Chapter 2 Violet "I have a first kiss complex, little brother..."
The welcome dinner was held on the top floor of the hotel where Ji Jiazhen was staying. Those two floors were designed specifically for these wealthy playboys and were very popular with rich kids. The organizer was a shrewd figure in the second-generation elite circle; there was no one in the circle he didn't know.
The nighttime temperature was low, but there were plenty of men, and there was no shortage of coats and embraces. Ji Jiazhen changed into a black dress with thin straps, with her waist and legs partially exposed. The black lace pattern could not cover her fair skin, and her slender legs were faintly visible between the hem of the dress, making her exude a variety of seductive charms.
As soon as she stepped out of the suite, Fang Chengmu immediately came up to her, calling her "Sister Zhen" repeatedly, saying he'd missed her so much and that she looked beautiful again. Ji Jiazhen was too lazy to expose his insincerity; she gave him face as a way of thanking him for the welcome dinner, even though she didn't really need it.
As they entered the elevator, Ji Jiazhen saw Fang Chengmu press the 58th floor, while Ji Jiazhen pressed the 59th. The red light circle went out the next second, and Ji Jiazhen glanced at him, as if to say, "Give me an explanation."
"Sis, I know you used to love playing on the rooftop, but we really can't today, the rooftop is booked out. Let's play on 58 instead."
The top floor has always been an open area because the people who come to play every day are all important and influential. If they don't have enough fun, it would be tantamount to asking for trouble. So there is no such thing as a private room on the 59th floor. Today's visit is a novelty.
Who wrapped it?
"Young Master Wen, Wen Siyu, you probably haven't heard of him. He's two years younger than me, and we've never played together."
She didn't really have that person in mind, but the surname sounded familiar.
"Who smells it?"
"I've only heard rumors. The most famous one is the Wen family. His father is Wen Qinsheng, a real estate tycoon."
She had a concept of the Wen family, and what she heard most about Wen Qinsheng was his romantic affairs, rather than his businesses.
"Whether you play or not, it's all the same, why bother booking out the whole place?"
"That's what's so strange about this young master. His parties are basically devoid of girls, making him a breath of fresh air in the industry. Tonight's party was a last-minute arrangement, and I heard that Young Master Wen is in a bad mood today. There isn't a single woman upstairs; it's all men. How can it be fun?"
Fang Chengmu certainly didn't find it funny, but Ji Jiazhen might not.
A group of men, how fun!
"Is he gay?"
Fang Chengmu chuckled, "Sis, how can you be so funny? Well, that's not true." He paused for a moment, then changed his words, "Well... I'm not sure. I haven't seen him getting close to any other man."
With a ding-dong, the elevator arrived. As the doors opened, a waiter pushing a cart was about to pass by. Upon seeing someone in the elevator, he stopped and greeted them respectfully.
Ji Jiazhen went out first, her high heels clicking almost silently on the carpet. She took a wine glass from the cart, and Fang Chengmu, with great awareness, picked up a decanter to pour her some wine. The red wine swirled in the glass as she walked forward, enveloped by the purple light of the corridor. The sense of harmony made it seem as if she was born to be in such a glamorous setting.
One word: demonic.
The soundproofing in the private rooms was quite good, and there was no noise in the corridor. This is one of the reasons why she doesn't like the 58th floor; it's too enclosed, and you have to switch between private rooms like you're rushing from one event to another. The open design of the top floor is much better.
Fang Chengmu opened the door for her, and heavy metal music poured out from inside. Ji Jiazhen tilted her head back and took a sip of wine. At that moment, a beam of white light from the private room swept over, dividing her face into two sides, the bright side casting a shadow due to the prominent brow bone, a captivating beauty.
"Everyone salutes the return of our top female star!"
Cheers and screams drowned out the background music at this moment, and all the excitement and climax of the night were named after Ji Jiazhen.
The top floor, however, presents a completely different scene, even bordering on indifferent.
