kitten
kitten
Xie Yong seemed completely out of sorts, holding me tightly. I had to lean against the wall behind me to barely support his body.
"..." Is it really just a cold? I was a little surprised. Especially since he was burying his face in my neck, his breathing suddenly becoming heavier, as if he was trying hard to suppress his physical discomfort.
My first instinct was to go to the nearby ward to find Ye Fenglin or a doctor to help him. But Xie Yong held my hand and repeated, "Take me home."
But I was afraid something might happen to him on the way. His breathing became heavier and heavier, and his body felt very heavy, as if he had fainted.
Xie Yong's father seemed strong and intimidating; he was a shrewd politician. If his son got into trouble, he would definitely not let me off the hook.
It was late at night, past nine o'clock, and I couldn't let this trouble stay on my shoulders. Looking down at Xie Yong, I suddenly thought of someone who could help.
Xie Yong still held me close, almost like he was being affectionate, making my neck tickle. I struggled to take out my phone and sent a message to Lin Zhi'en.
[I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you... but Xie Yong seems to be sick. We're at the hospital now, but he doesn't want to see a doctor there and insists on going home. I don't know what to do...]
I looked at what I had posted and bit my lip.
Is she still rehearsing? I know her ballet performance is in a few days, and I don't want to disturb her like this...
The chat interface showed "The other party is typing" after only a few seconds.
[Don't worry. Is Xie Yong with you? Which hospital? I'll be right there.]
Lin Zhi'en replied very quickly; even just that simple message gave me a great sense of strength.
I quickly sent her my location.
Actually, I'm a little envious of her childhood sweetheart relationship with Xie Yong. They understand and trust each other very well, and it's a perfect match.
Although I grew up with Jiang Mingzhuo and Jiang Zhao, I never felt that I was from the same world as them.
Xie Yong seemed to be asleep. I tried to pull my hand away, but he held it tightly. The expensive watch on his wrist reflected a low-key, luxurious light. His skin was always that cool, pale white, with faint blue veins visible beneath, adding to his appearance.
Within ten minutes, Lin Zhi'en had already appeared.
She must have just driven here from the dance troupe; her thick, jet-black hair was piled high, perfectly styled, adorned with a delicate blue headband and small flowers. She hadn't removed it; she wore a white coat, through which the ballet tutu she wore as Giselle was faintly visible.
A very distinctive light blue tulle skirt.
I noticed that Lin Zhien's gaze fell on Xie Yong's hand that was holding mine.
"..." I felt a strong sense of shame. I felt like a thief, shamelessly stealing her "male lead" and even being so "intimate" with him in front of her.
In the presence of such a beautiful, noble, and swan-like elegant Lin Zhi'en, all my actions seemed inadequate.
I used all my strength to pry Xie Yong's fingers apart and hurriedly explained to her, "I have nothing to do with him."
Lin Zhi'en smiled, "Xiao Fu, don't worry. I've contacted a private doctor, and I'll take him home in a bit. Someone will take care of him. He can't be hospitalized right now; it would affect his father's election."
Her voice is very similar to Jiang Zhao's; it has the elegance of the most noble instrument. It's slow and clear.
Because Lin Zhi'en wasn't angry with me at all, I felt even more ashamed.
Lin Zhi'en is always elegant and beautiful. She controls every emotion perfectly. She never loses control, but she drives me crazy.
I stole her childhood sweetheart and seduced one of them into indulging in lust. He was no longer pure. To Lin Zhi'en, this man had been completely tainted by me; he had become dirty, but she was completely unaware.
Lin Zhi'en found a doctor who gave Xie Yong an injection, and he immediately fell into a deep sleep. She remained remarkably calm and instructed people to carry Xie Yong to the car. In the darkness, Lin Zhi'en drove to Xie Yong's apartment.
The security here is top-notch in the entire Empire State. The butler silently and quietly helped, escorting Xie Yong back to his room.
Meanwhile, Lin Zhi'en dialed Xie Yong's father's number.
"Uncle... um, it's me. I was with Xie Yong, he was drunk. Don't worry, I've already taken him home."
Lin Zhi'en lied with perfect ease, yet her voice was incredibly pleasant, and there was a faint smile in her eyes, as if she had truly been inseparable from Xie Yong just hours before.
She possesses a natural ability to control the situation, handling it with ease and utmost care.
I looked at her with admiration. Lin Zhi'en put down her phone, probably amused by my expression. I lowered my head and told her, "I'm sorry, I've troubled you again."
"It's okay. Xie Yong and I often cover for each other. We're used to it."
Lin Zhi'en spoke so naturally, making me, a shady "thief," feel even more ashamed.
Seeing that I looked like I was about to cry again, Lin Zhi'en raised her hand, wiped my cheek, and brushed away the strands of hair that were stuck to my face. "Are you so scared that your hair is stuck to your face?"
This intimate and natural feeling made my heart pound even harder. I felt like a ripe tomato. I gently tidied my hair.
Lim Ji-eun: "How about coming to my place tonight?"
I blushed instantly.
