Chapter 16 Chapter 16 Where is this woman looking at him?! ...
Jiang Chongyan saw the woman's strange action of covering her buttocks.
He raised his eyebrows and looked away coldly.
"ill."
I don’t know what’s going on in that stupid woman’s mind.
Xin Tong walked to the seat in the corridor and sat down.
He straightened his back, crossed his chest, and snorted coldly.
She almost suspected that the man was following her.
Otherwise, how could we meet by chance every time!
That absurd, self-deprecating dream was all too real. The touch, the sound, the sight, the atmosphere—it was exactly like reality.
When she saw his face at this moment, her thoughts were unconsciously drawn back to that dream.
The dim room, the faint scent of burning scented candles, the blond man's cold eyes, his strong and powerful thighs with body temperature, and...
Xin Tong's eyes rolled around, and for some reason, they landed on the man's hand hanging at his side, and she began to stare at it.
What big hands.
Her fingers were also long, with silver rings on her index and middle fingers.
The nails are neatly trimmed.
If you hold a ball of something, you can wrap it up completely. Your bony fingers will sink into the soft flesh, and the cold ring will make your skin tremble slightly.
He has a dark skin color and low body fat, so his subcutaneous fat is thin and his blue veins are extremely obvious, extending across his forearm muscles like undulating blue mountains.
...No wonder it hurts so much when you hit someone.
Xin Tong thought angrily, he looks like a decent person and is the heir of the Jiang family, but he actually likes to use these tricks to insult people behind their backs!
——Human-faced beast-like heart!
Oh no, this man is not a beast in human form.
Because he looks fierce, fierce and rebellious, and has golden hair. He is very consistent in appearance and inside.
He has a beastly face and a beastly heart!
She glanced away arrogantly, "Hmph. Who knows what you're thinking."
"Maybe," he thought of something and covered his buttocks with lingering fear, "Maybe he covets my delicate and precious body!"
"?"
The man standing opposite seemed to be laughing out of anger.
His eyes were dark, and he tilted his head, staring at her.
"I, covet, you?"
"Do you need me to help you recall it?" He sneered.
"The first time we met, you lifted my clothes and asked me which club I was from."
…Xin Tong was at a loss for words.
She had argued with people countless times in her life, but there were only two points she couldn't refute.
One is that she is useless. The other is that she is a slut.
So what can I do? These are the two things that make life meaningful. Goodbye to those who don't understand.
It was an early autumn night in Wucheng. The police station corridor was quiet and deserted.
The cold wind came in from the iron window sill, making Xin Tong shiver.
The blue and white walls were inexplicably solemn, with eight large characters written above: "Fair law enforcement, strict discipline." The stainless steel chair beneath his butt was cold and hard.
During the chaotic fight in the afternoon, He Xiangrong splashed a large cup of coffee on her clothes. The dirty yellow-brown stain stuck to the collar of her skirt, sticking wetly. When the cold wind blew, it made her bones tremble.
After wearing high heels for a whole day, the instep of my feet has been rubbed red and it hurts when touched.
What a mess.
With no one to accompany her, she could only stay here alone until He Xiangrong, who was admitted to the hospital, agreed to mediate.
My mouth is dry and astringent. I haven't drunk any water all day and I'm so thirsty.
She stared at the trouser pockets of the tall man in front of her.
The pockets on the men's trousers were large enough to hold anything. A bulging, cylindrical object, with the red cap on top, revealed itself—a small bottle of Coke.
It looks like he put it in there casually after drinking half of it.
She remembered that Jiang Yuanbin said his grandson liked to drink Coke, so they always had iced Coke at home.
Sure enough, everything connected.
If I had guessed earlier that Aiden was Jiang Chongyan and apologized to Jiang Chongyan earlier, would I still have a chance to flatter Young Master Jiang, ask him to come home for dinner, and then let Jiang Yuanbin teach me how to make suits?
Xin Tong stared at the bottle of Coke, her mind focused on business and how to get help from the Jiang family.
But she didn't notice that the man opposite her looked at her with a darker expression.
