Chapter 69 Chapter 69 What’s wrong with this woman?

Yu Sixie's heart ached at the complete coldness and rejection in Xitong's eyes. He knew that conventional explanations were pale and powerless at this moment.

In a hurry, he suddenly took out his mobile phone, his fingers even trembling with anxiety, and quickly unlocked the screen and almost stuffed it in front of Xitong's eyes.

"Look at this!"

The man's voice was fast and urgent, with a kind of anxiety that came from being forced into a desperate situation.

On the screen were Yu Ziche's shameless text messages:

[Brother! Give me a chance to make amends! My car is fixed, and I'll definitely take you to pick up your sister-in-law safely!]

Please, brother! Please let me have some presence!

[I promise not to stop or look around, and get out of here after you drop me off!]

Yu Sixie swiped the screen quickly, his tone urgent and sharp, trying to connect all the doubts.

"In the car, Yu Ziche kept giving me water for no apparent reason! Bottle after bottle! I wasn't thirsty at all, but he annoyed me into drinking quite a bit! As soon as we got to the restaurant, I rushed to find the restroom! That's when I ran into her in the hallway!"

He stuffed the phone directly into Xitong's hand. His palm was slightly hot with excitement. His eyes were fixed on her, not allowing her to avoid him.

"I'll give you this phone! You can check it any way you want! Chat logs, call logs, itineraries... everything is available for you to see! I don't have anything to hide from you!"

Yu Sixie took a deep breath, trying to suppress the lump in his throat. His voice slowed down a bit, but with a deeper earnestness.

"Xitong, you can be angry with me, you can scold me, you can even hit me again... anything is fine! But I beg you, don't sentence me to death all at once, don't hide away and sulk... Give me a chance to explain myself, okay?"

The man's forehead even had beads of sweat on it because of his anxiety. All his calmness and composure disappeared in the face of Xi Tong's resolute back and tears, leaving only the most primitive panic and the urgent need to hold her.

…

The late winter night wind swept across the remote bridge, bringing with it a chill that penetrated into the bone marrow, ruffling the loose hair on Xitong's forehead and rippling the dark river water under the bridge.

The neon lights of the city in the distance flickered silently like blurry star clusters.

She held Yu Sixie's phone, which still retained his body temperature, in both hands, and the cold metal shell was gradually warmed by her fingertips.

The man in front of me had shed all the calmness and dignity he had at work. His expensive suit was a little messy due to the wind, and his tie was askew to one side.

The wind messed up her hair, with a few strands resting unruly on her brow bones.

Those eyes that were always deep and calm were now filled with undisguised anxiety and panic. They stared at her without blinking, as if they were afraid that she would disappear in the blink of an eye.

There was still a faint trace of red on his cheeks from being slapped by her, which made him look a little pitiful and a little... funny in the cold wind.

A man who should have been able to strategize and make things happen in the world of fame and fortune, was now standing on the bridge in the howling cold wind, revealing an almost embarrassing vulnerability because of her.

Suddenly, an extremely inexplicable emotion surged into Xitong's heart.

It wasn't forgiveness after rational analysis, nor was it compromise after weighing the pros and cons. Instead, it was a more mysterious, more sudden feeling... a sense of relief and contemplation.

She actually laughed softly.

At first it was just a slight shaking of the shoulders, then the laughter became clearer, with a lazy, even ostentatious tone.

She raised her eyes and looked at the stunned Yu Sixie. Her eyes, which were originally filled with anger and tears, now seemed to be free of mist as if blown away by the wind, revealing a strange glow. As her eyes moved, they actually brought out strands of charm.

Yu Sixie was completely stunned.

He looked at Xitong's sudden smile, and saw her eyes instantly shed all her youthful innocence, becoming lively and even a little coquettish. An almost unbelievable thought suddenly rushed into his mind -

She...remembered it?!

Just when he was shocked and almost blurted out a question, Xitong stopped laughing.

She looked him up and down with a slow, scrutinizing gaze, as if assessing an interesting collectible.

Then, her red lips parted slightly, her voice a little vague due to the wind, but with a clear, hook-like charm:

"Oh? Finished explaining?"

Xi Tong tilted her head slightly, her fingertips unconsciously sliding across the cold screen of her phone. "Then... what does Mr. Yu intend to use to compensate me for the... shock and grievance I just suffered?"

Yu Sixie's heart was still beating wildly over the question of whether his memory would be restored. Upon hearing Xi Tong's words, he responded without hesitation, "As long as you can calm down, anything is fine."

This sentence is like a spell that starts some secret ritual.

The smile on Xitong's face deepened.

She took a small step forward, closing the distance between them that had been created by the confrontation.

The cold night wind seemed unable to penetrate this space that suddenly became ambiguous and tense.

She raised her hand, but did not return the phone to Yu Sixie. Instead, she stretched out her slender index finger, and her cold fingertips gently touched the chest of his well-made suit, feeling his rapid and powerful heartbeat coming from under the fabric.

Then, the fingertips slowly moved upwards, brushing across the warmth, and finally, landed on the slightly loosened tie knot.

Xitong's movements were slow, with a deliberate, torturous delay.

He wrapped his fingertips around the dark silk tie and applied a little force, but instead of tearing it apart, he slowly pulled Yu Sixie towards him, following the gentle yet irresistible force.

