Feng Mingran noticed two gazes coming from the same direction.
One was fixed on her drink.
The other was fixed on her.
Feng Mingran finished her Mojithree slowly and elegantly. She could even feel the person staring at her drink swallow audibly.
As for the gaze fixed on her… Ha. If he thought he could spy on her through one-way glass, he was dreaming!
Feng Mingran’s exceptional vigilance was practically in her blood. A mere pane of one-way glass was no obstacle to her.
Otherwise, she might have died countless times by now.
The other party meant no harm. Feng Mingran appeared to glance casually toward one of the private rooms on the second floor.
Jing Yiheng quickly caught the warning in her gaze. As if recalling something, the corners of his lips lifted in a pleased smile.
She truly was extraordinary.
Indeed, to a real expert, one-way glass was child’s play.
Jing Yiheng stood and headed straight downstairs.
His instincts were rarely wrong.
If he couldn’t see clearly from here, he would go and take a closer look.
“Yiheng, where are you going?”
Ming Wanci asked at once, then rose to follow him.
“Young Master Ming, my master will be back shortly.”
Years of tacit understanding made Mo Ke instinctively step in Ming Wanci’s way.
“Mo Ke, you’re as calm as a mountain. Never mind. Nothing can go wrong in Xiaoxue’s place.”
Ming Wanci shook his head with a smile and sat back down.
“Ming Wanci, what are you so nervous about? If anything does go wrong, it’ll be someone else who gets into trouble.”
Yun Zhiyin swirled his drink and teased him.
Mo Ke: Calm as a mountain? The truth was, he wanted to live a few more years. Being too conspicuous wasn’t good for one’s health…
His master was obviously not interested in that cocktail. He was interested in the guest holding it.
A once-in-a-thousand-years sight—his master had finally made the first move.
Honestly, Master Jing was the sort who had no interest in women. All these years, aside from constantly thinking about that “slave owner,” he had never once looked a woman in the eye.
Could it be… that his master was actually a “hand fetishist”?!
He’d taken a casual glance just now. The cocktail Ming Wanci had made such a fuss over did look good, but what was truly exquisite was the hand holding it!
It was beautiful enough to be a work of art!
Even without seeing the face of the person hidden in the shadows, that hand alone was enough to leave anyone amazed!
Mo Ke even found himself imagining how cleanly and swiftly that hand could snap someone’s neck…
…
Jing Yiheng soon reached the spot where the woman had just been sitting, only to find that she was gone.
A pang of disappointment rose in him.
Then his ear twitched, and understanding dawned. He smiled.
“Looking for me?”
The voice was lovely, yet utterly devoid of warmth.
Jing Yiheng turned around.
Feng Mingran froze.
The man before her, Yuexiu, was tall and slender, with striking features. His face was as perfectly sculpted as ice; his nose was straight and his elegant, flowing lines seemed measured with a ruler. Not a single flaw.
His finely tailored white shirt shimmered faintly, as though moonlight had fallen across him and draped him in a mysterious silver haze. His noble bearing was so perfectly seamless it was almost breathtaking.
But that wasn’t the most important thing.
The most important thing was that she knew him!
After living a second life, Feng Mingran had only seven and a half people she could call familiar, apart from her family.
That was right—“playmates” her masters had dragged in for her barely counted as half a person!
Feng Mingran was skilled in medicine. Even though ten years had passed, she could identify the man before her from the boy she remembered, simply by recalling the structure of his bones as it had been ten years ago.
And Jing Yiheng, for his part, finally saw what the girl looked like.
The first thing that caught his eye was the tiny red mole on her left earlobe. Under the tavern’s atmospheric lighting, it stood out brilliantly—and was strangely alluring.
In that instant, Jing Yiheng’s heart settled.
It really was her!
Ten years later, she was even more breathtakingly beautiful.
Her long, jet-black hair fell like a waterfall, making her skin seem to glow. Her bearing was cool and ethereal, her eyes sparkling like a field of stars. Every feature on her palm-sized face was exquisite; every glance could topple a city!
For a moment, everything around them faded into insignificance.
Jing Yiheng’s throat bobbed involuntarily.
She was… beautiful.
“Mingran…”
“Xiaoshu Miao…”
They spoke at the same time.
Jing Yiheng faltered, both delighted and troubled.
He was delighted that she had recognized him at a glance!
But what troubled him was that after all these years, she still couldn’t stop calling him “Xiaoshu Miao,” the name he’d given her with the character for “vertical stroke” in it…
“I’m… not so small anymore…”
“Yiheng. Call me Yiheng.”
Jing Yiheng cleared his throat softly.
“Yiheng? Isn’t that my name?”
Feng Mingran’s eyes held unmistakable teasing. Then she sat down.
Jing Yiheng smiled helplessly.
You’re always right, no matter which way you look at it, you bossy girl.
In any case, in this life, he was destined to give in to her.
“May I join you?”
Jing Yiheng curled his lips and asked politely.
Feng Mingran gave a soft “Mm,” though inwardly she couldn’t help grumbling.
The sight of this kid, filthy and disheveled as he worked as a fire-tender back then, was already etched into her mind…
Wasn’t he a little late to be acting like such a gentleman now?
Feng Mingran ordered two more drinks and passed one to Jing Yiheng.
“Thanks.”
He raised the glass and drained it.
“Don’t mention it.”
Jing Yiheng’s handsome eyes flickered. His heart was clear as a mirror, and he drained his glass too.
Neither of them brought up Yuexiu’s upkeep at Yunlu Manor.
Yet their ability to understand each other at the slightest hint was damn near perfect!
…
Meanwhile, in private room A on the second floor, the men were about to explode!
“This, this, this… Is Yiheng flirting with a beauty? Is he interested in the woman, not the drink?”
Ming Wanci nearly dropped his jaw!
When he got a good look at the woman, he was thoroughly dazzled too.
What refined beauty! The two of them really did look perfect together!
“Oh, my God! Yiheng’s got a sharp eye! So much for ‘not interested in women’! The moment a top-tier beauty shows up, he’s off faster than anyone!”
Yun Zhiyin’s eyes were wider than bells, and his mouth could have fit several ping-pong balls!
“My master! He just drank something a strange woman handed him! If she had bad intentions, he could just lie back and let her do whatever she wanted!”
Mo Ke cried out too!
The concern in his voice amounted to about a micron; his barely concealed excitement was downright lecherous!
It’d be great if his master just lay back! Then he’d stop thinking about that “slave owner” all the time!
What was wrong with being a domineering CEO? Why insist on being a “domineering firewood”?!
…
Ming Xiaoxue, Xingchen, and Li Yunlan were also keeping an eye on Jing Yiheng and Feng Mingran.
Li Yunlan in particular had just warned her Leader to be very careful of Jing Yiheng, that dangerous man. And now, in the time it took her to turn around, the formidable man himself had appeared!
Li Yunlan felt like she’d been made to look a fool.
So much for not being interested in women! What a load of nonsense about him being some unattainable beauty on a mountaintop!
He was dangerous poppy!
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