again?
"This is between Zhiyao and me. It's none of your business," Zhou Yunsheng defended his pride.
After all, she was his fiancée, and he stood tall with this fact.
Yet, Wen Zhiyao didn't want to keep entangled with them.
"I'm tired. I'm going home." Her icy glamorous face became even colder, she turned to leave without a second thought.
She didn't give Zhou Yunsheng any face at all.
Jiang She glanced at the other man, snickering, "Betrothed... where were you when your fiancee was in danger?"
Jiang She's gaze was full of aggression, staring straight at Zhou Yunsheng.
A 'thud' resounded in Zhou Yunsheng's heart, and he instinctively avoided Jiang She's gaze, feeling somewhat guilty.
Jiang She couldn't be bothered to argue with him anymore, warning, "If you want to pretend to be affectionate, do it elsewhere in the future. Perhaps, other women will fall for your act."
Zhou Yunsheng's fist, held tight at his side, he dared not throw it in the end.
Jiang She, a notorious profligate son in Jiangnan City, whose bad reputation was as well-known as drinking water.
But he, Zhou Yunsheng, was the future successor carefully cultured by Zhou family, who needed to behave prudently at all times, aiming to be a useful asset in people's eyes.
As Zhou Yunsheng was about to retort, his phone rang from his pocket. Taking it out to check, it was another call from Jian Keyan.
Jiang She cast him a meaningful glance, sarcastic and unhidden in his eyes.
Zhou Yunsheng felt like he was stripped naked and thrown on the roadside, his face full of embarrassment.
The phone rang over and over again, like a death knell.
After hesitating for several seconds, Zhou Yunsheng finally picked up the call and left at Jian Keyan's behest.
Wen Zhiyao had walked quite a while without seeing Zhou Yunsheng catch up. It seemed he had to leave because of Jian Keyan.
A shrill whistle broke the silence, and a sports car pulled up beside her. Jiang She, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the window, exuded a raffish air.
Jiang She playfully teased, "Hey, pretty lady, all by yourself? Want a ride with me? I have a cat at home that can dance on its hind legs. Want to see?"
Unable to help herself, Wen Zhiyao rolled her eyes. If she hadn't been to Jiang She's house, she would have really believed that he actually had a cat.
Without thinking, Wen Zhiyao refused him, "I was actually interested in seeing your cat do handstands, but then I remembered, my dog invited his girlfriend over today. So I needed to keep an eye on them. Sorry, Mr. Jiang, definitely next time."
Wen Zhiyao slung her bag over her shoulder. At this moment, the bus arrived at its stop. The door opened, and after dropping a coin in the box, she boarded the bus.
Upon returning home, Wen Zhiyao dumped her belongings on the sofa and fetched her bathrobe for a shower.
Half an hour later, she came back to her bedroom, towel-drying her hair on the go.
A message from Jiang She had popped up on the phone on the table. She picked it up to check it out.
Jiang She, "Do the clothes fit perfectly?"
Jiang She, "Do you remember what you promised me earlier today?"
Wen Zhiyao nonchalantly opened the scanning function on her phone, aiming it at the label on the clothes. Instantly, a product page appeared.
Granny's latest fairy-style dress, 39999 yuan.
Wen Zhiyao was taken aback. She hadn't expected the dress to be so expensive. No wonder Jiang She was nagging her for feedback.
Wen Zhiyao opened the images of the dress model, clicked, and favorited them, then saved the video of the model showing off the dress onto her phone. Afterwards, she forwarded all the pictures and the video to Jiang She.
With that, she closed Whatsapp and turned off her phone.
She had promised to give him pictures and a video, but she didn't agree that these had to be of herself.
On the other side, Jiang She was sipping red wine when his phone suddenly beeped. He picked it up, opened the pictures, and was greeted by a wave of internet influencer style.
The person in the pictures was definitely not Wen Zhiyao.
Did she photoshop herself this heavily?" Jiang She muttered to himself, his finger scrolling to the video. The woman in it was explaining about the dress's fabric and target audience.
Only then did Jiang She realize that he had been tricked by Wen Zhiyao.
Wen Zhiyao, you're going to pay for this!
The next day, in the Jiang Family's real estate elevator, everyone exited the elevator to wait for the next one as a particular person entered.
Wen Zhiyao turned around in confusion, only to see an intimidating looking Jiang She.
She too understood why everyone else had left. In order to blend in, she took a few steps towards the door, ready to exit the elevator. Suddenly, a large hand appeared on her arm and forcefully pulled her back into the elevator.
The elevator doors closed, blocking the view of many prying eyes.
Wen Zhiyao quickly shook off Jiang She's hand and eyed him warily, her words laced with teasing, "Mr. Jiang, did your cat keep you up with its acrobatics? Is that why you're in such a bad mood?"
Jiang She pinned her against the elevator wall, his hands resting on the wall behind her, intentionally closing the distance between them.
Jiang She was not easy to fool, he hadn't forgotten about last night's incident.
"For trying to bamboozle me with those ugly internet pics, Wen Zhiyao, do you think I'm a fool?" Jiang She laughed out of sheer anger, his eyes locking onto Wen Zhiyao, not giving her any chance to escape.
Wen Zhiyao wore a poker face as she looked at Jiang She, a playful light dancing in her beautiful eyes. She voluntarily grabbed Jiang She's tie with the same force that Xuan Meimei had used the day before.