Chapter 114 Like a Hidden Mistress
The night wind swept through the treetops, making a rustling sound.
Jiang Shixu parked his car downstairs of the apartment building and was about to say goodbye when his wrist was suddenly gently held by a slightly cold hand.
He looked up and saw the person in front of him wearing his suit jacket, looking particularly thin in the night. Her originally tall figure was now made slender by the wide coat, and her hair was blown by the evening breeze, revealing her flawless face like white jade. Even without makeup, she was already stunning. Her eyes softened a little at this moment, with a rare pleading look.
"Brother," her clear and transparent voice was softer than usual, "Don't fly back tonight. You're too tired... Rest for a night before leaving, okay?"
Of course, she knew that Jiang Shixu had already arranged his schedule, but thinking of his tired look today, the dark circles under his eyes, and the fact that he could fall asleep while sitting in the office, she couldn't bear to let him run around like this. Even if it was just to rest for one more night.
Jiang Shixu knew how willful this request was, and there were still mountains of documents waiting for him to deal with in Kyoto. But when she looked at him with such eyes, all the usual rationality and restraint disappeared. Even if she made some other more exaggerated request at this moment, I am afraid I can't refuse it.
"Okay," he heard himself say.
Jiang Tingwan's eyes lit up. She didn't expect him to agree so readily, and the guilt in her heart dissipated a little. But then, her expression became subtle again. Lu Zhaoye might still be in her house.
Although she knew that Jiang Shixu might have known about Lu Zhaoye's recent visits to her house, she was not yet ready for the two of them to actually meet at her house and then go back to their rooms to sleep...
"Um...Brother, wait for me for a moment," she forced a fake smile, "The house is a bit messy, I'll go upstairs and clean it up first."
Jiang Shixu looked at her quietly, without exposing her poor excuse. Of course, the mess at home was just a pretense, and he knew what she was panicking about, but when he saw her hurriedly running into the elevator, he couldn't bear to break it.
Jiang Shixu leaned against the car and lit a cigarette.
The scarlet fire flickered in the night, reflecting his deep outline. The long-suppressed emotions in his heart became particularly vivid at this moment.
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In the elevator, Jiang Tingwan quickly dialed Wen Nian's number.
The other end of the line was unexpectedly noisy, and she could faintly hear screams. She frowned slightly, but she didn't have time to delve into it.
Wen Nian's voice still carried a smile and a hint of grievance: "Sister finally remembered me?"
"Lend your house to me...my friend for one night." She went straight to the point.
Although Lu Zhaoye had to move out temporarily, he couldn't be left sleeping on the streets...
An exaggerated sigh came from the other end of the phone: "I knew that my sister took the initiative to find me, or to use me."
Jiang Tingwan was amused. She narrowed her eyes and said in a dangerous tone, "I remember you said the other day that you would listen to your sister in everything?"
There was silence for a few seconds, as if the microphone was covered, but a heart-wrenching howl could still be heard faintly in the background. After a moment, Wen Nian responded obediently: "Okay, the password is my sister's birthday."
Her birthday?
Jiang Tingwan paused.
Even if he likes to talk nonsense normally, he wouldn't act like this even for a password...
But now is not the time to think. She walked quickly towards the door. Just as she was about to hang up, Wen Nian's lazy voice came again:
"Sister, I helped you so much... You will treat me to a meal, right?"
"Yeah, yeah." She was thinking about how to explain to Lu Zhaoye. After saying something perfunctorily, she hung up the phone and opened the door.
The TV in the living room was still on, and Lu Zhaoye was indeed sitting on the sofa.
His eyes fell on the men's jacket on her shoulders.
Just as he was about to lose his temper, he remembered his new "good-tempered rule", suppressed his impatience, calmly took her bag, and naturally hung up her coat for her.
"Where did you go tonight?" He asked calmly, trying not to sound like a question.
Jiang Tingwan blinked. To be honest, she was still a little uncomfortable with his easy-going manner, but right now she really needed him to be like this: "Have dinner with my brother."
"Jiang Shixu..." Lu Zhaoye's tense shoulders relaxed visibly, and he felt much more comfortable. The corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, "That's good."
"Um...can you stay downstairs tonight?" Jiang Tingwan asked casually, but she was actually a little nervous inside. After all, this guy never played by the rules and could even stay at her house with a clear conscience.
Sure enough, Lu Zhaoye's smile froze instantly: "Why?"
"My brother is staying here for one night. You may not know that our family rules are very strict." She lied calmly, "If he sees you staying at my house like this, I will be embarrassed."
"Jiang Shixu is so strict with you?" Lu Zhaoye narrowed his eyes suspiciously, "Why haven't I heard of it before?"
"I was abroad before, how did you know?" Jiang Tingwan said as she helped him pack his toiletries. "Anyway, the Jiang family doesn't allow you to bring men home overnight..."
Halfway through her words, she suddenly realized something and stopped moving her hands.
Sure enough, the next second Lu Zhaoye pinched her chin and forced her to look up: "When will you give me a name?"
There was an undercurrent in his eyes, but his tone was somewhat accusatory.
Jiang Tingwan raised the corners of her lips, smiled falsely and pushed his hand away: "Come downstairs quickly, it's getting late."
Lu Zhaoye snorted and let her take him downstairs.
Standing in front of Wennian's apartment, Jiang Tingwan skillfully entered the password - her birthday. Sure enough, the door lock opened with a "click", and it was actually her birthday.
But before she had time to think deeply, she heard a gnashing voice behind her:
"Why are you so skilled at opening his door? Do you come here so often?"
"The password I just asked for." She took a deep breath. Fortunately, he didn't see the numbers she entered, otherwise it would be even more difficult to explain.
"Then why——"
Jiang Tingwan suddenly turned around, stood on tiptoe and gently touched his lips.
She would never do these things normally, but right now she wanted to get downstairs quickly.
As expected, Lu Zhaoye fell silent instantly. This sudden kiss made the tip of his ear turn red at a speed visible to the naked eye.
She took the opportunity to slip away, but he grabbed her back into his arms.
Lu Zhaoye buried his face in her neck and said in a muffled voice: "Just one night?"
"Yeah, just one night." She patted his back perfunctorily.
"Tell me in advance next time..." Lu Zhaoye finally let go of her reluctantly, but said faintly before leaving: "You make me feel like a hidden mistress."
Jiang Tingwan froze. Why did this ridiculous metaphor seem so strangely appropriate?
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