Chapter 51 At this moment, the word "adultery" became concrete in her mind.
Tan Zhaojing reached out and gently smoothed the strands of hair that fell across her cheek. His movements were gentle, but the somber look in his eyes did not soften at all.
She also lost her temper and forcefully pushed him away, saying, "Don't touch me."
He still tucked his hair behind his ear, and said in a steady voice, "I didn't eat the food Yuan Lai picked out for me. That lunch was also arranged at the last minute."
Tan Zhaojing's pupils contracted; was he... explaining?
So what? It doesn't change the fact that he was willing to share with Yuan Lai.
He casually replied with an "oh," and said, "What does it have to do with me?"
When we arrived at the floor, the elevator doors slid to both sides, but before they were fully open, they were forcibly closed.
Lin Zaoyi was alarmed by his actions, "What are you doing? They'll see!"
Tan Zhaojing said calmly, "No one dares to use a private elevator."
The thought of the word 'dedicated' made Lin Zaoyi furious. "Capitalists!"
A soft chuckle fell from above. "I'll have someone make one just for Lin Zaoyi later."
boring.
She shook her wrist, which he had been holding tightly, and said, "Let go."
"Finish what you have to say first."
"What else is there to say? Haven't we already said what needed to be said?"
Tan Zhaojing glanced at her calmly, "That was your one-sided view."
The girl in front of him looked puzzled.
After a moment of silence, he spoke, "If sleeping with someone once could draw a clear line, then I wouldn't have softened my heart that night."
Lin Zaoyi's confused eyes slowly focused; she understood. "So, you want a fight to the death?"
"A fight to the death?" The man chewed on these words, then suddenly laughed. "I interpret it as growing old together."
Lin Zaoyi: "..."
My heart was pounding in my chest, and I couldn't hold back any longer. "Is this how your Chinese teacher taught you to highlight key points?"
Instead of answering, Tan Zhaojing asked, "Did your Chinese teacher teach you about the consequences of starting something and then abandoning it?"
Lin Zaoyi: "!"
The boss of a large corporation was just spouting nonsense about idioms to her.
Just as she was about to have a serious argument with him, the stairwell door opened. It was Tan Zhaojing who pressed the button. At the same time, he let go of her hand and stepped out first.
The words that were about to come out were swallowed back down because of the awkwardness of the location.
Upon entering Uncle Tan's office, the man greeted my mother, sat down on the other side of the sofa, and casually picked up a financial magazine.
Both his posture and expression were gentle and relaxed, a stark contrast to the domineering and unreasonable demeanor he had displayed just two minutes earlier...
They say she's faking it, but who's faking it here?
Mingxian was leisurely eating a small cake when she looked up and saw her daughter pouting and huffing, "What's wrong? Who upset you?"
Lin Zao quickly composed herself and said, "No, where's the stuff?"
"Don't panic, I have something to ask you."
"Um?"
"It's Friday today. You haven't forgotten that you promised to come back and spend the weekend with me, have you?" Mom asked with a hint of sarcasm.
I haven't forgotten, but I don't want to.
Uncle Tan smiled and said, "Is he afraid that your brother Zhaojing isn't here, so he's moved to an apartment?"
Lin Zaoyi swallowed the excuse that was on her lips and said it politely, "Oh, I'll go back to Xiyuan after get off work."
Just as the decision was made, Tan Zhaojing's voice came over, "I'll go back too."
Lin Zaoyi: "..."
...
In the evening, Lin Zaoyi returned to Xiyuan before the sun had completely set. Tan Zhaojing was not there, so the dinner was quite relaxed.
After watching TV with my mother for a while, we went to the backyard. It had been a while since I'd been there, but every plant and tree there still stretched out its branches for her to admire.
They stayed there for two hours.
On her way back, a car drove by, its headlights flashing past her. She shielded her eyes with her hand, and a moment later the car stopped in front of her.
The car window rolled down, and Assistant Shao nodded to her, "Ms. Lin, Mr. Tan is drunk."
Lin Zaoyi wanted to ask, "And then?" but then felt that the question was a bit sarcastic, so she used a bit of emotional intelligence and said, "I'll go call Auntie."
Assistant Shao: "..."
Mr. Tan, that's all the help I can offer.
The boss's voice rang out from behind me, "It's probably hard to expect her to have a conscience."