...Where is this woman looking at him?
He stared at it intently, without even blinking!
Jiang Chongyan looked down and compared the location, confirming that it couldn't be anywhere else, it could only be there.
He couldn't believe it.
Just how lustful is this evil woman?! She's already in the police station and still has the time to think about this kind of thing!
Before Xin Tong could figure out anything, she suddenly felt a shadow cast in front of her.
He looked up and met the man's eyes.
The young boy has three-dimensional brow bones, long and thick eyelashes, and a hint of anger in his eyes.
"Does it look good?"
"……ah?"
Xin Tong was dazed and licked her dry lips.
What kind of question is this? Is he asking whether the packaging of Coke looks good?
"Whether this thing looks good or not..." she answered carefully, "It doesn't matter. Functionality is more important."
After all, she was really thirsty at this moment.
"?"
Xin Tong clearly felt that after he said that, the man standing in front of her became even more depressed. He stared at her with his brows furrowed, his pupils suddenly constricted, and his face was filled with disbelief.
"We've only met a few times, how can you say such things?"
"You really are, you really are..."
The Jiang family's eldest young master spoke in a deep voice, as if through gritted teeth. His chest rose and fell slightly, his brow furrowed. It was a rare moment when he became so angry that he became speechless mid-sentence, and could only squeeze out a few words in anger.
"You are the most hopeless woman I have ever met!"
?
I was scolded for no reason.
Xin Tong has always had a bad reputation, but she is used to being scolded, so she didn't react much.
She scratched her head and simply said what she had always wanted to say.
"You've already cursed, can you help me?"
Ignoring the man's suddenly constricted pupils, she pointed at his lower body - finally, accurately pointing to the side pocket of his overalls.
"Would you like to drink this Coke? If not, can you give it to me? I'm really thirsty."
“…”
The surroundings fell into deathly silence.
One second. Two seconds. Three seconds.
The thick shadows in front of him began to shrink, and the tall man suddenly bent down, bringing with him a small stream of weak air, mixed with the faint woody scent on his body.
A hand suddenly reached out and stuffed something into her hand.
Before I could see clearly, the hand was quickly withdrawn and put into the pocket of black overalls.
She heard footsteps and felt the stool under her butt shake. Someone suddenly sat down on her left.
Xin Tong looked down at the Coke that was stuffed into her hand.
Then she turned left and looked at Young Master Jiang who was sitting next to her.
He sat a little distance away from her, as if he still resented her and didn't want to sit too close. His tall figure seemed a little cramped in the chair, his long legs spread out, his elbows resting on his thighs.
There was a suspicious red on her cheeks for no apparent reason.
But he tilted his head stiffly, not wanting to look at her.
Xin Tong looked at him doubtfully.
So awkward and irritating.
It looks like her face is red because of anger.
She looked away indifferently.
The Coke was new, the cap still unopened. She twisted it open and took a few sips, then took out her phone with a smile, "I'll scan the code and give you the money."
"Need not."
The tone was harsh and cold.
After saying these two words, he was unwilling to speak again.
…
Suddenly, the phone in Xin Tong's bag vibrated.
She took it out and answered it.
Across the street is Mr. Li, the boss of the Wucheng Peach Seal Club.
Peach Color Mark is the largest private club in Wucheng. A middle-aged woman, savvy in business, speaks with a local Shanghainese accent, calling her "baby" in a sweet voice. She asks, "Hasn't Miss Xin already returned to China? Why hasn't she come in for several days? I've got all the good stuff ready for you."
Xin Tong was exhausted both physically and mentally.
"I'm really annoyed. I've been busy with work lately and haven't had time. I'm sorry."
Few in the wealthy circles of Wucheng didn't know that Xin Tong had returned to grab the family property, not to mention the service industry that catered to wealthy clients, where people were the most well-informed.
After a few words of comfort, the other party warmly invited him, "Baby, you want to come over because you are under a lot of pressure!"
"Recently, several mixed-blood girls have arrived, and they're all reserved for you. They have blonde hair and blue eyes, and their waists are narrow and strong. Oh, they're so sexy!"
