Chapter 37 Questioning
◎ “I was also surprised that we would get married”◎
"Siyue?" Yue Huan stood at the stairs, holding a large cardboard box in his arms. "Why are you standing there? There are so many mosquitoes."
"I'm going to take a call." Jiang Siyue trotted forward and held the other side of the box for her.
"Oh." Yue Huan nodded thoughtfully and asked curiously, "Is your husband urging you to go home? He must be having a hard time staying alone in the empty room when you're not home, right?"
Jiang Siyue's brain stopped working. It was hard for her to connect the words "alone in an empty room" with Zhao Yan. She denied it repeatedly, "No, he just said he wanted to send me some food."
"Wow!" Yue Huan exclaimed, "I'm so envious! If my boyfriend was this nice, I'd be moved to tears."
"You have a boyfriend?" Jiang Siyue's eyes flashed with surprise, "I've never heard you say that."
"Back home." Yue Huan's expression was visibly downcast, and he sighed, "Long-distance relationships are bound to end sooner or later. Sometimes, I, who's in a free relationship, can't beat you guys in arranged marriages."
Before she could think of words of comfort, she heard Yue Huan say, "It doesn't matter. If it doesn't work out, there's another one. There are plenty of men."
"You're so free and easy." Jiang Siyue praised sincerely. Every time they broke up or their relationship ended without a happy ending, she would be sad and heartbroken for a long time, and she was in great sorrow and pain. Meng Zhuqing often advised her not to be so devoted, to love someone three points and keep seven points in reserve, so as to protect herself, but she always seemed to be unable to do so.
Uncontrollable obsession...
"By the way, Siyue, could you ask your husband to bring me some milk tea? It's Yu Qilin soy milk tea with no ice and no sugar. It's delicious. I suggest you have one too!"
"I—" Jiang Siyue was stared at by Yue Huan's big eyes, and she couldn't say no. Whether in academics or life, Yue Huan had given her a lot of help. If she refused such a small thing as bringing milk tea, it would be too much! But the person who was being ordered around...
Under Yue Huan's pleading eyes, Jiang Siyue relaxed, "I'll help you speak."
"You are so nice!" Yue Huan smiled coquettishly and threw him a wink.
After sitting down at her workstation, Jiang Siyue sent a message to Zhao Yan with a nervous mood.
[Jiang Siyue: Yue Huan wants to drink milk tea, can you bring her a cup? ]
【Zhao Yan: Which one?】
After Jiang Siyue and Yue Huan carefully asked about the requirements, they sent them to Zhao Yan.
【Zhao Yan: Do you want milk tea? 】
【Jiang Siyue: No, I can’t sleep after drinking.】
Zhao Yan: OK.
"Siyue, when your husband arrives, tell me and I'll go downstairs to get it with you."
"Huh?" Jiang Siyue's mind went blank for a moment, "No need! I can do it myself!"
"I'm so sorry, I just happened to be going to the East Gate to pick up a package, so it was just a matter of convenience."
"Okay...okay!" Jiang Siyue squeezed out two words from between her teeth, turned around, and quickly sent a message to Zhao Yan.
[Jiang Siyue: Please leave the things in the guard room at the east gate later. Yue Huan and I will come to pick them up. Don't show up.]
【Zhao Yan: I'll be downstairs, wait a moment.】
The two messages were sent almost at the same time, and Jiang Siyue was stunned.
[Jiang Siyue: Then put it on the chair downstairs in the administration building.]
【Zhao Yan: It’s raining now, I’ll get wet.】
【Zhao Yan: [picture].jpg】
In addition to a packed meal, there were also some paper-wrapped desserts, so full that they couldn't fit on a single screen.
【Jiang Siyue: Why did you buy so much? 】
【Zhao Yan: I learned it from you.】
Last time I sent food to Zhao Yan, I bought other people's food as a cover, but it wasn't so exaggerated! Could it be that he bought one for everyone in the office?
