Chapter 159 Talking about Zhaojing, it hurts...
When we arrived at Jingwan, the sun had just set, and the lights of thousands of homes outside the floor-to-ceiling windows intertwined with the city lights.
Lin Zaoyi was captivated by the dazzling spectacle and was admiring it when Tan Zhaojing called out to her, "Zaoyi."
"Um?"
The man ripped off his tie and threw it at her, saying, "Hang it in the dressing room."
"…oh."
After leaving the bedroom, Lin Zaoyi followed the sound to the kitchen, where Tan Zhaojing was chopping squid with his sleeves rolled up.
"Keep it simple tonight, seafood noodles, okay?" he asked, glancing at the table.
How could I possibly choose that?
He nodded. "Do you need my help?"
Instead of saying what was about to be said, Tan Zhaojing changed it to: "Wash the vegetables."
"good."
Lin Zaoyi casually tied her hair into a low ponytail with a hair tie. Today she was wearing a simple white long T-shirt, sleeves rolled up, ready to get to work.
Two minutes later, she had washed the vegetables until they were clean and crisp. "Is there any more work to be done?"
That's all.
But Tan Zhaojing didn't intend to let her be idle; he had to find something for her to do, otherwise she would only be thinking about collecting clothes.
"Watch me cook noodles."
Lin Zaoyi: "...Okay."
She wasn't interested in learning the craft, and kept glancing at his face. Once again, she was caught red-handed. Not embarrassed at all, she tilted her head and smiled, "Cooking noodles, why are you looking at me?"
Tan Zhaojing: "...You're the one looking at me."
The girl blinked. "Yeah, watching you cook noodles."
"......"
Ten minutes later, the two sat down in the restaurant.
Tan Zhaojing handed over the bowl with vinegar, saying, "Try it."
After she took a few sips of the soup, she asked, "How does it taste?"
Lin Zaoyi's eyes crinkled into a smile, "Delicious~"
Tan Zhaojing unconsciously curled her lips into a smile, "You have to finish your noodles too."
Lin Zaoyi really couldn't do it. She hesitated and said, "Too much..."
Tan Zhaojing pushed his bowl towards him, saying, "Give it to me."
She didn't move, but looked at him. The man's eyelids lifted slightly. He seemed to be in a good mood at the moment. His features were no longer sharp, but looked gentle and profound.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Hmm...won't that be bad?"
Even without anyone else's help, Lin Zaoyi herself felt that the tea was too teasy.
It doesn't matter anymore.
As long as Tan Zhaojing is appeased, even a cup of tea will suffice.
The person gave him a choice: "Eat it all, or give it to me."
She decisively chose the latter, selecting one-third, and instantly felt relieved.
I deliberately slowed down the pace; a bowl of noodles usually takes ten minutes, but today I deliberately dragged it out for twenty minutes, and we finished eating before 7:30.
Tan Zhaojing had already put down his chopsticks, holding his phone and slowly swiping his fingertips. Sensing her gaze, he looked up, his eyes glancing at her bowl. "Bring the first draft over when you're done eating."
Oh right, there's also the manuscript that can be used to delay things.
The two moved into the study.
Less than five minutes after Lin Zaoyi sat down opposite him, Tan Zhaojing ruthlessly threw the manuscript in front of her, saying, "No way."
She humbly asked for advice, "Where is it not working?"
"Your life story doesn't make me sound like I'm eighty years old?"
Lin Zaoyi didn't think anything of it. She wasn't puzzled, nor did she doubt her own professional skills. She knew very well that this man was deliberately making excuses to delay spending time with her.
Not only must they cooperate, but they must also pretend to be completely innocent.
An hour later, she handed over the slightly revised version, asking, "Now?"
He reluctantly hummed in agreement, "That's fine then. We can look at the rest when we have time. It's too late, I'll take you home first."
She winked dramatically, "Aren't you going to pack your luggage?"
The man glanced at her indifferently, "If I don't mind, why do you?"
Lin Zaoyi puffed out her cheeks and said, "Oh."
She turned around and smiled with her back to him.
...
The following day was Friday.
Lin Zaoyi was generally busy, but because she had some free time, she was thinking about how to spend more time with Tan Zhaojing. While she was daydreaming, Qianqian came over with a small cake and said, "Let's go eat spicy hot pot tonight."
As if knowing she was going to refuse, Qianqian put her hands on her hips and said domineeringly, "I've called you twice already, if you say you won't go, then give it a try!"
“…Okay, go ahead then.”
