Chapter 171...Childish.
Cheng Yu'an hadn't noticed anything unusual yet, and he continued to gently suggest, "We've just introduced Dutch tulips to the back garden. Do you want to go see them? There's a special light show at night..."
Before he finished speaking, Mu Jia had already quietly taken a half step back. Cheng Yu'an wanted to reach out and smooth down her hair that had been tousled by the night wind, but Mu Jia dodged her mid-air without a trace.
"No," she gathered her knitted cardigan, her fingertips leaving crescent-shaped red marks on her arms. "It's getting late. I should go back."
The two walked side by side to the main road. Mu Jia declined Cheng Yu'an's offer to take him home and waved for a car.
Cheng Yu'an watched her leave, and finally his eyes fell on a sports car not far away. The car had been parked not far away since it followed them just now, without moving.
He looked in that direction and suddenly waved to a worker, "Go over and take a look. If the car hasn't left yet, take a picture and bring it back to me."
The worker was gone for a while, and when he came back, he reported to Cheng Yu'an, "The car has left."
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Mu Jia got into the back seat of the taxi.
I told the driver an address and said, "Drive slowly, I feel carsick."
The seat belt buckles with a click.
Outside the car window, the neon lights were smudged into blurred blocks of color in the rain, flowing on the glass like spilled paint, colorful.
Mu Jia looked at the rapidly receding city silhouette.
I vaguely recalled the scene of riding the night bus with Cheng Yuan in college.
At that time, the lights outside the window were also bright and bizarre, and he always let her lean on his shoulder for a nap.
The scenery is similar, but the mood is no longer the same.
They all entered society, like two forked roads, gradually going their separate ways.
"Passenger, is that person in the sports car behind you someone you know?" Mu Jia opened her eyes and the driver's voice brought her back to reality.
In the rearview mirror, there was a silver-gray sports car, like a ghost, chasing their car closely.
The sound of the Aston Martin's engine penetrated the soundproof glass, like the suppressed roar of an angry beast.
Mu Jia unconsciously leaned against the car window and shook his head at the driver, "Probably not."
The red light at the intersection suddenly turned on and the driver slammed on the brakes.
Inertia caused Mu Jia to lean forward, and the seat belt hurt his collarbone. In this brief pause, the silver-gray sports car drifted beautifully and drove away from in front of them.
The wipers swung mechanically. Mu Jia rubbed his eyes, thinking that he must have been wrong.
The driver, still shaken by the incident, said to her, "Passenger, I'm going to turn right and go around this section of the road. There may be some people driving sports cars on this section of the road... Don't worry."
Mu Jia shook his head, indicating that he could do whatever he wanted.
It was already 9:30 in the evening when we arrived at our destination.
Mu Jia lowered his head and checked his phone. There were no missed calls, and no messages from other people in the message bar. There was only a message from Cheng Yuan saying "Tell me when you get home."
Mu Jia walked towards home. Just as he inserted the key into the keyhole, the crisp sound of metal collision had not yet dissipated when he was suddenly pulled into the fire escape set up in the nearby villa area by a sudden force.
It's very quiet here, especially at night, when no one comes.
The chirping of birds and insects can be heard all around.
The scent of cedar mixed with the aroma of whiskey and the dampness of the night rain enveloped the sky.
The emergency light cast a scarlet glow on his face, like an unhealed bloodstain.
“Hmm—”
Mu Jia's exclamation was blocked by the heavy fire door.
Xie Siyan's palm pressed heavily against her ear, and the coolness of the marble behind him seeped into her spine through the thin fabric.
Mu Jia raised her eyes and saw that the raindrops on his Adam's apple were still wet and were slowly sliding into the collar of his shirt. The look in her eyes was more terrifying than the heavy rain outside the window.
"Chasing after me and getting tangled up with others?"
Xie Siyan's voice was hoarse and his eyes fell on her. Mu Jia pushed his body and looked outside through his shoulder.
Sure enough, there was a car parked there.
The silver-gray Aston Martin DB11 is like a predator in the dark night, its streamlined body glowing with a cold heavy metal luster under the street lights.
Matrix LED headlights split the rain curtain.
Two sharp streaks of light and shadow were cast on the wet asphalt road in front of her residence.
Mu Jia raised her head and met his gaze, her breathing unconsciously stagnating, "...You are crazy."
Her voice was so soft that it was almost lost in the sound of the heavy rain, and her fingertips unconsciously pressed against his chest.
The image of the Aston Martin madly weaving through traffic just now still flashed back in my mind.
The burning smell of the tires rubbing against the ground during sudden braking, the moment when she couldn't open her eyes because of the high beam, and the car whizzing past her car almost at the deadly distance.
"If you want to die, don't take me with you..."
After saying that, Mu Jia seemed to remember something and shrugged his nose. Then a guess came to his mind. He raised his hand and touched his forehead with the back of his hand:
"You wouldn't..."
Are you taking drugs?
Sometimes in the upper class circles, there are many people who have a lot of fun, especially since she has had overseas experience, she has a better understanding of what kind of people are in this circle.
When she was with Cheng Yu'an before, she had never worried.
After all, Cheng Yu'an is known for his cautious nature.
Xie Siyan...
Xie Siyan lowered his eyes, and when she tried to move her hand away, he actually nudged her with his forehead, a bit like... a large dog.
He seemed to think she was worried about him catching a cold or having a fever, and said in a resentful tone, "You still care about me."
Mu Jia,?
Xie Siyan, "No fever."
Mu Jia, "..."
Mu Jia coughed and removed her hand from his cold forehead. She was really worried about her now. "Do you know how dangerous it was just now? You forced the taxi to stop. Do you want to be on the headlines of social news with me tomorrow? You are not young anymore, why are you so..."
……childish.
Xie Siyan's hand joints suddenly tightened, his knuckles digging deep into the soft flesh of her waist. Mu Jia groaned in pain, but he took the opportunity to press even harder.
"I haven't answered the question yet."
His voice was unusually low and hoarse.
Mu Jia sighed. He originally wanted to explain to Cheng Yu'an that he was just going to see the public welfare projects he invested in. When Mu Jia was in school, he liked to do charity work and cared about children in mountainous areas.
Cheng Yu'an also knew.
Mentioning this topic, she naturally would not refuse to go.
but……
Mu Jia hesitated for a moment.
The sense of touch in the darkness is infinitely magnified.
Mu Jia could clearly feel the thin calluses on his palms caressing the skin around her waist, and the scorching warmth came through the thin fabric.
The humid air in the fire escape seemed to have woven a web from which there was no escape.
She was dazed and looked up and asked him, "What about you and Chi Wu? Isn't this just a reciprocity?"
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