After counting carefully, it's almost the same.
[Jiang Siyue: Are you driving your usual car today?]
【Zhao Yan: No.】
Jiang Siyue breathed a sigh of relief. If Zhao Yan was driving his usual car, she would rather go hungry than go down to get it.
Jiang Siyue: I'll be right down. Please get out of the car and wait for a while. Then you can get back in the car after I get my things.
Inside the car, Xia Qing, the assistant in the front seat, turned off the engine and unfastened her seat belt when she accidentally caught a glimpse of Zhao Yan in the back seat through the rearview mirror.
He was dressed in a black suit, his long legs slightly bent, leaning casually against the back of the chair, his dark eyes calm and peaceful, the metal collar clip emitting a very faint light under the car lights, as if there was an invisible barrier separating him from the surroundings.
Xia Qing had worked at Linglong for several years and knew that Mr. Zhao hated social engagements and banquets. He would try to avoid them whenever possible, but when he had to go, he would always have a cold face and look extremely tired on the way back.
Whenever this happened, Xia Qing would try to speak less so as not to offend him.
Following Zhao Yan's instructions, I stacked all the cakes and put them together. I looked up to check, but I found that he smiled very faintly, and the alienation around him disappeared visibly.
"Mr. Zhao, they're sending her to Room 309, right?"
"No need to send it, she will come to pick it up."
Zhao Yan's voice didn't sound much different, but Xia Qing, who knew people's hearts well, knew that he was in a good mood at the moment. He glanced at the cake in his hand. It must be the work of that mysterious lady. Inexplicably, he felt a little curious.
Soon, Xia Qing noticed the people coming out of the stairs. The girl in the lead had her long hair casually tied up. She was wearing the simplest white shirt and black pants, but she exuded a gentle and cool air.
There was a knock on the passenger window. Xia Qing rolled down the window and discovered that what was in the girl's hair was not a hairpin, but a pencil.
After finding out that it was not Zhao Yan, Jiang Siyue breathed a sigh of relief and said a little awkwardly: "Hello, please get my things." She checked the license plate and was not worried about making a mistake.
"Okay, wait a moment, ma'am."
The word "Madam" was enough to make Jiang Siyue feel scorched on the outside and tender on the inside. Seeing Xia Qing pretending to get out of the car, she quickly waved her hand to refuse, "The back seat or the trunk, I can get it myself."
Receiving Zhao Yan's eye signal from inside the car, Xia Qing no longer insisted, "Okay, Madam, on the passenger seat."
Jiang Siyue was busy picking up things, not daring to look at Yue Huan and Li Rongbo behind her. She handed them the cake and milk tea, "Keep a portion of these cakes and milk tea for yourselves, and please help me distribute the rest to other students. Thank you."
Yue Huan responded with a bright smile and pulled Li Rongbo away.
I lowered my head and looked around, even on the passenger door mat, but still couldn't find my food.
Just as he was about to click on the picture to confirm it, his hand on the back of the chair was suddenly grabbed, and he tilted his head. Zhao Yan looked straight at him, a faint light flickering in his eyes.
She rarely saw him wearing a suit, he usually wore hoodies and casual clothes. Now she saw that he looked quite good-looking. Although he was serious and aloof, he had a scholarly air that other CEOs did not have.
Yu Guangzhong, Yue Huan and Li Rongbo had already turned around and gone upstairs, and could not see the situation inside the car, but as long as they turned around and approached him, they would find that the person sitting in the car was their teacher Zhao.
My heart was pounding as if it jumped into my throat. At the moment of stalemate, a bag was handed to me. It was the missing food. I hurriedly took it, but my left hand was still held tightly.
Jiang Siyue was a little anxious because she was afraid that Yue Huan and the others would become suspicious if it took too long. "Zhao Yan!"
"It's normal for a couple to chat for a while." Zhao Yan said slowly, "You eat my food and ask me to go out in the rain. You're quite brave."