I unlocked my phone and opened the chat window with Tan Zhaojing. [Zhaojing-ge, I'm going out to dinner with my colleagues tonight. I'll be visiting you tomorrow, it's the weekend.]
It wasn't considered breaking his promise. For the past two days, he had been calling her downstairs after get off work, but her message came half a day earlier than his message two days prior.
He was probably busy; he replied more than an hour later. [Okay]
Since Xu Yang was also going, Lin Zaoyi didn't drive her electric car. The mala tang restaurant was located in the old street, and it was difficult to find a parking space. Besides, her parking skills were terrible.
Qianqian didn't drive either, so we hitched a ride together.
After satisfying their appetites, the three went to see a movie. The screening lasted for more than two hours, and they didn't get back to the apartment until almost 10 p.m.
Lin Zaoyi lazily pushed open the car door, but before she could even stand up straight, her gaze was drawn to something. She seemed to see Tan Zhaojing's car, and after a couple of seconds of focused attention, she confirmed it was him.
Xu Yang recognized him too. He could recognize people. The driver's side window of the car a few meters away was almost completely open. He met the other person's gaze without missing a beat. That look was incredibly sharp.
Just as Zaoyi was about to explain, she had already run towards the car impatiently.
Promising.
Lin Zaoyi's smile was completely undisguised, but Tan Zhaojing interpreted it differently: she had been back for so long, and the only time she had smiled at him was last night.
"Why did you come here?" Lin Zaoyi stopped outside the car door. Forty minutes ago, he asked her when she would be home. She didn't think much of it and simply assumed he was asking casually. Little did she know he was waiting for her.
Tan Zhaojing's Adam's apple bobbed up and down. "Just passing by on my way to a business meeting, and I thought I'd grab a shirt."
Upon hearing this, Lin Zaoyi's improved mood vanished by more than half, and as a result, she didn't say a word from the moment she entered the residential area until she reached her building.
Suddenly I'm a little confused about Tan Zhaojing.
No, she has to ask.
She spun around to face him. As they stepped out of the elevator, his dark eyes were also fixed on her. Lin Zaoyi pursed her lips. "It's just a shirt. Did I really have to make a special trip for it?"
Tan Zhaojing slowly curled a smile onto his lips, but it was indifferent. "Do you think I shouldn't have come?"
"???"
Lin Zaoyi didn't want to upset him, but she couldn't hold back at this moment. "Tan Zhaojing, who's upset whom here? You say I never speak properly, but what about you?"
After he finished venting his frustrations, the stairwell door opened.
She was the first to walk out, her footsteps clicking loudly on the paving stones because of her emotions and the fact that she was wearing ankle boots.
"What did I do to upset you?" The unreasonable voice overlapped with the sound of her shoes.
Lin Zaoyi didn't want to pay attention to him for the time being. She opened the door, threw down her bag, poured herself a glass of water, and felt a little better after drinking half of it.
Tan Zhaojing walked up to him, "What about me?"
Lin Zaoyi still has a bit of a temper, "Go and reflect on yourself."
Tan Zhaojing: "..."
They're getting more and more arrogant.
With a glass of water in her hand, the girl pouted and looked at him, "The fire's raging, hurry up and drink some."
He choked, then immediately brought the rim of the cup to his mouth.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he emptied the glass of water.
Lin Zaoyi's small flame had almost died down. She moved to the sofa. His shirt had been untouched in the logo bag ever since Jia Ni came that day. She hooked it with two fingers and handed it to him, "Here, your shirt."
It was a perfectly normal action and a single sentence, yet it triggered his emotions: "Did you already put it away?"
Lin Zaoyi's breathing slowed slightly because of his captivating eyes and brows. She didn't understand why he asked that question, but she could only nod instinctively.
The next moment, her wrist was grabbed and the bag in her hand was thrown aside.
Clang—
The bag made a dull thud on the floor.
A voice rang in her ears again; it was his voice, "Lin Zaoyi."
His voice was hoarse and dark, making people want to cry.
She unconsciously clutched his clothes, exhaling softly, "Tan Zhaojing, you... um!"
The final sound dissolves between his teeth.
There was simply no time to react.
He forced her breath, and Tan Zhaojing was anything but gentle as he repeatedly ravaged her lips.
She winced in pain and turned her head away, but was quickly devoured by him again. His passionate kiss gradually brought her back to her senses. Her arms, which had been helplessly pressed against her chest, fell down and then rose again, wrapping around his neck.
Only when her tongue felt numb from being stirred did she finally groan, "Tan Zhaojing, it hurts..."
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