"Some of the top performers recently went to Thailand for further training, specifically learning the unique skill of playing the koukou drums. You'd be missing out if you didn't come and see them!"
Boss Li's voice is so loud that it can be heard through the speaker of the mobile phone even without the hands-free mode turned on.
Xin Tong had no time to think about the affair; her heart was now focused on running the company and seizing the family fortune. She covered the receiver slightly, said a few words, sighed, and hung up.
It was quiet all around.
She had something on her mind, and with a sad face she reached for the Coke that had just been placed beside her, wanting to take a few more sips.
——But before he could completely unscrew the bottle cap, a big hand reached out from the side and took it away.
"Give it back to me."
?
Xin Tong opened her mouth slightly.
"Why did I offend you again?"
The eldest young master pursed his lips, said nothing, and sat a little further away from her.
There was coldness between her brows, leaving her with only a cool and cool side profile.
...Inexplicable young master's temper!
Xin Tong was also angry. Who wasn't spoiled at home? She crossed her arms in anger, leaned back, and said nothing.
The two of them just sat there awkwardly.
The police station corridor at ten o'clock in the evening was silent, cold, and the air was stagnant.
One on the left and one on the right, as if they were competing with each other, neither of them looked at each other.
The instep of her foot still ached. The cold wind blew through her wet collar, and she shivered, covering herself with her hands.
"Xin Tong——"
A voice from the side broke the silence and a policeman came over.
"Are you Xin Tong?"
The policeman suppressed his laughter and looked her up and down.
"Don't say that next time. He Xiangrong is not your boyfriend. This is not a joke. Don't take any chances."
"The injury assessment results have been released, and they've agreed to mediation. Since the patient is still in the hospital, we'll wait until their condition improves before both parties come together to sign the mediation agreement."
"You can go now."
……Boy friend?
Jiang Chongyan sat aside with a frown, motionless.
He tilted his head, still maintaining a posture that didn't look at Xin Tong at all.
But his brows began to wrinkle little by little.
In her eyes, how cheap is the title of "boyfriend"?
At parties, you can flirt with stranger male models without any scruples, and your eyes will light up when you see their abdominal muscles.
In order to get away with it after the fight, she could just point at the fifty-year-old man He Xiangrong and say he was her boyfriend.
She was mistaken for Yu Chengjin's girlfriend by Yu's employees but she didn't explain and gave Yu Chengjin a lot of gifts. The two of them stayed in the office alone for so long.
Are relationships between the opposite sex so unimportant to her?
Can you not care about other people's eye gazes, physical touching, being misunderstood as a couple...?
Young Master Jiang, who had lived for 23 years but had never been in love, frowned.
He lowered his head for a while, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Didn’t you say that in order to seek help and cooperation from the Jiang family, you would also give him a Vacheron Constantin watch?
But after realizing he was Jiang Chongyan, he ran away in a panic. He didn't receive any of the gifts on the passenger seat.
——As the heir to the Jiang family, he is the person she should directly please and build relationships with.
But now, he felt that he was not even as good as Yu Chengjin.
Is this her attitude when asking for help?
Jiang Chongyan frowned, pulled up his hat and covered his head, and stood up with his tall figure.
Without even glancing at the woman next to him, he stretched out his long legs and prepared to leave.
"Hey! Wait!"
Xin Tong called him with flexibility.
"Could you, do me another favor?"
…
After learning from the police that He Xiangrong agreed to mediation, Xin Tong's face lit up with joy.
Fortunately, He Xiangrong had some brains and knew that the matter should not be made a big deal. After all, she was the chairman's biological daughter, so she could just settle the matter privately and pay compensation.
This kick today not only defeated my opponent but also left him speechless. I also helped Ji Ning get revenge. I felt so refreshed!
Xin Tong was in a very good mood, but when she turned on her phone to call someone to pick her up, the smile froze on her face.
...Her cell phone was completely out of battery and turned off at this time.