"You can hide inside." Jiang Siyue said in a low voice, not very confident. "At worst... we still have an umbrella. Let go quickly, I'm going up."
He sneered, his gaze full of meaning, and gently scratched her palm. "I'll settle the score with you when I get home."
After his hands were free, he didn't dare to look at Xia Qing's expression. He picked up the bag and ran. He didn't slow down until he reached the corner of the stairs.
The scratch just now was almost without any force, just a light scrape. The calluses on his fingertips rubbed against the palm of his hand. Besides the itch, it seemed to bring out the restlessness in his heart. Coupled with those words... he didn't dare to think about it anymore.
Before entering the door, I could smell a strong aroma of cream. As soon as I stepped into the door, I heard a series of thanks.
On the other side, Yue Huan didn't even drink the milk tea, and Li Rongbo was also acting out of character. Both of them had fiery gossipy eyes. Jiang Siyue's heart tightened. She imagined their questions in her mind and tried to walk over calmly.
I had just sat down and opened the bag, and before I could put the first bite of rice into my mouth, two stools came over at the same time.
Yue Huan: "The dishes from Excellent Era and the desserts from C°, that's almost a thousand dollars."
Li Rongbo: "Maybach with a driver, Sister Yue, what's your husband's background?"
Jiang Siyue looked left and right, and finally chose to look at her fan, "That's his assistant."
"But he's sitting in a Maybach!" Li Rongbo was so excited that he grabbed Jiang Siyue's arm and said, "Be honest, which family in Yunjing are you from? Tell me, I can handle it."
Jiang Siyue's face darkened. She lowered her eyes, stirred the rice in front of her, and said, "I'm not a lady from a famous family. My family is very ordinary."
"I understand." Li Rongbo patted his chest. "Jack Ma also said he has no money."
"Really." Jiang Siyue was a little helpless. "My family is really ordinary. His family...his family is really rich. I was also quite surprised that we would get married."
Yue Huan realized something was wrong, and pulled Li Rongbo, who was in high spirits, and said with a smile, "What's so surprising about this? You must have something extraordinary about you. Maybe he's just trying to get ahead of you!"
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Yue Huan quickly pushed Li Rongbo away and raised the milk tea in her hand, "Eat slowly and thank your husband for me."
Jiang Siyue smiled faintly.
After finishing her shift, Jiang Siyue drove home, parked the car in front of the villa, turned off the engine, and sat in the driver's seat, not moving. The Mercedes-Benz logo on the steering wheel was simple and plain. Zhao Yan said it was the cheapest car in the garage, but Jiang Siyue knew it was still worth a lot of money.
An indescribable sense of emptiness enveloped me. It was like entering a game, where everything around me was data, gorgeous and beautiful, and I was in it, yet I was outside of it.
There was a sound coming from the gate of the villa. Jiang Siyue came back to her senses, blinked, looked in the rearview mirror to calm herself down, packed up her things and got out of the car.
A cool raindrop fell on the tip of my nose, and I shivered unexpectedly. The next second, an umbrella was handed to me from the side.
"I knew you didn't bring an umbrella." The voice was washed away by the sound of rain, becoming muffled. A hand was extended in front of me, the fingertips slightly curved, lazy and casual.
She was silent, the sound of rain growing louder in her ears. She placed her hand on him, and he immediately held it tightly. His hand, which was as white as jade, conveyed a gentle warmth.
When I think of a gentleman, I feel as warm as jade. In his wooden house——
"My heart is in turmoil..." In this gorgeous world, the only real one is him.
Zhao Yan hummed softly, weighed her hand, and said, "You don't want to go home because you're afraid I'll settle the score with you?"
The author has something to say:
"Thinking of the gentleman, he is as warm as jade. In his wooden house, he disturbs my heart." From "Xiao Rong" in "The Book of Songs"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com