Chapter 8

Help me apply sunscreen

The sea breeze ruffled Cheng Sangluo's bangs and also freely lifted the hem of her shirt.

She rested her hands on the railing, gazing at the wealthy second-generation heirs boarding the yacht one after another, her lips gradually pursing into a straight line.

No matter when, these people standing at the top of the tower could always easily evoke her hatred.

Her expensive, glamorous attire, the occasional chuckles, or the mocking glances she gave others—any one of these details could sting her eyes.

The beautiful woman beside him was the epitome of all his hatred; she only needed to smile, and Cheng Sangluo would have to build a high wall around his heart.

"Anyway, it's still early, you can think about it." Lin Jin remained in a lazy manner, even dragging out her words.

She considers herself no good person and often displays arrogance towards many things, but she has an inexplicable patience for Cheng Sangluo.

Cheng Sangluo turned to look at the nonchalant, crazy woman. Her eyes were so deep that Cheng Sangluo couldn't glean any extra information from them.

She put her hands in her pockets and asked calmly, "Is this a slap in the face followed by a treat?"

Lin Jin rested her head on his shoulder, smiling charmingly, "What a vivid metaphor!"

"This is not a metaphor, but a fact."

In Cheng Sangluo's eyes, Lin Jin was a contradictory figure. She once made him lose his job, but then extended an olive branch to him. Her attitude was sometimes good and sometimes bad, so complicated that it was impossible for anyone to understand or guess what she was thinking.

Seeing Gu Shinian waving, Lin Jin asked, "So... are you taking this service?"

“That’s right, why turn down money?” Cheng Sangluo finally agreed, and casually took out her phone from her pocket. “I’ll pay half of the wages in advance, so you won’t try to trick me again later.”

Lin Jin glanced at the businesslike little dog and smiled, "Are you greedy for money, or are you afraid you won't get paid later?"

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Despite the mockery, she quickly scanned the QR code. "Don't worry, when it comes to paying, I'm not only trustworthy but also very generous."

Cheng Sangluo stared at her phone, silently counting tens, hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands, then looked up blankly, "You gave me too much, I don't want the extra."

"This is a reward, a reward for you starting to learn how to bend over."

Lin Jin felt that her second lesson hadn't been in vain, and there had to be some kind of reward mechanism. Perhaps she was just being stubborn and didn't want to be too direct about showing concern for material things.

Cheng Sangluo scoffed and asked, "Is there anything I can do?"

Lin Jin pointed to his yacht, "You can go aboard that boat and lend a hand when guests need service. You've worked at a club before, you can't be so clueless, can you?"

"Is it really that simple?" Cheng Sangluo asked suspiciously. Was this money being made far too easily?

Lin Jin spread his hands and shrugged, laughing, "I asked you to perform acrobatics for the guests, but you can't."

"Then I'll go say hello to my friend first."

"I don't have much patience; my things are still waiting for you to take them upstairs."

Lin Jin didn't want Cheng Sangluo and Bai Mu to be together, so she made up an excuse. In fact, her outfit had already been taken care of.

"What is this? Where is it? I'll go get it."

Lin Jin didn't say anything, but pointed to herself.

"How ridiculous, who compares themselves to an object... You're not an object." Cheng Sangluo said sarcastically, then turned to go find Bai Mu.

Lin Jin hooked her hem and criticized, "How can you be so rude to your employer? Can't you have any service spirit?"

She pretended to be relaxed and magnanimous on the surface, but inwardly she cursed, "This scoundrel's mouth is truly poisoned!"

......

Who are you looking at?

Gu Shinian sat on the armrest of the sofa and gently embraced the person with a straight back.

Ji Nanxing gazed thoughtfully out the floor-to-ceiling window, towards the viewing terrace.

"I didn't see anything."

She turned her gaze away at the sound and shook her head. Just as she reached out to hug Gu Shinian's waist, her supple body naturally sat on her lap.

Gu Shinian looked up at the figure in the distance and smiled, "You seem to be very interested in that person."

"No, I just feel like I've seen it somewhere before, but I can't remember where I've seen it before."

Ji Nanxing is the captain of the Zhouhai Criminal Investigation Detachment. She is more sensitive to things than the average person. When she first saw Cheng Sangluo, she had a feeling of déjà vu, but she couldn't remember whether they had ever crossed paths before.

"You look at everything like you're a criminal." Gu Shinian hooked Ji Nanxing's chin and kissed him. "You took time off to be with me, don't be so tense, okay?"

"Okay, you're the boss today, I'll do whatever you say."

Ji Nanxing always spoke doting words with a blank expression. She was usually cautious in her actions, but she couldn't resist the birthday girl, so she responded with a light kiss.

The two were deeply in love and wanted to be together all the time.

It wasn't until Lin Jin brought Cheng Sangluo closer that the rapidly escalating ambiguous atmosphere was broken.

“It’s not good to ‘kill a dog’ in public.” Lin Jin teased the two for being too intimate, then turned to look at Cheng Sangluo, as if to say, “You can hug me and kiss me like that too.”