Inside the hall, Lin Zaoyi looked around but couldn't find the maid. She asked her mother, "Where's Auntie?"
"I told them to go and rest; they were hungry."
"No, Brother Zhaojing drank too much."
Mingxian got up and walked to the kitchen. "I'll go make some hangover tea."
Lin Zaoyi couldn't help but ask doubtfully, "Can you do it?"
Mingxian glanced at her daughter, "Why don't you do it?"
Lin Zaoyi remained silent; after all, it wasn't her who was drinking it.
She heard a noise coming from the entrance hall and instinctively turned her head. A tall, imposing figure came into view as he walked towards her, along with the smell of alcohol emanating from him.
"Aren't you afraid I'll fall?" Tan Zhaojing stopped a step away.
She pursed her lips, "You're standing pretty steadily, aren't you?"
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my mother come out of the kitchen. I moved a few steps to the side to create more distance between us. "Mom, I'm going upstairs now."
"Wait a minute, the hangover soup will be ready in five minutes. I'll take it up to your brother Zhaojing."
Before the girl could refuse, Tan Zhaojing spoke first, "Thank you for your help."
Lin Zaoyi glanced at him, relieved that he understood.
...
As night fell, and being on the third floor, it was especially quiet.
Lin Zaoyi didn't go in. She stood at the bedroom door and knocked, "Brother Zhaojing."
No one answered.
Are you asleep?
Taking small steps, Tan Zhaojing leaned back on the sofa with his eyes closed, sleeves rolled up, shirt collar not quite neat, two buttons undone, and tie loosely tied around his neck.
She gently placed the bowl on the dresser and slowly approached. Tan Zhaojing, asleep, was in a different state. His sharp aura had faded considerably, replaced by an unusual languidness that made people lower their guard and take a few more glances.
Just as she was swooning over the man, who had been keeping his eyes closed, he suddenly opened them.
The moment their eyes met, she was overwhelmed with embarrassment. Before she could offer a clumsy explanation, Tan Zhaojing, still half-asleep, beckoned to her, "Help me untie my tie."
"don't want."
"obedient."
Her wrist was clamped, but the force was gentle. "Zaoyi, be good."
She didn't move.
He didn't urge him.
They stared at each other in silence for a moment, then he raised his hand to gently touch her face, and asked in a tired, hoarse voice, "Planning to spend the whole night with me?"
His breath carried the scent of alcohol, mixed with a touch of his unique, refreshing aroma—not unpleasant, even somewhat pleasant.
She subconsciously sniffed, "Who wants to waste time with you? Can't you be reasonable?"
Tan Zhaojing chuckled softly, "If I didn't tell you, you'd already be lying in my bed right now."
Lin Zaoyi: "..."
He's the only one who can make lewd jokes so casually.
He felt a warmth on the back of her hand, and together they pulled off her tie. In the movement, her strong collarbone was visible, languid yet alluring.
She looked away.
After waiting a few seconds and seeing that he didn't let go, she waved her wrist. Not only did he not let go, but he also pulled her into his arms. She pushed him away in a panic, saying, "It's fine in the apartment, but this is Xiyuan!"
The man ignored her, resting his chin on her forehead and stroking it intentionally or unintentionally. "Let me hold you for a while."
His voice, soaked in alcohol, was sexy and husky. Lin Zaoyi felt like she was drowning in his voice. She was annoyed by herself, feeling resistant and uneasy, yet she couldn't help but fall for him.
He took a deep breath and thought, "That's about enough."
He didn't loosen his grip; instead, he moved his palm down and rubbed her stiff back. "Don't be so tense, relax."
She can't let go.
At that moment, the word "adultery" became concrete in her mind.
He turned her face around, asking, "Am I that scary to you?"
She pursed her lips. "If I said I was afraid, would you let me go?"
He said, "No, they'll only get more entangled."
What's this?
Lin Zaoyi was saddened to hear this, "You're so fickle—"
The words caught in my throat; what was the point of saying them?
Her relationship with him was never aboveboard.
He took the initiative, saying, "How am I being indecisive?"
She shook her head. "It's nothing."
Tan Zhaojing leaned closer, feeling a warm touch on his forehead. He gently nuzzled her, and the girl's eyelashes fluttered. "Don't get so close..."
"Then you tell me."
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