I was so anxious when I answered Mr. Li's call just now that I didn't realize that only the bright red 2% was left. Now I just turned off the phone.
It was already nearly midnight, and I couldn't find anyone to pick me up, and all payment methods were unavailable.
She sat there blankly. Before she could come up with a solution, she saw out of the corner of her eye that the man who had been sitting on her left suddenly stood up, without a word of greeting or even a glance at her, put on his hat, and prepared to leave so coldly and quickly.
"Hey! Wait!"
Xin Tong shouted honestly, "Master Jiang, I apologize to you for everything that happened before. Thank you for the Coke too."
"My phone is out of battery, can you help me again?"
The wealthy young lady who was usually so arrogant and domineering was now in a very disheveled state. Her clothes were dirty, her shoes were crooked, and her feet looked very painful. She could not walk far.
She raised her eyes and stared at him straight. At this moment, she was very well-behaved, her eyes were bright and watery, and her voice was soft, hoarse and sticky.
"Help me find a power bank, or call a taxi to take me back, either is fine."
"Please."
These words were indeed spoken with great sincerity.
Xin Tong doesn't think she is a person of high moral character, but if Jiang Chongyan encountered this situation today, or even Wu Sifeng, she would help.
However, the tall man standing in front of him sneered.
He lowered his eyes and looked at her calmly.
"Why do you think I will help you?"
Xin Tong was stunned.
An indifferent expression. A cold tone. An impatient look.
No matter how stupid she was, she knew what it meant when someone showed that expression.
This is straight-up disgusting.
He must have hated her, despised her. He didn't want to be involved in anything related to her. Whether she could return home safely tonight was a completely irrelevant matter to him.
Perhaps it was because her stunned look was too stupid that the man had lost all his patience.
The tall figure turned around without hesitation, left, and walked out of the police station.
*
Yes. Why did she think Jiang Chongyan would help her?
The two have only met four times so far, and none of them were pleasant.
It is full of tit-for-tat, misunderstandings, coincidences, exaggeration, ridicule and comparison.
In his eyes, she must be a particularly hateful woman, right?
He behaves in a dissolute and absurd manner and has a stupid and vulgar mind.
In the second-generation circle of Wucheng, who is willing to have too much connection with himself?
As expected, I am not welcome anywhere.
Disappointment overflowed from my heart bit by bit.
She sat there for a moment, and the cold wind blew in from the window, making her shiver.
She looked down at the instep of her foot. It was okay. Although it was painful, she could bear it.
I stood up and went to the front to take a look. It was already late at night, and only one or two policemen were still on duty in the office, snoring loudly on the patchwork sofa and stool.
She went to look in several other offices and finally found someone who was sober. She wanted to ask if she could use the space to charge her phone or make a phone call, but she was waved away impatiently.
"No! No! What kind of shelter is a police station?"
"Hurry up and leave!"
Xin Tong was kicked out.
He stood there in a daze, looking around, and could only lower his head and stagger to the steps at the door and sit down.
The expensive fabric of her skirt scraped against the rough floor. Her high heels were finally removed and set aside. The edges of her delicate, fair feet were rubbed red, and blisters had formed on her heels.
My feet just stepped on the rough stone slabs.
She hung her head.
You could wait for the policewoman to help. You could wait until daybreak and find an empty taxi passing by, then hop in and pay when you get home. ... There are many ways, but they all involve waiting.
My mind is in a mess.
It was pitch black all around, and the night sky of Wucheng was full of stars.
Suddenly, in the silent darkness ahead, the sound of an engine and the friction of wheels suddenly rang out.
The car stopped in front of her.
A square shoe box was thrown out of the car window and fell heavily on the ground in front of Xin Tong with a "bang".
She lowered her head, stunned.
It was a shoe box from a well-known sports brand. Inside was a pair of brand new white sneakers.
Before she could react, the next second, something else was thrown out, landed on top of her head, and hung down to block her view.
It felt very comfortable to the touch, wrapping around her bare skin, and it was warm.
It is a woolen shawl from a luxury brand.
The man's cold voice sounded above his head.
"Get in the car."
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