Jiang Yun looked at the ended call and smiled, one corner of her mouth lifting. So even a man who seemed like an iceberg could melt after all…
She slipped off her flats and stretched out lazily on the soft sofa. Then she picked up her phone and searched for the number Jiang Jin had left her.
His WeChat name was just one simple character: Jin. That was so like him—he couldn’t be bothered to say even one word more.
His profile picture showed him from behind, standing in front of a Harvard University building. He was tall and straight-backed, wearing a simple black hoodie, full of youthful energy.
Now he was deep and composed.
What a pity she hadn’t met him sooner.
She’d never gotten to know Dr. Jiang at that stage of his life.
Jiang Yun smiled softly and tapped the screen with her slender fingers to add him as a friend.
Ao’an Private Club
As soon as Pei Yanchuan entered the private room, he saw Ke Shaoyu sitting beside Jiang Jin, sniffing at his clothes.
“Well, well. Not acting human today—decided to be a dog instead?” Pei Yanchuan came over, teasing him with a grin.
Ke Shaoyu rolled his eyes. “How can something so cold come out of a mouth that’s 37 degrees?”
“Old Jiang’s been acting strange lately. For thirty years, I’ve never smelled a woman on him—until today.”
Ke Shaoyu grinned.
“Truly eye-opening.”
“You’re thirty. It’d be strange if you didn’t have a woman’s scent on you,” Jiang Jin drawled. A cigar dangled from his lips as he idly toyed with a lighter, looking every bit as elegant and at ease as ever.
Zhou Yan had gotten interested too. “Well, whose girl is it? Who’s got our Chief Jiang so bewitched he can’t think straight?”
Ke Shaoyu chimed in cheekily, “He’ll be talking nonsense in no time.”
Jiang Jin chuckled under his breath and answered unhurriedly, “If even this Romanée-Conti can’t shut you up, looks like you’ll have to come see me in orthopedics tomorrow.”
Ke Shaoyu had been about to say that Jiang Jin was so cold he’d never get a woman, but he silently swallowed the words.
“Ke Shaoyu, where’s your courage?” Pei Yanchuan teased.
Ke Shaoyu wasn’t offended. He picked up his wineglass and took a slow sip. “Ran away from home.”
Pei Yanchuan chuckled. “Pathetic.”
Jiang Jin picked up his phone and saw a friend request.
The profile picture was of a girl in a long, strappy dress at the seaside.
In the photo, her oval face was a mix of innocence and allure. Sunlight fell on her chestnut-brown, loosely curled hair; her lips curved upward, and her alluring eyes were like pear blossoms in full bloom on a branch.
A faint glimmer passed through Jiang Jin’s eyes as he tapped Accept.
Jin: Still not asleep?
Jiang Yun had just come out of the shower and was about to dry her hair when she saw her phone vibrating on the table.
Jyun: Not yet. I’m drying my hair, and my arm’s getting so tired [pouty]
It was as if Jiang Jin could see her coquettish manner through the phone. The corner of his mouth lifted despite himself.
Jin: Your arm’s tired? Come see Dr. Jiang tomorrow. I’ll take a look.
He had just sent the message when he heard Pei Yanchuan chuckle beside him. “I’m telling you, something’s definitely going on. You’re having a harder time keeping that grin down than an AK.”
At that, Jiang Jin casually draped an arm over the leather sofa and tipped up his well-defined chin, his voice languid. “Even heroes fall for a beautiful woman.”
Pei Yanchuan laughed softly. “Congratulations, Chief Jiang. You’re about to be off the market. All right, now it’s just Zhou Yan and me left.”
“I’m almost there too. If anyone’s going to be left, it’ll be you.” Zhou Yan turned toward him, the corner of his mouth curling.
Jiang Jin slowly turned to look at him. “Which girl?”
“That Miss Jiang from last time, the designer. You’ve met her—an absolute beauty,” Ke Shaoyu answered for Zhou Yan around a mouthful of snacks.
“Oh…”
Jiang Jin nodded thoughtfully. There was no warmth in his eyes, and his tone was flat.
“That one? You might not be able to win her over.”
Zhou Yan laughed in exasperation, not thinking much of it. “Old Jiang, can’t you say something nice for once?”
Jiang Jin chuckled across from him, lifting his eyes slightly, but didn’t reply. He raised his glass and took a small sip, plainly unwilling to continue the subject…