Lin Zhi'en said softly to me, "I'm sorry, I've been rehearsing lately and haven't slept in a long time. I might not have the energy to take you home. But it's so late now, and I'm worried about letting you go home alone, especially since you don't have a car. It's almost the end of the year, and my older brother said it's dangerous for a girl to be alone at night."
I hadn't expected her to be so thoughtful and calm, and I felt completely helpless. She was so busy, and I had actually called her over to clean up this mess. How could I refuse? I could only nod. Lin Zhi'en smiled and put her hands on the steering wheel.
She drove very fast and arrived at the top-tier old-money area of the East District in no time.
Luxurious and classic townhouses stand near Central Park, in one of the most expensive and safest areas in Empire State, where security remains tight even close to midnight, giving people a sense of security.
I've been here before, and I even know which houses Ye Fenglin and Xie Yong own. The Lin family's villa has five floors, a small entrance, and a large area. The beige marble exterior is understated, but the intricately patterned door on the steps reveals the work of a master craftsman.
As soon as she entered the door, the servants in the villa were already waiting there. She took Lin Zhi'en's coat and took it to iron.
Lin Zhi'en led me into the living room, where a simulated flame was burning in the wood-burning fireplace, a dazzling crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, and any piece of art on the wall was worth over ten million.
"Pour me a glass of water," Lin Zhi'en instructed. "Oh, and tidy up Miss Jiang's room; she's staying here tonight."
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"Yes, Miss." The servants looked at me curiously, and one of them took my coat and handed me warm water.
A few minutes later, a maid came over and said, "Miss, everything upstairs is ready."
She watched me finish my water, then took my hand and led me upstairs. The entire staircase was carpeted and incredibly soft. I followed her to a room on the third floor. The room was brightly lit with large floor-to-ceiling windows. The style was light and gentle, and it was equipped with top-of-the-line smart home features, including genuine leather sofas and a luxurious walk-in closet.
The bed sheets and blankets were a very light pink, and the dressing table was fully stocked with skincare products, makeup, and jewelry boxes.
"This room is usually empty. All my things are piled up here, but I haven't used it. They're all new, so please don't mind."
"The room temperature is automatically adjusted. If you feel cold, just let me know and the voice control system will adjust it for you."
"The walk-in closet contains clothes and bags that I've tried but didn't quite fit. Come and try them on; if you like them, I'll give them all to you."
As Lin Zhi'en introduced the items to me, she opened the door to the walk-in closet, which was extremely spacious. She took out several pieces of clothing: a delicate and soft light pink halter dress, a light blue navy-style pleated skirt, a plain sleeveless dress... She held them up against me, saying, "Try these on."
Her tone suddenly brightened. I looked at the clothes with the tags still on, many of which were new styles that had only been available on the official website a few days ago.
I quickly shook my head. I knew she was very tired today. I promised her that I would definitely wear all these dresses for her to see tomorrow.
Lin Zhi'en said with a bright smile, "Okay, Xiao Fu, go to sleep early. I'm next door, call me if you need anything."
She maintained a very appropriate, yet not oppressive, social distance throughout.
I breathed a sigh of relief. After washing up, I opened the walk-in closet. There were so many different kinds of nightgowns that I was overwhelmed. I could only pick out a light pink silk nightgown without a tag from the list of dresses and lay down on the bed.
The pillow was fluffy and soft, and the sheets and blankets were made of top-quality velvet that smelled wonderful. I fell asleep instantly.
I don't know how much time passed, but I vaguely heard some sounds.
"Big brother, why did you come back today?" It was Lin Zhi'en's voice, somewhat muffled, coming from outside the corridor.
"You brought a guest back? And you even let her stay in your room, that's really generous of you."
“She was pitiful and lovely, always very careful. I didn’t want to put too much burden on her, so I told her that was the guest room.”
I closed my eyes. The bed was so soft, it felt like I was lying on a cloud. I felt light and comfortable, my mind was a complete mess, I couldn't wake up, and I didn't want to wake up at all.
The door was gently pushed open, and I slowly opened my eyes a crack, but could only vaguely make out the outlines.
Someone touched my face; it was very cold. He lifted my chin.
"...like a kitten, it just wanders around looking for places to sleep," the man commented.
"Brother, do you know her?"
"snort."
The door closed again, and I buried my head in the pillow, finally falling into a deep sleep. I dreamt of a black hunting dog that silently entered the room in the quiet night, its movements agile and swift.
The hound jumped onto my bed and forcefully kissed me. I hated the feeling of being covered in its paws and wanted to run away. The hound was excessively unruly, darting around like a group of children, its head soft and nimble, struggling to kiss and rub against me. I didn't dislike it so much anymore; I even thought it was a well-behaved dog. I wanted to reward it for serving me, and it only hesitated for a moment before obediently letting me stroke its head.
"Xiao Fu, are you awake?" A soft, polite knock came from outside the door.
I blinked. I slept very well last night. I was completely immersed in the soft blankets. After struggling for a while, I rubbed my eyes, got out of bed barefoot, and stepped onto the carpet to open the door.
