When Chu Wuyang, wrapped in a trench coat, stepped into the elevator, the sounds of people in the downstairs buffet restaurant were already faint.
She stood in the waiting area, her gaze unintentionally falling on the polished marble wall in front of her, and suddenly...
My heartbeat suddenly stopped.
A figure swept past her in an instant; the shoulder line, the figure, the rhythm of the steps—that calm yet oppressive aura...
Her whole body seemed frozen, and even her breathing became sluggish.
I dare not move, I dare not turn around.
She stared intently at the light and shadow projected on the marble, the silhouette growing clearer and clearer.
Tall and upright, with the clean lines of a shirt subtly visible beneath her trench coat, even her steps were calm as if she had measured the beat.
It felt as if he would reach out and grab her from behind at any moment.
She instinctively held her breath, her fingers tensing.
Just as it seemed about to run away, the shadow suddenly stopped.
"Sister? What a coincidence!"
It wasn't his voice.
Chu Wuyang suddenly turned around, as if escaping from a nightmare.
Then, I froze.
Jian Zhou was standing behind her, wearing a white turtleneck sweatshirt, looking innocent, and smiling brightly at her.
She was instantly disappointed.
It's like riding an empty elevator for several floors, hoping to see a familiar face when the doors open, only to find out it's just a friendly stranger.
"...It's you."
She breathed a sigh of relief, then instinctively looked around, her steps slightly shifted, gazing towards the other side of the elevator entrance and the rest area.
Jian Zhou noticed what she was looking for, and tilted his head slightly.
"What's wrong? Who are you looking for?"
She looked away and asked in a low voice.
"Were you the only one in the hall just now?"
Jian Zhou paused, then a strange smile appeared on his lips.
"Yes, it's me. So what?"
Chu Wuyang paused, then realized she had been impolite, and said softly,
"...I'm sorry about last night."
Jian Zhou appeared indifferent, hands in his pockets, shoulders shrugged.
"It's okay, I'm used to it. But I can ask..."
He blinked.
"Was that very aggressive man last night your boyfriend?"
"……ah?"
Chu Wuyang was taken aback at first, then burst out laughing.
She lowered her head and laughed so hard her shoulders trembled slightly, as if she hadn't laughed so unguardedly in a long time.
This is the first time I've heard someone describe Yang Jinchu as 'fierce'.
Jian Zhou looked at her and smiled, his eyes clear and amazed, as if he was dazzled by the sudden soft light.
Chu Wuyang paused for a few seconds, her smile gradually fading.
His gaze shifted slightly.
...If Yang Jinchu is considered fierce, then Jing Min is a terrorist.
She didn't say anything, but she felt as if her heart had been ripped apart.
Some people are truly everywhere.
Even though they weren't physically present, it felt like they were watching her and tormenting her everywhere she went.
She was lost in thought.
Suddenly she noticed that Jian Zhou was staring intently at her.
It was a gaze that was almost excessively focused, so pure as to be bordering on obsession, with clear eyes that concealed a certain undisguised affection.
Seeing that Chu Wuyang remained silent,
Jian Zhou didn't seem fixated on the answer to her relationship with Yang Jinchu, and suddenly spoke seriously.
"Can we have breakfast together?"
His tone was tentative, but his eyes gleamed with genuine expectation.
She looked at him.
Wearing a crisp hoodie, with bright eyes, and despite their similar builds, Jian Zhou looked as well-behaved as a high school student.
She suddenly felt a little reluctant to refuse.
"...Okay, sure."
Jian Zhou's eyes lit up for a moment, and he asked with almost boyish excitement,
"Really?"
She smiled faintly.
"Can."
Jian Zhou scratched the back of his head, a big smile spreading across his face, and followed her toward the breakfast room.
Like a silly little kid who's just been allowed to hold hands with his older sister.
As Chu Wuyang stepped into the restaurant, she saw Ye Yuhe waving at her from not far away.
She smiled back, and just as she took a step,
The next second, Ye Yuhe's smile froze as if she had seen a ghost, and she stood up abruptly, rushing over with hurried steps.
Before she could react,
Ye Yuhe rushed to her in one stride, shielding her behind her with a move comparable to a mother hen protecting her chicks.
"Hey, hey—I'm talking to you, young man,"
She stretched out her finger and poked Jian Zhou without any hesitation.
"So ignorant of the rules? You took the money and aren't leaving? What, trying to cling to us?"
Jian Zhou stood there, his face innocent, looking at Chu Wuyang with his pitifully clean eyes. His mouth was slightly open, as if he wanted to explain, but he was forced to take a half step back by Ye Yuhe's imposing aura.
“Ahe…”
Chu Wuyang tugged at Ye Yuhe's wrist, his tone somewhat awkward.
"Don't do this, he's not..."
"Yangyang, is he bothering you?"
Ye Yuhe was absolutely furious. She turned around and looked at her with righteous indignation, as if to say, "Don't be afraid even if you've been fooled."
"Let me tell you, these kinds of escorts, they pretend to be nice at first, but then they take advantage of you. To put it bluntly, they're just greedy for money!"
She turned back, staring at Jian Zhou warily.
"Tell me your price? So you can leave with some dignity."
Jian Zhou blinked, as if finally understanding what had happened, and hurriedly shook his head.
"No, no... I, I didn't refuse money, I just simply like you, sister..."
"Pooh--"
Ye Yuhe immediately retorted, her eyes scanning him from head to toe with utter disdain.
"I've never seen anyone as ignorant of the rules as you."
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