A man sat casually on the sunken sofa, holding a playing card in his hand. He looked quite stylish in a trendy black and gray denim jacket. He had black hair and cold eyes, and was biting a newly lit cigarette. The rising smoke blurred his vision. He frowned, his left eye narrowing. His tone was both cold and wicked, and his appearance was the kind of handsome that girls were obsessed with—a uniquely sophisticated kind of good looks.
Someone tapped him on the shoulder from behind, "Brother Yu, some friends are hanging out downstairs, go say hello."
Wen Siyu didn't say whether it was good or bad, which was considered tacit approval.
Someone nearby chimed in, "What's all the commotion downstairs? There are quite a few people here tonight."
The person who was about to go downstairs replied, "They're throwing a welcome party for a celebrity."
"What a big star! So many people have come."
"This guy is really something, Ji Jiazhen."
Everyone present knew this name; she was indeed very famous back then, appearing on trending topics online and on large screens offline. Her face and name were everywhere.
Wen Siyu slightly raised his eyes, exhaled a puff of smoke, and asked in a cold, hard voice, "Are you in or not?"
The person who struck up a conversation threw down a card, saying, "Just kidding, bro."
Wen Siyu's brows furrowed with a restless and inexplicable irritation. He stubbed out the cigarette he had barely taken two puffs of, using up all his remaining patience on this game of cards.
After two songs, the last card was played, and the outcome was decided; he was the winner.
He finished his drink and immediately told everyone to leave: "That's enough. Go wherever you want to go."
He wanted some peace and quiet, so no one forced him to stay. After all, there was a huge party downstairs, with alcohol, music, and people—all incredibly attractive.
People left one after another, but Wen Siyu was still sitting there, shifting his position. He was the only one left on the huge rooftop, and the wind carried a sense of loneliness.
The atmosphere on the 58th floor was intense. Ji Jiazhen's body was warmed by the alcohol. Someone on her right fed her honeydew melon. She ate it, but her eyes were still fixed on the person opposite her.
Three people still haven't answered the question posed two minutes ago.
"When was the last time you kissed me?"
She asked that.
This question is quite tricky. If you directly ask if someone has received it before, some people might lie and say they haven't. Their subconscious reaction doesn't lie. If you ask when the last time was, even a second of hesitation is proof that they are lying.
She put down her wine glass and stood up, and everyone in the private room looked at her, puzzled.
"The game is over, no need to answer anymore. Everyone was quite honest, that's good."
Then he tapped Fang Chengmu on the shoulder, "Next time you want to curry favor, remember to find someone clean."
Fang Chengmu's reply was blunt and explicit: "Isn't it enough that he's a virgin, sis?"
Ji Jiazhen glanced at Fang Chengmu and said, "I have a thing for first kisses, little brother."
He left after saying that.
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Wen Siyu leaned back on the sofa, closing his eyes to rest. His head was tilted back, and an hourglass appeared on the table, with fine sand slowly flowing down. The wind blew the hair on his forehead.
The phone was on the table playing a video on a loop, and it was hard to tell whether he was too lazy to care or just wanted to hear the noise.
The sound of high heels on the wooden floor of the terrace was particularly jarring. He frowned but didn't move, not even opening his eyes.
The sound grew closer and closer.
"Didn't anyone tell you the rooftop was booked out?"
The words came abruptly, the sound of high heels still echoing, finally stopping somewhere.
"Nobody said anything and nobody stopped us."
He spoke with a smile, and his voice was very distinctive—not too sweet or cloying, but uniquely pleasant to listen to. He deliberately dragged out the ending note, making it sound languid yet slightly provocative.
Wen Siyu slowly raised his head the moment he opened his eyes.
The person who is still trending on social media, the person who made a group of people rush to the 58th floor, is also the person who was about to leave five minutes ago, and is standing right in front of him.
Ji Jiazhen leaned against the wooden railing of the terrace, with flowers behind her. She crossed her arms, her hair fluttering in the wind, and her lipstick was a more vibrant color than the swaying roses behind her. The shimmering water of the pool to her right reflected on her skirt, the flickering light and shadow captivating.
Wen Siyu rested his elbows on his knees, his gaze intensely aggressive. He had a deep, affectionate face, but his eyes were colder than anyone else's.
"Now you know."