Lin Zhi'en smiled at me.
Today she wore a light gray woolen dress, and from head to toe she wore Graff Garden earrings, necklace and ring. The outfit was tailor-made for her slender figure. The soft and delicate dress, with its sparkling and beautiful diamonds, made Lin Zhi'en look even more elegant and relaxed, exuding the aura of a true heiress.
Feeling a little embarrassed, I rushed into the bathroom. A few minutes later, I came out and Lin Zhi'en was already in the dressing room picking out an outfit for me.
One body after another.
I was a little hungry, but I was too embarrassed to tell her. Lin Zhi'en let me try on almost all the dresses in the closet. Her eyes showed an unusual interest and enthusiasm. I felt like a doll being dressed up by its owner.
"I think this outfit is the prettiest." Lin Zhi'en put her hand on my shoulder and made me look in the mirror.
She wore a misty blue dress that accentuated her fair and delicate skin. Her long, wavy hair was adorned with pearl hair clips, and she wore a delicate Cartier platinum bracelet on her wrist. Even her feet were shod in pearl-white high heels, giving her an air of pure, gentle, and pampered young lady.
Lin Zhi'en smiled, "Xiao Fu is really too beautiful."
I'm not really comfortable in this outfit; it's very inconvenient to go out in.
I really like Lin Zhi'en.
She led me downstairs and instructed the maid to hand me sweet milk. As I drank it, I felt Lin Zhi'en watching me intently, her eyes never blinking, a slight smile on her face.
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After I finished breakfast, I originally planned to go to the hospital, but Lu Qixi sent me a message saying that she had passed the law firm's written test and was going for an interview today, hoping I could go with her. I told Lin Zhi'en about this, and also told her that this dress was inconvenient for me to wear.
She looked at me, so I went to the dressing room and picked out a simple outfit. Before I left, Lin Zhi'en gave me a bag.
"Have your friend bring it to the interview; it might help her." Her voice was gentle as water. I looked at the pure black Birkin bag in my hand, about to refuse, when Lin Zhi'en chuckled and met my gaze. The subtle sense of assertiveness in her eyes made me speechless.
Financial Street wasn't far from the neighborhood. I jogged through the well-dressed office workers and arrived at the building. Lu Qixi looked extremely anxious; even with a thin layer of powder on her face, there was still a slight bluish tinge under her eyes.
"I'm so nervous." Her voice trembled. Seeing this, I quickly hugged her tightly and even gave her my Birkin bag, encouraging her to do her best in the interview. She gently touched her chest, trying to mentally prepare herself, until the elevator doors closed completely in front of me.
The waiting time was incredibly boring, so I went to a nearby coffee shop and bought some dessert. I sat by the window, across from a busy street with luxury cars passing by and pedestrians hurrying past. As I was biting into my cake, I suddenly saw a kitten emerge from the alley.
It was light white, but very dirty, and also very thin and pitiful.
My scalp tingled instantly. I hesitated and stood up, as if I could see the poor little thing I had adopted at school.
It's like this now, its tail drooping, looking either starving or frightened. People around it are hurrying by, and some are even raising their feet in disgust, wanting to kick it away.
The kitten let out a pitiful whimper, and another person showed a look of disgust... In my mind, I suddenly saw that poor little kitten, hungry and tragically dying under the wheels of a car.
I couldn't resist pushing open the coffee shop door, but I was too late.
The kitten jumped out warily and crossed the road. It was a green light, and not far away, a pure black Mercedes was speeding along and was about to hit it!
"No..." My throat whimpered like a kitten's. I rushed over and tried to hug it. I didn't want to see it die in front of me again.
The car was still a few steps away from the road, but it was already in front of the kitten.
don't want.
don't want!
My heart was racing.
The screeching sound of brakes hitting the pavement filled my ears. A few seconds of silence followed, then a cacophony erupted. In the haze, I vaguely raised my eyes and saw a man in a long, plaid British-style coat slumped awkwardly to the side of the road.
His hands were completely scraped, the dirt on his trousers and coat was so obvious, his fingers were covered in dust and bloodstains, but his face was the only thing that stood out. He was handsome and beautiful, with excellent profile lines, and his lips curved into a charming smile. He was gently comforting the white kitten in his arms.
My body stiffened abruptly, my blood turned to ice. I stood there dumbfounded, watching Jiang Mingzhuo risk his life to save this innocent little guy from under the wheels of a car.
Thoughts and doubts swept over me in an instant.
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It felt like going back to a long, long time ago, when I watched a kitten get hit and killed, and Jiang Mingzhuo reached out and pulled me into his arms.
"Are you alright?" he asked, using the same gentle tone he remembered.
But it wasn't aimed at me; it was at the little kitten that was meowing at him. He picked up the kitten, seemingly completely unconcerned about his disheveled appearance and injuries.
Jiang Mingzhuo lowered his head, hugged the cat tighter, and walked towards me step by step.
My whole body stiffened, and my face suddenly turned deathly pale.
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