Shen Mingyue's hand was seriously injured, and she still hadn't returned by the time she got off work.
It was deep into the night.
Shen Wanxing put down her pen and looked around.
The office was quiet, with not many people working overtime. She packed her things and went downstairs, where she took a cab toward the He family estate.
She had just walked through the corridor when she heard the sound of splashing water.
Shen Wanxing pursed her lips, looking at the solitary lights in the estate. The He family went to bed early, and there were hardly any people around at this hour, just the night watchman waiting.
As if possessed, she walked to the right, passing through a natural screen of bushes and wisteria, and before her was the open view of the swimming pool, illuminated as brightly as day.
A tall figure was swimming in the pool.
His body was well-proportioned, his hair damp, his muscles perfectly defined, his waist strong, and the curve of his hip particularly eye-catching—it was what people referred to as a "male dog waist."
Betwixt restraint, there was a hint of seductive charm that inexplicably made the heart flutter.
Shen Wanxing felt as if her legs were filled with lead, unable to move, and her ears tinged slightly red. She truly hadn't anticipated seeing such a scene. The man's eyes lightly swept over her, his deep, dark pupils locking onto her. He approached quickly, his cool palm grasping her ankle and pulling hard.
Splash.
Water splashed everywhere.
Shen Wanxing was pulled to the bottom of the swimming pool, surrounded entirely by water, a suffocating sensation overwhelming her.
She felt as though she were about to die and desperately clutched at the man's hand.
Her entire body pressed against his, like every drowning person, clinging to a lifeline—she couldn't die yet!
He Xizhou released her ankle, supporting her to float up. He carelessly pushed his wet hair back, his deep eyes staring at her.
"Cough cough..."
Shen Wanxing rested in his arms, almost coughing out her lungs.
She thought He Xizhou really wanted to drown her, as he had warned her before against being cunning. He Xizhou must have thought that at the Shens', it was she who had deliberately created the chance encounter.
The man grasped her chin, forcing her to face him directly, meticulously studying her face.
Familiar, yet perfect.
His fingers caressed her smooth left cheek, his mind in turmoil. He Xizhou despised her and released his hand, pushing her away.
"Hasn't anyone told you that no one is allowed to come here?"
This swimming pool was his territory alone; all members of the He family were forbidden from coming here at this time.
In the past three years, at night, he had always struggled to restrain the emotions rising within him, reminiscent of that passionate night. He had thought he had his condition under control, but that one unexpected incident had proven him wrong. The cold water could help him maintain his indifference and regain his sanity, but this woman had intruded yet again.
Time and again, she tested his patience.
"Cough cough... I'm sorry, Uncle, indeed no one mentioned it to me. I heard some noise here... just came to check."
Shen Wanxing's voice was hoarse from coughing, her peach blossom eyes misty with moisture, her gaze seemingly carrying a tiny hook that tantalized the heart.
"Then why did you go to the Shens? Haven't you learned your lesson yet?"
The man's gaze lightly swept over her red lips, recalling their swollen appearance during the day. His fingers tingled, harboring the soft touch left behind. In the elevator, he had pressed and ground her lips with his fingers, and yet she had not dared to resist.
Shen Wanxing subconsciously bit her lip; she couldn't be led astray by He Xizhou, she still had the task assigned by the family elder.
She looked up at He Xizhou and said, "Uncle, I had no intention of doing anything to you." False.
"On the contrary, you appointed me as the chief designer in front of everyone. Everyone thinks I'm Uncle's new flame. At the first meeting, Uncle, despite my resistance, did that to me. Now, in the dead of night, a man and a woman alone at the swimming pool. I might think, Uncle, that your targeting of me is just to capture my attention."