Сhарtеr 6: Fighting for the Cоntrаct Wife 6
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Sо smооth.
Reаlizing what shе hаd done, her faсe flushеd with heаt. Веfоre she сould think toо muсh, а сhill ran dоwn her sрine.
It felt аs thоugh а dеаth raу was aimed dirесtlу аt hеr back.
Hе Сhuуa stifflу turned hеr head аnd sаw Хiе Yanqing squinting, his gazе dаrk and intensе as it fixеd оn hеr hаnd, the соldness in his eyes almost pаlpаblе.
Stаrtlеd, shе quicklу releasеd Shen Jiаojiаo’s hаnd, though she felt a twinge of regret…
Xie Yanqing then turned his resentful gaze toward Shen Jiaojiao, his mind seemingly lost in thought.
Shen Jiaojiao immediately apologized, “I’m sorry, Yanqing, for interrupting your meeting. I have something else to attend to, so I’ll be leaving now.”
Under everyone’s watchful eyes, she quickened her pace.
So embarrassing.
Xie Yanqing wanted to stop her but couldn’t find a reason, so he muttered coldly, “Continue!”
His tone was icy.
Assistant Li quickly nudged the still-dazed He Chuya, signaling her to continue.
Meanwhile, Shen Jiaojiao pretended to flee in a fluster, only to realize upon reaching the ground floor of Xie Corporation that she hadn’t driven her car today.
As she hesitated over whether to call the family driver, a sleek, understated black Maybach pulled up in front of her.
Shen Jiaojiao glanced at the license plate, didn’t recognize it, and took two steps back, clutching her phone.
Unexpectedly, the rear window rolled down the next second.
Shen Jiaojiao instinctively peered inside and saw an exceptionally striking man.
He wore a sharply tailored silver suit, his legs crossed, and his slender hands resting casually on the matching trousers, exuding an aura of intense restraint.
Looking up, she saw a face so exquisitely handsome it seemed divine.
Shen Jiaojiao was momentarily dazzled. Were all the male supporting characters in this Small World so breathtakingly beautiful?
“Get in.”
Wen Shanyi’s voice was as cool and clear as flowing mountain spring water, much like the man himself.
Shen Jiaojiao waved her phone politely. “No need, President Wen. My car will be here soon.”
No way was she going to get into the car of Xie Yanqing’s rival company’s CEO right outside Xie Corporation.
It wasn’t yet time for the plot where she would steal data for Wen Shanyi.
Wen Shanyi glanced at the sky. “It’s about to rain.”
He had met Shen Jiaojiao a few times before. They moved in the same circles, and although his company was a rival to Xie Corporation, it still collaborated with the Shen family.
As he was about to meet Shen Jiaojiao’s father later, he happened to see her waiting alone for a car and thought of giving her a ride.
Shen Jiaojiao also looked up at the overcast sky and was about to decline again when large raindrops began to patter down noisily.
Summer rain always arrived swiftly and unexpectedly.
Shen Jiaojiao gave Wen Shanyi a slightly exasperated look. Had his mouth been blessed with prophetic powers?
Seeing the rain grow heavier, she had no choice but to open the car door and slip inside.
“Sorry for the trouble, President Wen.”
After the door closed, the partition between the front and rear seats rose.
In the enclosed space, aside from the pleasant scent of sandalwood, there was the distinct, restrained aura of Wen Shanyi’s presence.
Shen Jiaojiao shifted closer to the door, putting as much distance as possible between herself and Wen Shanyi.
Wen Shanyi kept his gaze forward but adjusted his posture, reaching out to hand Shen Jiaojiao a tissue.
“Ah, thank you.”
In just a minute or two, Shen Jiaojiao’s hair and clothes had already gotten slightly damp from the rain.The pink cotton dress clung to her body, outlining her graceful curves.
The distance was too close, and Wen Shanyi couldn’t help but take in Shen Jiaojiao’s appearance at this moment.
A few strands of hair scattered across her forehead were wet from the rain and stuck to her face. Black hair, fair skin, and rosy lips—three extreme colors now perfectly blended on this delicate face.
Wen Shanyi felt that Shen Jiaojiao at this moment possessed a breathtaking beauty.
That feeling of a skipped heartbeat returned.
Earlier, when he saw her standing casually from afar, her hazy, gentle almond-shaped eyes unintentionally sweeping over his car, his heart had involuntarily skipped a beat.
Otherwise, why would he have told the driver to stop the car?
He wasn’t someone who was particularly eager to help others.
As Shen Jiaojiao wiped herself, the sandalwood scent inside the car was gradually replaced by a sweet fragrance.
Wen Shanyi suddenly turned his head toward the window, but his nostrils twitched slightly.
So fragrant.
Wen Shanyi’s throat tightened abruptly. He was someone very sensitive to scents, and such a pleasant and comfortable fragrance was no less enticing to him than catnip to a cat.
Unaware of his thoughts, Shen Jiaojiao glanced at him, thinking he was quite the gentleman.
She only used the tissue to wipe the raindrops from her face and neck. Her clothes weren’t too wet and would dry soon.
After Shen Jiaojiao stopped her movements, the narrow, enclosed car became quiet—so quiet that the faint sound of their breathing could be heard.
It was too quiet, so Shen Jiaojiao took the initiative to speak: “Where are you heading, Mr. Wen?”
She glanced at her phone—it was already noon—and casually said, “It’s lunchtime. How about I treat you to a meal? If it weren’t for your car today, I would’ve been drenched like a drowned rat.”
As she spoke, Shen Jiaojiao covered her mouth and chuckled.
Of course, the offer to treat him to a meal was just a casual remark—no one would take it seriously.
Wen Shanyi turned his head and looked into those curved almond-shaped eyes. “Alright.”
“Huh?” Shen Jiaojiao didn’t react. Alright to what?
A flicker of amusement flashed in Wen Shanyi’s eyes, and his usually cool voice seemed to carry a hint of laughter: “What do you plan to treat me to?”
Shen Jiaojiao: …
“Sichuan cuisine?”
Such an unattainable, lofty figure like him clearly didn’t seem suited for Sichuan cuisine. So, hurry up and refuse.
“Sure, do you have any recommended restaurants, Jiaojiao?”
Shen Jiaojiao fell silent. She gritted her teeth, her lively and bright eyes darting around repeatedly.
It was obvious she was searching for some excuse.
The amusement in Wen Shanyi’s eyes deepened, and this time Shen Jiaojiao saw it clearly. She secretly glared at him.
“Alright, I won’t tease you anymore. I have lunch plans with your dad today. Why don’t you join us?”
Although Wen Shanyi phrased it as a question, his unwavering gaze made it impossible for Shen Jiaojiao to refuse.
But the smile that had been on her face vanished.
“Alright.”
Shen Jiaojiao turned her face away, focusing intently on the raindrops on the car window.
Wen Shanyi was somewhat taken aback. Was she angry?
Had he been too forceful…
But Wen Shanyi pursed his lips. If he missed this opportunity, he didn’t know when he’d be able to have a meal with Shen Jiaojiao again.
After all, she was married…
Wen Shanyi lowered his gaze, hiding the depth in his eyes.
If only he had met this version of Shen Jiaojiao a few years earlier.
When he realized what he was thinking, Wen Shanyi’s coldly handsome face grew complicated.
He had never been in love before, but he wasn’t a fool either. His own heartbeat and unusual reactions made it clear to him:
He had fallen for Shen Jiaojiao.
Perhaps it was love at first sight today, despite having seen her many times before?However, she is already married.