Chapter 18 It’s Honey, It’s Arsenic
When Cen Wan woke up, she felt a splitting headache.
She knocked her head and it felt like it was filled with cement, heavy and ponderous.
She had overestimated her alcohol tolerance. Although she could drink a little white wine, beer, and red wine now, the ones Zhou Yang ordered last night, which included vodka, tequila, white rum, gin, and other kinds of liquor, would make her feel drunk.
She slowly sat up, and suddenly her heart skipped a beat. It was a completely unfamiliar environment. Where was this?
She subconsciously looked down at her clothes and saw that it was the same one she wore last night. She then breathed a sigh of relief.
There is a floor-to-ceiling window next to the bed. The curtains are not completely drawn, and the morning light shines through the gaps, filling the room with soft light.
The entire room is decorated in cool tones, simple yet luxurious. The walls are a deep grey with a high-end matte finish. A large leather sofa stands in the center of the room. The bedding is soft and smooth, with a high quality texture. There is also a glass of water on the bedside.
Cen Wan was stunned. She only remembered going out with Zhou Yang last night. Could it be that they were at her house?
But the style of the entire bedroom and the atmosphere in the room gave her a sense of déjà vu.
She got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom wearing a pair of pink slippers.
In the living room, Shen Yixiao was sitting with his legs crossed, looking at data on a pad. When he heard footsteps, he turned around nonchalantly: "Awake?"
Cen Wan paused, her eyes widening. How could she be in Shen Yixiao's house? She was so shocked that she moved her lips but couldn't utter a single syllable.
Shen Yixiao glanced at her calmly, put down his tablet, stood up and walked to the dining table: "Come and have breakfast when you wake up."
Cen Wan was stunned for a moment, but still followed.
She sat down opposite him and watched him eat breakfast as if nothing had happened. She felt that this scene was so distant that it seemed like a dream.
Doesn't he hate himself to death?
Cen Wan picked up the cup and drank a sip of milk, stroking the wall of the cup with her fingertips. After hesitating for a moment, she couldn't help but ask, "Why am I in your house?"
Shen Yixiao then raised his eyes and glanced at her: "Don't you remember?"
Cen Wan pursed her lips and shook her head.
Shen Yixiao put down his fork and leaned back casually: "You fell on the side of the road, and I picked you up."
"How is that possible? I was with my roommate."
Cen Wan asked back subconsciously. She was clearly with Zhou Yang. She remembered that Yan Siheng seemed to come to pick them up, but her memory after that was very vague.
Shen Yixiao pulled the corners of his lips and smiled casually: "You are determined to follow me, no matter what, what can I do?"
Cen Wan's consciousness slowed down for a moment: "I took the initiative to go with you?"
Shen Yixiao remained calm: "Well, you chased my car for two miles. If I didn't let you get in, you would jump into the river."
Cen Wan pursed her lips and realized that he was talking nonsense.
"I can't possibly do that."
Shen Yixiao leaned over and looked at her across the table: "You are drunk, anything is possible."
"You even said that you loved me so much that you couldn't help yourself and begged me to forgive you with tears in your eyes."
Cen Wan opened her lips slightly and lowered her eyes after a while.
"That's even more impossible."
She wouldn't do such a thing, not even when drunk.
She looked cold, her long eyelashes were thick and curled, and her plain little face had no expression, but the words she said were like thorns piercing Shen Yixiao's heart.
She lowered her eyes and didn't notice that Shen Yixiao's expression was getting colder by the minute.
The reason she was so sure was simply because she didn't love him.
Even if he was drunk and out of control, he wouldn't do such a thing.
Shen Yixiao's mouth curled up in a mocking arc, and he felt like a fool.
The dinner table suddenly fell into dead silence, and Shen Yixiao lost his appetite as he looked at the breakfast in front of him.
Cen Wan felt a little uneasy. She stood up and said, "Thank you for taking me in yesterday. I'm leaving now."
Shen Yixiao didn't respond or look at her, as if he didn't hear what she said.
Cen Wan picked up the bag on the living room table and hurried out.
Hearing the sound of the door opening and closing, Shen Yixiao's face was as gloomy as water, his jaw line was tense, and his big palm slowly clenched into a fist.
She didn't touch the breakfast on Cen Wan's plate.
He did it with his own hands.
It was like his heart would be trampled on by her at will.
Shen Yixiao stood up suddenly, and the stool made a sharp and harsh sound on the floor.
He picked up the breakfast on the table and threw it into the trash can along with the plate.
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After Cen Wan came out from Shen Yixiao's place, she took out her cell phone and took a look. Zhou Yang had sent her several messages.
【Wanwan, are you okay? 】
[I was still dazed when Chen Yixiao took you away last night, but I figured he wouldn't do anything to you, so don't be angry.]
[I should have known not to give you so much to drink. When you wake up, send me a message.]
Did Shen Yixiao take himself away on his own initiative?
A hint of surprise flashed across Cen Wan's eyes. The moment she raised her eyes, she saw her own reflection in the elevator mirror and was stunned for a moment.
He also took off his makeup?
Thinking about the daily necessities on the bedroom table when I woke up, they must have been newly bought.
The past came flooding back like a tide. Every bit of Chen Yixiao's kindness to her was like honey and also like arsenic.
A sour feeling surged in Cen Wan's chest, spreading uncontrollably to her limbs and bones, and her heart ached.
She would rather he hated her than this.
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