Chapter 27 The soft, gentle Wu dialect is so alluring it makes my heart itch.
Lin Zaoyi walked past the two men under his gaze, not daring to hold his hand, but only tugging at his sleeve. She paused for less than half a second, then felt a warmth on the back of his hand, and the next second, his warm fingertips nestled between her fingers.
This action made her catch her breath several times. As if sensing her unconscious scrutiny, Tan Zhaojing lowered his gaze, his eyes still deep and unfathomable. He slightly moved his lips, "Why did you come out?"
After a half-second pause, she said, "It's for you."
"Um?"
"I want to go back."
Tan Zhaojing led her towards the private room. "Okay, the car keys are on the coffee table, go get them."
Lin Zaoyi's heart pounded the whole way, and a tingling sensation spread through her entire arm from his grip on her hand.
The corridor wasn't long, about ten meters from the restroom to the private room; she had never felt it was that long before.
As they were almost there, she silently struggled free, her palms damp. She casually wiped them on her clothes and said, "Thank you, Brother Zhaojing."
When his hand fell into empty air, Tan Zhaojing's gaze lingered on her face for a moment without making a sound, and then he gave a faint "hmm".
When Meng Henian returned after finishing his work, he saw the two of them push open the door and walk in together, and casually said, "I thought you had left."
Tan Zhaojing glanced over with a cold expression, "Your club needs to be cleaned up; it's a complete mess."
Meng Henian: "?"
He shifted his gaze. "Zaoyi."
"ah?"
"Were you bullied by someone outside just now?"
Lin Zaoyi didn't know whether to shake her head or nod, and at this moment, Tan Zhaojing spoke up, "Go check the surveillance footage yourself."
After saying that, he bent down and picked up the car keys on the coffee table. "I'm leaving."
Ji Baishen followed them out of the private room and chatted casually with Tan Zhaojing, while Lin Zaoyi stood to the side texting Tan You.
The elevator goes directly to the basement level.
The elevator doors slowly opened, and an arm stretched out while another pressed the elevator button. Neither moved consciously, but the two men couldn't help but glance at each other before looking away a moment later.
Lin Zaoyi was replying to the message with her head down, unaware that Tan Zhaojing's voice rolled into her ear when she had only typed half of her comforting message, "Watch where you're going."
She looked up. The parking lot was spacious and the cars were parked in an orderly manner. She absentmindedly hummed in agreement and continued tapping on the screen.
[Whenever Xixi is free, we'll visit the set. Just focus on filming. Zhaojing has no reason to target you; it's the company's arrangement.]
The message was sent, and the person walked to the car.
Tan You was probably free right now, and just as she got into the car, he sent her a message.
[You've only known my brother for a few days? And you're already siding with him?]
"..."
You can't expect me to stir up trouble, can you?
Tan You: [You're quite the picky one, I'd like to see what you can come up with!]
Tan Zhaojing had no interest in prying into other people's privacy; he was just sending a message to Tan You, which didn't prove anything. However, her expression at this moment stirred something within him.
A smile played on his lips, and his expression was relaxed.
I'll just keep my guard up against him.
He tapped the steering wheel silently twice with his fingertips, unbuckled his seatbelt, and leaned over.
A face shrouded in shadow suddenly approached, and Lin Zaoyi couldn't help but be startled, instinctively leaning back.
His breath drew closer, filling her nostrils with his signature absinthe scent. Not only that, his breath also fell on her face, making her shiver.
In this situation, she couldn't remain calm. "Tan Zhaojing, what are you doing!"
"What do you think I want to do?" A deep, resonant voice asked in my ear.
Then I saw him reach his arm toward her seatbelt.
As he moved, his fingertips inadvertently brushed against her neck. The light touch sent a jolt through her, making her shudder and involuntarily lean back.
Click.
Buckle your seatbelt.
"......"
There was a misunderstanding...
How could she be so narrow-minded?
Between them, he was the one who suffered in silence.
He quickly corrected his mistake, saying, "Thank you, Brother Zhaojing."
Tan Zhaojing didn't sit back down, but instead glanced at her indifferently from that position, saying, "Looks like I'm quite a jerk in your eyes."
She choked for a moment, "No, Brother Zhaojing is a gentleman, it was my brain that went blank, please forgive my rudeness."
Tan Zhaojing gave a vague "hmm," then abruptly changed the subject, "What's this about the alcohol allergy?"
"..."
If she could turn back time, she would never lie.
This might backfire; things could easily have gotten worse.
"Lying to me? Or..." Tan Zhaojing paused slightly, giving her a deep look, "What are you hiding?"
"No, no, it's not about hiding anything!" Lin Zaoyi shook her head frantically. She was so close that strands of her hair brushed against his chin.
A light, pleasant fragrance.
Tan Zhaojing's gaze deepened as he looked at her. "So you lied to me?"
The car was dimly lit, and Lin Zaoyi could only feel his overwhelming presence. She unconsciously tightened her seatbelt, trying to find her own calm voice, "I lied... I lied to you because I was afraid of being pressured to drink. I'm on my period right now, so I can't drink."
A smile appeared in Tan Zhaojing's eyes. This girl probably knew that she was talking nonsense, and her gaze was full of fear.
The bell rang.
Zao Yi's cell phone.
The two looked at the screen almost simultaneously, where the note read: Tan You.
Tan Zhaojing gestured for her to answer.
Lin Zaoyi decisively pressed the red button, "It's not that important."
Less than ten seconds later, the phone rang again. This time, Tan Zhaojing's tone was not as gentle as before, "Do you need my help?"
"Need not…"
Lin Zaoyi timidly offered a small suggestion, "Then you should sit properly."
Her soft, gentle Wu dialect was so alluring it made my heart flutter.
Tan Zhaojing swallowed hard, then stepped back into the driver's seat.
The scorching heat dissipated, and the air began to circulate again.
Lin Zaoyi breathed a sigh of relief, but before she could catch her breath, the vibration in her palm reminded her that things were not over yet.
He pressed the answer button with trembling hands.
She coughed twice intentionally, but Tan You didn't get it. Not only that, she also set a trap for her and then helped her fill it in. "Fine, if you don't want to be picky, then curse. Curse me the way you did that night, or I'll feel resentful!"
"..."
At this moment, her awareness of betrayal reached its peak: "What are you cursing? Who's cursing?"
With a strong will to survive, he said, "I would never curse Brother Zhaojing. I'm just biased towards my own people. Tan You, let me tell you, you can't compare to Brother Zhaojing. You're at best second."
Tan You's voice suddenly rose to a high pitch, "Lin Zaoyi, straighten your tongue and speak!"
“Straighten it up,” Lin Zaoyi said clearly, “Zhaojing is number one in my heart, you should go wash up and go to bed.”
She hung up the phone as soon as she finished speaking; she wouldn't believe her own lies if she kept making them up.
The man glanced over indifferently. "Is it against your conscience?"
That's wrong.
She remained composed and said, "The truth."
"real"
She gave me an expression more genuine than gold, and said, "Really."
Thinking the topic was over, he suddenly asked, "So, where should the 'white moonlight' be placed?"
Breathing becomes easier.
How could this person look at her messages... what kind of fetish is that!
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