Cheng Sangluo's gaze swept across Ji Nanxing's face, her eyes were indifferent, but concealed a hint of probing.

As an outsider, she felt there was no need to participate in the conversation, so she prepared to leave, saying, "If there's nothing else, I'll wait for you on the yacht."

Lin Jin noticed her deep unease and hooked her sleeve again. "No, we should be together."

*

Lin Jin's yacht is large and luxurious, with three floors that can accommodate the living and dining needs of at least 15 people, making it like a floating hotel.

The yacht club's staff wore uniforms, so there was no shortage of manpower.

Cheng Sangluo stood on the stern deck, realizing he had been tricked yet again, and was so angry that his eyes went black.

Right now, the two yachts are heading towards a private area of ​​water.

The party area on the top floor was filled with loud music and laughter, shattering the tranquility.

Lin Jin accompanied the guests for a short while, then stepped down the spiral staircase, seemingly searching for something.

She changed into a sexy bikini dress; the bright red accentuated her fair skin, making her look elegant yet tasteful, alluring and captivating.

Finally finding the hiding puppy, her eyes lit up. "Why don't you go up and play?"

"There's nothing fun about it."

Cheng Sangluo's understanding of entertainment is still based on her time in the military.

The days off in the military are very lively, with all sorts of group activities. You can play ball, sing, or even play VR games.

She doesn't drink alcohol and isn't good at socializing. After spending several years in prison, it's even harder for her to fit in, let alone at a gathering of wealthy people like this.

Lin Jin put her hands behind her back and leaned closer, saying, "Help me apply sunscreen."

"Don't you have your own hands?" Cheng Sangluo deliberately kept her distance, as if Lin Jin was radiating a scorching heat, her jawline taut like a fully drawn bowstring.

Lin Jin grabbed her collar. "Don't forget, I've already paid the service fee."

Cheng Sangluo, realizing she was in the wrong, blushed and stammered, "Okay... how do I apply it..."

"Just apply it like this or that." Lin Jin sat down on the beach chair and tossed a tube of sunscreen into her arms. "Hurry up, if I get tanned, you won't be able to afford the maintenance fees."

Cheng Sangluo reluctantly clenched the sunscreen, her knuckles turning white from squeezing too hard.

When she saw Lin Jin untie the straps of her bikini, she abruptly turned her head away, veins bulging in her neck, "Hey, hey, hey... why are you taking this off..."

She cracked her knuckles as she gripped the sunscreen, then casually pulled the rope and tied it into a tight knot. "There's a limit to how much you can mess with people."

Lin Jin turned around and stared at her incredulously, "What are you doing?!"

"To prevent you from exposing yourself!" Cheng Sangluo said matter-of-factly, squinting her eyes as she rubbed the lotion evenly onto her palm.

"How ridiculous." Lin Jin snorted and lay down, her long hair naturally cascading over her shoulders and back.

When Cheng Sangluo brushed her hair aside, a rich scent of cedar wafted out.

Whenever she smelled that familiar scent, she would unconsciously increase her breathing rate, and inexplicably feel a sense of calm.

When her gaze fell on her right shoulder blade, she frowned; there was a fleshy scar the size of a palm.

It was dull and wrinkled, looking just like a bitter face.

She hesitated for a moment, but her fingertips still gently rubbed the scar. The uneven texture gave people the illusion that it was very painful.

Lin Jin's previously relaxed back trembled slightly. "Does it look ugly?"

Cheng Sangluo couldn't see that the woman, who always smiled confidently, now had a faint melancholy in her eyes, but she quickly smiled indifferently again, "It's no big deal."

These words sounded like Lin Jin's self-comfort, but she wanted to hear what the puppy would say, even though she knew that dogs couldn't say anything good.

Although Cheng Sangluo hated Lin Jin to the core, she wouldn't use this old wound as a weapon.

She just couldn't understand why someone as rich as Lin Jin could solve his scars with cosmetic surgery, so... why did this crazy woman keep these scars?

"Tch, what's so special about that?" Cheng Sangluo temporarily put aside her grudges, patted Lin Jin on the shoulder, and gestured for her to look at her.

Lin Jin turned around and saw that the puppy had already taken off its shirt and was now busy lifting up its vest.

The numerous old scars were shocking to behold, almost covering the entire back.

Cheng Sangluo curled her lip dismissively, "That's what you call ugly. You're so rich, getting cosmetic surgery to remove scars isn't difficult, why keep it?"

Lin Jin's eyes were broken, and her throat felt choked with anxiety.

She didn't ask how she got these injuries, her voice suddenly turning icy: "Can't I keep them as medals?"

Cheng Sangluo was speechless for a moment, her lips moving but no sound came out.

I thought that showing off my old work-related injuries would have a comforting effect, but instead, the atmosphere fell into a deathly silence.

She buried herself in applying sunscreen.

The rough texture of the fingertips was unique, arousing both Lin Jin's desire and secret pleasure.

She placed her hands under her face, closed her eyes, and savored the moment, then asked softly, "Are you afraid of me?"

Are you afraid I'll eat you?