Chapter 85 Got Caught
Cen Wan, who always leaves late, left the studio on time at 4 pm for two consecutive days. Xiao Lin couldn't help but feel curious.
On the third day, she finally couldn't help but ask, "Sister Wan, has anything happened to you recently?"
According to Cen Wan's personality, she would definitely seize the time to make the paint as quickly as possible. Although she came early recently, she also left early.
Cen Wan didn't know what to say. She had to buy the cake before Fuyuan closed and then go back. Besides, she was not very comfortable leaving Shen Yixiao home alone.
She hesitated for two seconds and said, "I'm looking at houses recently and have to go back to my friend's house early in the evening."
Xiao Lin also knew that her address had been exposed and she had been threatened by those fanatical fans, so she asked with concern, "So how's your search going? My friend is also looking to move recently, but hasn't seen a suitable house yet."
"I contacted a few companies on my phone and plan to go check them out later."
"Then I'll go with you."
The studio's working hours were relatively flexible, so after lunch, they went house hunting together. Cen Wan was looking at one-bedroom properties, also on Changqing Road, not too far from the studio.
I just looked at several places, but either the interior decoration was too old or the rent was too expensive, and the cost-effectiveness was not high.
Finally, she found a place she liked, which was close to the subway station and located on the upper floors of an old residential complex with an elevator. Although the rent was a bit high, it was within her acceptable range. She told the agent that she would go back and think about it for two days.
After looking at the house, Cen Wan went back to where she used to live. With Xiaolin accompanying her, she was not so scared.
When she got out of the elevator, she was a little surprised by the scene in front of her.
The bloodstains and dirt at the door had been cleaned up, and the walls seemed to have been repainted, making them cleaner than before.
Is the property management so dedicated?
Just as Cen Wan took out her key, the door next door opened and a middle-aged woman came out carrying trash. She was also startled when she saw her: "Xiao Cen, you're back? Are you okay?"
Cen Wan shook her head: "I'm fine, Sister Lin."
Sister Lin: "That's good. A few days ago, a lot of police came to the community, checking the surveillance and questioning people. I heard that those who threw things at your door were arrested and are now in custody!"
Cen Wan was stunned. She hadn't held much hope. Even if they caught those people, they would only give them a verbal warning at most, and the police didn't question her. She didn't expect that everything was resolved.
After a few more pleasantries, Sister Lin went downstairs to throw away the trash, and Cen Wan and Xiao Lin came in.
Everything in the house was the same as before. Cen Wan brought a bottle of mineral water to Xiao Lin and said, "Sit down for a while. I'll get something."
Although the outside world had returned to normal, the address had been exposed, and there was no telling when it would be attacked by those fanatical and insane fans. Cen Wan felt sick at the thought of this. The bloody scene had left a deep shadow on her. She didn't want to live here anymore; moving was inevitable.
Cen Wan took some daily necessities and clothes and left.
She took Xiaolin to Fuyuan and let her pick a cake as a thank you gift for today. Then she returned to No. 1 Mansion with the rose and lychee Thousand Layer Cake that Shen Yixiao wanted.
Shen Yixiao had ordered meals every night these past few days, and they were ready when she got home.
Shen Yixiao was wearing a dark cotton home suit and was setting the table. He looked up when he saw her come back and said, "Wash your hands and eat."
The light from above fell on his deep eyebrows and eyes, as if giving his cold features a layer of warmth.
Cen Wan stood at the entrance, staring at the scene in a daze.
This feeling made her yearn for it and resist it at the same time, pulling her in a contradictory way.
It wasn't until Shen Yixiao called her again that she came to her senses, bent down to change her shoes, and walked in carrying the cake.
The first thing Cen Wan did after washing her hands was to take a thermometer to take his temperature.
Looking at the temperature displayed above, she couldn't help but frown and began to doubt: "Why is it still a low-grade fever?"
Shen Yixiao's eyes flashed: "I opened the window for a while today, I wonder if it blew a cold wind."
Cen Wan pursed her lips. It’s been three days, why is he still having a fever?
She looked at Shen Yixiao. He looked normal and much better than before.
Meeting her suspicious gaze, Shen Yixiao looked away, grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards the stool: "Eat first."
Cen Wan looked at the rice and soup beside her. Why did she feel like she was the one being taken care of?
After Shen Yixiao had eaten some food, Cen Wan slowly spoke: "I went back home today."
Shen Yixiao paused, looked up at her, and waited for her to continue.
"Did you help capture those people?"
Otherwise it wouldn’t be so efficient.
Shen Yixiao's lips curled slightly, and he looked at her with a half-smile: "Are you sure?"
Cen Wan moved her lips: "Thank you."
Shen Yixiao snorted softly: "I don't accept verbal thanks."
Cen Wan: "Then what do you want?"
Shen Yixiao raised the corners of his eyes slightly, his dark pupils staring straight at her, his voice low and sexy: "Is anything possible?"
Cen Wan's heart trembled at his burning and aggressive gaze. She lowered her eyes to avoid his sight, her black and curly eyelashes trembling slightly.
Seeing her evasive look, Shen Yixiao didn't dwell on the topic.
There was only one thing he wanted from the beginning to the end.
Moreover, we must win.
…
After dinner, Shen Yixiao received a call while Cen Wan was packing her things.
She caught a glimpse of the thermometer beside her, frowned slightly, picked it up, looked at it, and measured herself again.
She looked at the number above and fell silent.
Cen Wan turned her head and looked at the man standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and talking on the phone with a complicated expression.
I was worried about him before and didn't think much about it, but now I realize it.
Shen Yixiao has always been incredibly strong, so how could he have a fever for four or five days in a row?
She didn't know whether the temperature gun was broken or Chen Yixiao had tampered with it, but what she knew was that she was no longer suitable to live here.
Cen Wan took out her cell phone and sent a message to the agent she had met that afternoon, saying that she had rented the house.
After Shen Yixiao finished the call, he turned around and saw Cen Wan standing there looking at him, holding a temperature gun in her hand with a cold expression.
Oh no, I got caught.
However, he still didn't feel any shame, and walked towards her with long legs, and asked nonchalantly: "What's wrong?"
Cen Wan didn't say anything, but raised her hand to touch his forehead: "Are you still running a fever?"
Shen Yixiao opened his thin lips slightly, and said sincerely: "I don't know, my throat hurts, my head hurts sometimes, and my hands don't feel strong, but they don't seem hot."
Cen Wan raised her eyes and met his deep pupils. His eyeballs were pitch black, like obsidian moistened by water, crystal clear.
Looks very innocent.
Cen Wan looked away, forcing herself not to be soft-hearted. Her voice was cold: "That's good. You look fine. I've already found a house and will move out tomorrow..."
Before she finished speaking, her phone vibrated again. It was a message from the agent:
[Sorry, Ms. Cen, we have already rented out this house]
Shen Yixiao's dark, narrow eyes narrowed slightly and fell on her phone screen: "Wouldn't it be nice to live with me?"
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