Chapter 169 Xiao Jiu, I Want an Identity
The room was quiet, save for the fragrant aroma of tea and the air thick with ambiguity.
The crowd remained outwardly calm, but inwardly they were racking their brains trying to figure out who this girl was.
Isn't he Lao Ji's apprentice? How did he get involved with this person again?
Wen Jiu also looked up at him.
His hand rested on the openwork area of her waist, the warmth of his palm inescapably reaching her, along with his faint, cool fragrance, completely enveloping her.
"What are you doing here?" she asked in a low voice.
"He came on behalf of Zhou Qiyong."
As Zhou Yanchuan spoke, he placed a crystal-clear pastry into the small dish in front of her.
Wen Jiu glanced at him, but didn't rush to eat. Instead, she said softly, "That's my senior brother outside."
Zhou Yanchuan raised his eyebrows, not expecting her to bring it up herself.
Meeting his gaze, the person said again, "We're nothing."
"If I remember correctly, he was the one who took you home a while ago, right?"
How did you see it when it was so dark?
"That's because Master is worried."
Aren't you afraid I won't trust you?
As soon as Zhou Yanchuan asked that question, the girl beside him suddenly fell silent.
He frowned.
He assumed she wasn't going to pay him any attention.
Unexpectedly, the next second, she moved closer to him again.
"I'm scared, isn't that what I'm explaining to you?"
Zhou Yanchuan stiffened as she leaned against him, his lips curving slightly upward before he pursed them back.
Seeing this, someone couldn't contain their curiosity and asked, "Yanchuan, what's your relationship with Miss Wen?"
"What do you think, Uncle Gu? What kind of relationship do you see between us?"
His rhetorical question elicited various reactions from the crowd, and for a moment, no one dared to answer it.
If you answer correctly, it's fine, but if you answer incorrectly, it can be displeasing.
However, the person in front of them was clearly not asking this question to make things difficult. Seeing them considering it, he spoke first: "Didn't you uncles just ask me which family's girl I preferred?"
As soon as he spoke, everyone turned to look at him.
A gentle smile spread across his handsome face, like a river thawing in early spring, its warmth undisguised. He said softly, "I like her."
Not only were those who were unaware of the situation stunned, but Wen Jiu was also momentarily lost in thought when she heard him say those words.
Before he could answer these people, he whispered in her ear, "Xiao Jiu, I want an identity."
He was willing to play the game of hiding their relationship with her, but he longed to express his feelings for her publicly. He wanted a long and steady relationship with her, like brewing tea with lukewarm water, but he also wanted a passionate and fiery one.
In front of outsiders, she is Wen Jiu, Prosecutor Wen, but she also hopes that her identity as Xiao Jiu can be known by others.
The aroma of tea filled the quiet and elegant room. Pei Songxian snapped out of his reverie, "Nowadays, people value free love."
The implication was that she should go after him.
Upon hearing this, the others echoed his sentiments.
Given his current status, let alone if he were to fall for a girl with a boyfriend, even if he were to fall for a married woman, people would still find ways to praise him.
It's just that I can't help but feel surprised.
He actually liked a prosecutor.
I called her in alone just so she could have something to eat.
The hand that had been resting on her waist never left her side since she sat down.
Upon arriving here, the group realized they had come to assert their sovereignty.
*
Wen Jiu sat there and ate a few pastries, but couldn't stand the atmosphere any longer. She lowered her voice and said to Zhou Yanchuan, "You continue talking, I'll go out first."
He looked back at her: "What time are you going back?"
"I'm fine with either."
It's Friday.
Wen Jiu was taken aback, her face slightly flushed: "I know."
Zhou Yanchuan smiled genuinely this time and said softly, "Then I'll come find you and take you home later."
Hearing the words "go home," Wen Jiu's heart trembled for no reason, and she nodded, "Okay."
*
Several young people were playing pool at the pool table. When they saw Wen Jiu come out, Xie Tinghe waved and greeted her: "Little Jiu, little sister."
Wen Jiu walked over and, as she got closer, saw a familiar person.
Not only her, but the girl sitting on the sofa also showed surprise when she saw her appear.
Shen Shiran looked at the person in front of her. Her snow-white shoulders and neck were exposed to the air, making her body even more slender and charming. In addition to her purity, she also had a touch of feminine charm.
But those eyes remained as clear as ever.
When the girl broke up with Zhou Yanchuan, it was truly unexpected for her.
She thought she would hold onto him no matter what.
I didn't expect them to break up so decisively.
Xie Tinghe was initially worried that his rivals would be particularly hostile and clash, but the ever-proud Miss Shen took the initiative to get up from the sofa, reach out her hand and say, "Long time no see."
Wen Jiu was more composed: "Long time no see."
As they were talking, a refined and elegant man walked towards them, holding a cup of hot tea, which he handed to Shen Shiran as she stood up.
"Why did you get up?" he asked worriedly, and then reached out to help her sit down.
Shen Shiran brushed him aside indifferently: "It's just a pregnancy, it's not like anything's wrong. You can't just stay still."
Upon hearing this, Wen Jiu's eyes widened in surprise.
Seeing her reaction, He Shixu, who was standing next to her, slightly curved his lips and explained to her, "Shi Ran got married two years ago."
"I see," she said, her eyes showing a mixture of understanding and surprise.
After chatting for a while, Xie Tinghe picked up a golf club and asked Wen Jiu, "Little Jiu, would you like to play?"
"I won't."
"It's simple, I'll teach you."
After Xie Tinghe finished speaking, he began to explain the rules to her.
Seeing her puzzled expression, Ji Wenbai took off his suit jacket and leaned down to gesture.
Upon seeing this, the others standing nearby couldn't help but scrutinize the girl who had suddenly appeared.
She had never seen her at previous gatherings, yet these people were taking exceptional care of her.
Even He Shixu, who usually paid no attention to girls, kept a close eye on them the whole time.
It was Wen Jiu's first time playing, and she felt awkward no matter how she held the cue.
Xie Tinghe said from the side, "Little Jiu, why do you freeze up like a pole the moment you touch it?"
"..."
Wen Jiu ignored him and focused on figuring out how to fight.
He Shixu noticed that the person's grip on the bar was incorrect; the hand that was about to touch it raised and then fell back down.
*
"Then I'll visit you another day," Zhou Yanchuan said politely to the person beside him.
He was still exchanging pleasantries with someone, but the moment he stepped out from behind the screen, he saw that figure not far away.
Those around him naturally noticed his gaze. He still had that nonchalant and indifferent look, but for some reason, it made them feel much gentler.
He didn't immediately walk towards the pool table; instead, he stood in front of the screen, quietly watching the person diligently learning how to hold the cue.
Beneath the Chinese-style chandelier, a face is turned to the side, with exquisitely beautiful features.
His eyes held a gentle light that he couldn't hide.
Wen Jiu was unaware of Zhou Yanchuan's arrival. She had just gotten used to holding the cue stick and was about to give it a try.
As she leaned forward, her dark hair cascaded down, and the crescent-shaped cutout on her back subtly unfolded. The small patch of skin that had been barely exposed was now revealed, porcelain white and delicate, even more lustrous than the fabric of her clothes.
Zhou Yanchuan's gaze fell on those butterfly-shaped shoulder blades, and he walked over.
His approach silenced the group of people.
As Wen Jiu was about to stand up and change her angle after hitting the ball at an angle, a wisp of cedar and bitter orange fragrance descended from behind her.
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