Ji Jiazhen chuckled and walked forward, hearing the video feed as she approached him.
"...Did you all hear that? Go back and send it..."
Her gaze fell on the screen, where the protagonist of the video was clearly herself.
She picked up her phone and watched the entire video herself, while Wen Siyu remained unmoved, observing her series of actions.
"Look at me?"
Her eyes were so sinister when she smiled, living up to the nickname netizens gave her: a beautiful bad woman.
Her posture at this moment could be described as condescending. Wen Siyu looked up at her, just as the sand in the hourglass had run out.
Ji Jiazhen leaned down, still with her arms crossed, her long hair swaying in the air twice. "Is it pretty?"
Wen Siyu stared at her for three seconds, then suddenly parted his lips and stood up. Ji Jiazhen also straightened up, and the height difference became clear. At 1.72 meters tall and wearing high heels, she was still shorter than him.
"Trying to pick me up?"
Ji Jiazhen's eyes lit up at this moment. Ten minutes ago, she felt that tonight was boring enough, but now she decided to take back what she said.
Wen Siyu is quite interesting.
He reached for the phone in her hand, but after taking it, he didn't rush to take it away. He held it in mid-air, his fingers enveloping hers. His hand was a little cold, and the moment he touched her, it felt like an ice cube falling into warm water. An indescribable ambiguity spread through the air. It was enough to deal with young girls, but it was still far from enough for Ji Jiazhen.
"You'll have to put in a lot more effort to woo me."
The phone was slowly pulled away from his palm, and in the last second before the touch disappeared, Ji Jiazhen grabbed his wrist and pressed his thumb against the lower edge of his palm.
"You're special. You're unlike any boy I've ever met. You have a certain..."
He interrupted her before she could finish speaking.
"Ji Jiazhen, pack up your lies and throw them as far away as possible. I'm not one of those idiots you used to date."
Her smile grew even brighter. There were two things about Wen Siyu's words that pleased her: one was his habit of swearing, that he should curse someone's father, which she wholeheartedly agreed with; the other was that she knew the people she had dated before were all idiots, since those people now seemed utterly boring next to him.
This also reveals a signal: he is quite aware of her romantic affairs.
A night breeze blew by, but she didn't let go. She touched her right arm with her left hand, "It's so cold."
"..."
"Can I borrow your jacket?"
"It's warmer in my arms."
The sarcasm in Wen Siyu's eyes was too obvious, but he was too inexperienced in flirting, especially in front of an old hand like Ji Jiazhen.
What he said was sarcastic, Ji Jiazhen could easily twist and change its meaning.
Her touches on his body were meticulously planned; her fingertips could reach his pectoral muscles, her palms could touch his abdominal muscles, and her hand was also holding his wrist. She could feel his body tense up for a moment, and she didn't miss the evasive look in his eyes or the redness on the tips of his ears.
"It is quite hot."
The movement of pulling his hands down was swift; he lowered both hands at the same time and then glanced at his ear.
"I haven't put my mind to it yet."
Ji Jiazhen knew when to stop. Wen Siyu clearly wasn't going to let her succeed easily, and with Eric's experience as a cautionary tale, she didn't want to deal with these younger guys lately—they were too clingy, and she didn't like them.
She took two steps back, speaking slowly and deliberately as she did so: "Wen, Si, Yu, right?"
Wen Siyu looked at her, waiting for her next words.
However, no, it seemed she was just confirming someone's identity; after saying that, she turned and walked towards the elevator.
After walking less than ten steps, a piece of clothing was placed on his shoulder. Ji Jiazhen was stunned for a moment, but within two seconds, he smiled, a smile of a victorious prey.
She looked down and saw the clothes that belonged to Wen Siyu.
Saying one thing and meaning another is a common flaw of innocent young men, and it is precisely this that makes them so endearing.
Her claim of being cold was just a playful excuse; the alcohol was still coursing through her system, and her body temperature was quite high. But Wen Siyu didn't know that. He only knew that she said she was cold, so he offered her his coat.
It was easier to soak than she had imagined.
A note from the author:
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High-level hunters often appear in the form of prey.
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