The man froze completely, his breathing suddenly tightening.

He leaned forward slightly in response to her strength, his eyes fixed on the face so close to him, looking at the strange yet familiar look in Xitong's eyes.

It only appears when we are whispering in each other's ears in bed...

The distance between the two was instantly compressed to the extreme.

Their noses were almost touching, their breaths inevitably intertwined, the air filled with the faint fragrance of both of them, mixed with the chill of the winter night.

Xi Tong stood on tiptoe slightly, and her moist and soft red lips came close to Yu Sixie's Adam's apple, which was rolling slightly due to nervousness, then slowly moved upwards, finally stopping at his ear.

A warm scent, with a faint hint of alcohol, brushed across his sensitive earlobe like a feather.

Then, she spoke a few words in a very soft and slow voice.

The voice was so soft that it was blown away by the evening breeze as soon as it came out, melting into the background noise of the city.

Yu Sixie's pupils suddenly contracted and his whole body seemed to tense up.

Then, an extremely complicated expression passed across his face—shock, disbelief, and a huge desire that suddenly ignited, eventually turning into a deep, dark fire that almost swallowed him.

His Adam's apple rolled violently, and when he spoke again, his voice was terribly hoarse:

"……good."

Xitong got the answer she wanted, and the corners of her mouth curled up in a satisfied and somewhat cunning arc.

She loosened her fingers from around his tie and even kindly straightened his wrinkled collar, her movements so gentle that it felt like a soothing gesture, yet also like a deeper provocation.

Then she took a step back, put some distance between them, and shoved his phone back into his hand.

Throughout the whole process, Xitong had an unpredictable, lazy and charming smile on her face.

"Then...it's settled. Wait for me, it'll be ready soon."

After leaving these words lightly, she turned around, walked back towards the "Zhuyun" restaurant against the wind, with a calm pace, as if she was not the one who lost control, cried, and slapped someone in the face in the cold wind just now.

Only Yu Sixie was left standing there stiffly, holding the phone that still held her warmth in his hand. Her whispers like magic words and the shuddering warm breath brushing past his ears seemed to still echo in his ears.

The evening breeze was still cold, but he felt that his blood was burning. Something that had been suppressed and imprisoned for too long was finally torn open by Xitong's sudden action.

He watched her gradually receding figure, his eyes as deep as the dark river beneath his feet.

…

Xitong did not return to the noisy private room, but instead scanned the slightly secluded rest area corridor with precise eyes.

Sure enough, Xue Ying was sitting alone on an antique embroidered cushion, with her head lowered, her cell phone in her hand, her shoulders slightly heaving, as if she was still feeling aggrieved by the "misunderstanding" just now.

Xitong walked straight over, and the sound of her high heels hitting the ground was particularly clear in the quiet corridor.

Xueying heard footsteps and looked up. Seeing Xitong coming back, a perfect look of panic and apology immediately appeared on her face. She stood up and cried, "Senior Sister Xitong, you're back? I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to, I..."

Xitong raised her hand to stop her from speaking.

There were no harsh words or hysterical questioning as expected.

Xitong just looked at Xueying quietly. Her eyes, which were filled with confusion and clarity not long ago, now looked like ice-hardened glass.

Sharp and cold.

Even Xueying felt uneasy when she saw Xitong at this moment. The words she had prepared got stuck in her throat and she subconsciously avoided her sight.

What's wrong with this woman? ...

"Xueying," Xitong said, her voice calm and without a ripple, yet carrying an undeniable sense of oppression, "Some little tricks are childish if played once, but twice..."

The woman paused slightly, the corners of her lips curled up in a very faint, emotionless arc, "It's just stupid."

She took a step forward, approaching Xueying. The two were so close that she lowered her voice so that only the two of them could hear it. "I don't care about your little thoughts. But don't treat me like a fool, and don't touch my things or me again."

Xitong's gaze lingered on Xueying's instantly pale face for two seconds, with an almost contemptuous look in his eyes. Then, without even looking at her again, he turned and left.

Xueying froze in place, her fingers tightly gripping the corner of her clothes, her nails almost digging into her palms.

Xi Tong's fleeting glance made her feel as if all her thoughts had been ripped open and exposed in broad daylight, leaving nothing to hide...

Xitong returned to the door of the private room with a proper smile on her face.

Pushing open the door, the noise inside paused for a moment because of her reappearance.

"I'm sorry, everyone. I just had to deal with something urgent." She said clearly, her voice clear and natural, with a sense of control over the situation. "Teacher, fellow students, thank you all for your hospitality and welcome today. I'm really happy. But I'm a little tired today, so I'll take my leave now."

She was calm and spoke clearly, completely different from the newcomer who was a little reserved and even needed excessive care and introduction from the instructor.

Xitong took the initiative to pick up the wine glass and toasted the mentor and everyone else with an elegant gesture and without a single mistake.

Everyone was stunned as they watched her drink the whole drink in one gulp, then swiftly pick up her bag, smile and nod goodbye, then turn and leave. The whole process was as smooth as flowing water, without any hesitation or delay.

The door of the private room closed behind Xitong.

There was silence inside for a few seconds before someone murmured, "Uh... Junior Sister Xitong...did she go out for some fresh air and come back as a different person?"