In the hotel bedroom, soft lighting shone on the headboard, and a faint fragrance filled the air.
"Really nothing?"
Jing Min's voice was low and concerned, his gaze lingering on her.
He gently pulled her into his arms, stroking her hair with his fingers, as if trying to soothe her emotions with this touch.
Chu Wuyang stiffened slightly, feeling a little impatient, but she did not reject his embrace.
She gently shook her head and whispered:
"No"
Jing Min chuckled softly, lowered his head and kissed the top of her head, his tone tinged with helplessness:
"Are you angry because I didn't spend time with you?"
Chu Wuyang did not respond immediately.
I just closed my eyes and felt a little tired.
She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a complex expression.
Not entirely.
Jingmin sensed the subtle change in her words and couldn't help but hug her tighter, whispering gently:
"How about we go skiing after this summit?"
"I will try my best to stop getting involved in those things."
Chu Wuyang nodded.
But I had some other thoughts in my mind.
Her lowered eyelids concealed the thoughts in her eyes, and her voice was as soft as a feather:
"Could we... leave this place and go somewhere else?"
Jing Min was slightly taken aback, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes:
Where do you want to go?
Before Chu Wuyang could speak,
Jingmin's phone rang.
He glanced down at the incoming call and, seeing it was Yan Zhou calling, immediately released his arm from hers.
He held her tighter and whispered comfortingly:
"I'm going to take this call."
He answered the phone, his tone already calm and serious:
"Speak."
On the other end of the phone, Yan Zhou gave a brief report:
"President Jing, Zhou Heng's case has been filed and he has been formally prosecuted."
Jing Min frowned slightly, a hint of doubt in his eyes:
"Nobody's going to rescue him?"
"Jin Zhuoer gave up?"
"Yes, Jin Zhuoer is currently embroiled in internal family strife and can't even take care of himself, so he has no time to deal with Zhou Heng."
Yan Zhou replied.
Jing Min nodded, his gaze turning colder:
"Have you found out who harmed Zhou Heng and who caused his death?"
Hearing this question while nestled in his arms, Chu Wuyang tensed slightly.
Her fingertips unconsciously tightened around Jingmin's collar.
Jingmin was pulled forward involuntarily.
He then instinctively let out a light gasp, his breathing unconsciously becoming heavier.
Yan Zhou on the other end of the phone obviously paused upon hearing this subtle commotion.
He then replied, his tone slightly unnatural:
"It's not confirmed yet."
Jing Min lowered his head, his gaze fixed on the hand gripping his collar, a nameless warmth welling up inside him.
A slight smile played at the corners of his lips, and he spoke in a low, soft voice.
"What's wrong?"
Yan Zhou on the other end of the phone clearly sensed the awkward atmosphere; President Jing's gentle tone definitely wasn't directed at him.
He then wisely and automatically hung up the phone.
Jing Min tossed his phone onto the sofa and looked down at Chu Wuyang in his arms.
A faint smile played on his lips, and his voice was so low it was almost a murmur.
"Where did you just say you wanted to go?"
Chu Wuyang looked up and met his now slightly darkened gaze, only then realizing that her actions had been too provocative.
She immediately loosened her grip on his collar.
Jing Min, however, took her hand and pulled her into his arms, whispering,
Why are you so easily startled?
Chu Wuyang nestled in his arms, her mind replaying the conversation from the phone call.
Did Jingmin mean to say that he was looking for Yang Jinchu?
So, what do you want to do by finding Yang Jinchu?
To use leverage against him?
But now that Zhou Heng has been formally charged, does that mean no one will suspect Yang Jinchu anymore?
She said she wanted to leave this place because of the harassment she encountered with Joan today.
Adding to the uncertainty surrounding Zhou Heng, she felt it was best to avoid him.
Now that they know Zhou Heng can no longer cause trouble, Qiao An is completely negligible.
So there's nothing to avoid.
Furthermore, if their pre-planned itinerary is suddenly changed, Jingmin might inevitably become suspicious and investigate further.
Her gaze wandered slightly, her eyes flickered, and she spoke in a low voice:
"It's nothing, just asking. We had already planned to go skiing."
"I've been here for so many days but have been stuck in the hotel. It's so boring."
Jing Min chuckled softly, his fingertips tracing her cheek as he lifted her chin, his gaze fixed on her eyes:
"Okay, after the summit ends and we've finished our visit the day after tomorrow, how about we go skiing?"
"What do you mean by 'visiting'?"
Chu Wuyang got up from his embrace and asked,
Jingmin also got up and moved closer to her.
"It's nothing, someone just invited us to their home. If you don't want to go, you don't have to."
Chu Wuyang pushed him away, indifferent.
"Don't think of me as so petty. I only complained because there were too many people at the party and you couldn't take care of me."
Jingmin chuckled softly.
"Then, I'll stay by your side every step of the way from now on?"
Seeing that he was starting to talk inappropriately, Chu Wuyang decided to ignore him.
I had just gotten up when I was pulled back into his arms.
Jing Min took a deep breath, his smile widening. He gently wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her body slightly closer.
He lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead, whispering:
"How about... I grant you this little wish before I go skiing with you?"
Chu Wuyang looked into his eyes.
I understood what he meant almost instantly.
He must have taken her unconscious tugging at his collar as an invitation.
Chu Wuyang sighed softly and struggled to get up.
"It's getting late. Don't you have a meeting tomorrow?"
Get some rest.
Jing Min chuckled softly and leaned in to gently breathe into her ear:
"It's getting late~"
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became ambiguous.
The night outside the window seemed to become even deeper and more enchanting in that instant.
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