A dish, no matter how delicious, can beco tireso once eaten too many tis.
Zheng Yanyan was undeniably beautiful—pink hair cascading down her shoulders, a perfectly proportioned figure, her slender waist wrapped snugly in a sweatshirt, and her toned legs encased in yoga pants. She was the goddess others dread of but could never have. Yet, as she knelt beside Zhou Yuwen, it stirred no special feelings in him.
To be honest, Zhou Yuwen found himself thinking about Qu Jing.
Since that morning when Qu Jing had completely surrendered to him, her deanor had changed drastically. Whenever Zhou Yuwen saw her in the office, her eyes would light up with an unmistakable sparkle, akin to a loyal dog seeing its owner return ho.
Despite her devotion, Zhou Yuwen remained composed, only exchanging polite words about work. He once asked her if she was overburdened.
“Not at all. As long as I can work for you, I don’t feel tired in the slightest,” Qu Jing had replied earnestly.
Her infatuation was evident, but Zhou Yuwen found himself ambivalent. The mory of that morning was vivid—Qu Jing’s flushed cheeks, her pleading gaze, and the sunlight streaming through the window, reflecting off her trembling lips.
That mont, her stance—one leg on the floor, the other knee on the sofa—combined with the blush of her skin and her half-unbuttoned pink shirt, was both alluring and overwhelming.
Zhou Yuwen had given in to temptation that morning, letting his hand wander over her thigh as she confessed her willingness to sacrifice everything for him. Now, in hindsight, he found the situation both thrilling and absurd.
Perhaps Qu Jing deserved so recognition for her loyalty. A title or position, perhaps? But how would Zheng Yanyan react to that?
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The next morning, Zhou Yuwen drove Zheng Yanyan to her class.
The early days of December brought crisp air and clear skies, with golden leaves carpeting the campus grounds. The ginkgo trees in front of the administration building shone brightly, drawing students eager to snap photos.
The class trip to Suzhou was spearheaded by Sun Lili, a petite thirty-sothing lecturer known for her polished image and affluent lifestyle. Married to a wealthy husband, her teaching position was more of a leisurely pasti.
“Since the weather is so good, let’s set off a bit early and return quickly,” Sun Lili announced.
Class representatives Chang Hao and Gu Yaoyao arranged a chartered bus, scheduling the group to et at 8:30 a.m. the next day.
On Thursday evening, Chang Hao reminded everyone in the group chat: “If you have any conflicts, let
know now. Otherwise, don’t be late tomorrow morning.”
The following morning, as students rushed to the eting point, many noticed a sleek black BMW X7 parked near the bus.
“That’s Zhou Yuwen’s car, isn’t it?” soone murmured, noticing the group of girls chatting nearby.
Although Zhou Yuwen’s classmates knew little about him, his affluent background and constant company of beautiful won made him a topic of intrigue.
Zhou Yuwen, dressed casually in a black T-shirt, shorts, sneakers, and sunglasses, seed effortlessly relaxed. He had initially planned to let Zheng Yanyan drive but ultimately decided against it, citing safety concerns.
“I can drive just fine,” Zheng Yanyan protested, pouting.
“Then sit in the passenger seat and help
navigate,” Zhou Yuwen retorted with a teasing smile.
“Humph, always underestimating !”
As the bus filled up with students, Sun Lili arrived, her sharp eyes catching Zhou Yuwen near the X7.
“Zhou Yuwen, isn’t it?” Sun Lili greeted him, recalling his na from her roster.
“Yes, that’s ,” Zhou Yuwen replied, offering a polite nod.
“What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be on the bus?”
“I’ll be driving my car. I’m bringing my girlfriend along,” Zhou Yuwen said, gesturing toward Zheng Yanyan, who smiled shyly.
Sun Lili raised her brows but didn’t object. “Alright, but it’d be better if you joined the bus. I’ll be discussing key points about garden design during the ride.”
Before Zhou Yuwen could reply, Zheng Yanyan chid in, “He can ride with you, and I’ll drive separately.”
Zhou Yuwen hesitated, wary of Zheng Yanyan’s driving skills.
Ultimately, it was decided they would take the bus together while leaving the X7 parked.
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As Zhou Yuwen and Zheng Yanyan boarded, Chang Hao organized the seating, offering them his spot near the front.
“You don’t have to do that,” Zhou Yuwen said, trying to decline.
“It’s fine. Yanyan shouldn’t sit in the back,” Chang Hao insisted, his tone firm yet considerate.
While Zheng Yanyan eagerly accepted the seat, Zhou Yuwen noticed the subtle tension between Chang Hao and his friend Li Qiang, who reluctantly moved to the back.
“I brought snacks. Want any?” Li Qiang asked Zhou Yuwen and Zheng Yanyan, trying to curry favor.
“We’re good. Thanks,” Zhou Yuwen replied with a polite smile.
As the bus rolled out of campus, Zhou Yuwen leaned back in his seat, glancing at the sprawling cityscape. This three-day trip promised to be more than just a lesson in architecture—it would be a test of relationships, tensions, and, perhaps, new revelations.
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