In the confined space of the elevator, Ye Shiyun’s gaze rested continuously on Jiang Yi’s face.
She tentatively asked, “Director Wen, is this your girlfriend?
She’s really beautiful.
What’s wrong with her?
Is she drunk?”
Before Wen Suihan could speak, Yuan Ye quickly replied, “Oh no, she is…”
“Yuan Ye, you’re talking too much today.”
Yuan Ye’s face turned red when Wen Suihan unexpectedly spoke up.
He bowed his head in front of his idol and shut his mouth.
Simultaneously, Ye Shiyun’s smile also froze on her face.
It seemed that Wen Suihan’s reminder was meant not so much for Yuan Ye as for herself.
Wen Suihan clearly adopted an attitude of unfamiliarity, as if saying his private life was none of her business, which poured cold water on her subsequent plans to flirt.
After hitting a snag, Ye Shiyun felt frustrated and uneasy but could only pretend as if nothing had happened, stiffly maintaining her smile.
Not until the elevator doors opened at her floor did she say with a smile, “This is my stop, goodbye, Director Wen.”
After speaking, she dashed out as though fleeing.
Once out of the elevator, she secretly congratulated herself for not losing too much face.
Fortunately, she got the answer she wanted; as long as the woman in his arms wasn’t his girlfriend, there was still a chance for her.
When Jiang Yi was laid on the guest bedroom bed by Wen Suihan, she was unresponsive and let him do as he pleased, uncharacteristically docile.
Wen Suihan took off his suit jacket and tossed it on the chair beside him, breathing slightly heavily.
Looking down at Jiang Yi, who was sound asleep on the bed, he thought if he hadn’t appeared at the intersection, would she have been picked up by a stranger by now, lying in someone else’s bed, being at their mercy?
The moment this idea crossed his mind, Wen Suihan startled himself.
He strangely wondered, what did it matter to him whose bed she lay in?
Thinking this, he grew somewhat irritable.
Even so, he bent down and carefully covered Jiang Yi with a corner of the blanket.
Then, he noticed the bite mark on the back of his hand.
Elder Chief Jiang had told him that ever since she was little, Jiang Yi had this habit of biting people when angry; it seemed this bad root couldn’t be corrected.
He rubbed at the bite mark on his hand, seeing it wouldn’t fade and couldn’t be bothered to do anything more about it.
By the time he returned to his bedroom in his robe, it was already midnight.
The dim sleep lamp in the bedroom was on; he was used to drinking a glass of water before bed.
As he put down the water glass, he turned off the sleep lamp.
He sat on the edge of the bed, his damp hair hanging down in the darkness; he lowered his head, one hand on his knee, the other holding his mobile phone.
At this moment, his usually calm brain was in disarray, his mind repeatedly returning to the kiss Jiang Yi had planted on his cheek.
He unconsciously reached out to touch the spot she had kissed, and for some reason, it felt as if something was gently tickling inside, itchily pleasant and oddly comforting.
After a moment, he had to forcibly banish the image from his mind, replacing thoughts with the troublesome work that awaited him.
Yet at this moment, he himself couldn’t tell which was more bothersome.
The weariness from a day’s hustle eventually made him give up on thinking.
He let down his guard and lay flat on the bed.
But the next moment, he touched a leg…