Into the Night, Jiao Jiao Gets Kissed by a Business Tycoon Chapter 8 - 8 8 Cooking Late Night Snacks

Chapter 8: Chapter 8: Cooking Late Night Snacks Chapter 8: Chapter 8: Cooking Late Night Snacks Hearing the sound of the door closing, Xinan finally dared to cry out. Grievance, confusion, and exhaustion—all emotions burst out at once.

Not knowing how long she had cried, the tear stains on her face had dried. Xinan slowly sat up.

Her clothes were torn to shreds and no longer wearable. Although she knew there was no one at ho, she still put them on; of course, they did not cover anything.

Her body felt like it had been run over by a car. As soon as she stood up, her legs trembled uncontrollably, yet Xinan bit her lip and took steps toward the stairs.

Because her body was in such discomfort, she simply took a quick shower. Cheng Yi had been unusually rough with her, but when she saw the bruises on her body, she still gasped.

Xinan laughed mockingly at herself. She and Cheng Yi were only in a contract marriage—did she really fantasize that Cheng Yi had fallen for her?

Three days later, Xinan formally began filming with the crew. Since that day, she hadn’t seen Cheng Yi again, so she sent him a ssage before leaving. As expected, she received no reply.

Xinan’s male co-star was the new movie emperor of the year. With his handso appearance and outstanding acting skills, he captivated a large fanbase, and his recent surge was formidable.

To have achieved so much in his early thirties, his future was imasurable.

Xinan found acting opposite him to be relatively easy. She had assud that actors of their caliber would be difficult to get along with, but surprisingly, he had no airs and was very approachable. He often took the initiative to discuss acting with Xinan and had been a great help to her in the early stages.

Almost a month into filming, Xinan still hadn’t received any calls or even a text from Cheng Yi.

Looking at the chat history on her phone, Xinan smiled faintly, her eyes filled with bitterness. What was she expecting? She and Cheng Yi were never ant to be together; their families had just tied them together.

No, to be precise, it was only her wishful thinking.

When ng Qiu returned with takeout, she saw Xinan sitting in a chair, holding a script on her lap and clutching her phone, but her eyes were sowhat vacant.

“Sister Xinan?” ng Qiu waved her hand in front of Xinan’s eyes.

“Sister Xinan, what are you thinking about? You didn’t respond when I called you.” ng Qiu took the takeout from the bag.

“It’s nothing,” Xinan responded lightly.

“Right, I’ve booked the ticket to return to Jing City tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

Tomorrow was the engagent day for Brother Ji Bai and Ran Shasha. She needed to go back. Cheng Yi would probably attend too.

Thinking of this, Xinan couldn’t help feeling heartache. Since that night, she hadn’t seen Cheng Yi again. She didn’t even know how to face him now.

Cheng Yi had been in the UK recently for a business deal. He had spent three years there and was too familiar with everything, which was precisely why nothing interested him anymore.

A few friends from the UK had invited him out several tis, but each ti he was listless, leaving soon after he arrived.

In the UK, it rained continuously for several days. After finishing his work, he holed up in the hotel sleeping. When he woke up bored, he turned to old movies for entertainnt.

This was the first ti he felt empty. For so reason, he suddenly missed Xinan a lot—the sound of her voice, her breath, her smile.

He desperately wanted to see her, but whenever he thought of her cold gaze that night, his heart imdiately cooled.

Cheng Yi looked down with a wry smile. That night, he smoked one cigarette after another.

After that, Cheng Yi lost even more interest in staying in the UK, so he wrapped up his affairs early and flew back to his country the next day.

As the plane landed, Ye Rui followed Cheng Yi out of the airport, “Mr. Yi, are you going back to the company or ho now?”

“Back to the company.”

Upon arriving at the company, Cheng Yi convened another eting, which lasted until 9 o’clock in the evening. Since disembarking the plane, he hadn’t even had a sip of water.

After the eting, Cheng Yi perused so docunts for a while, by which ti most of the company’s staff had already left.

Cheng Yi lit a cigarette and then walked to the window. Below, the streets buzzed with traffic and the lights shimred faintly. He took a deep drag, holding the smoke in his mouth for a long ti before slowly exhaling.

He stood there for quite so ti before finally picking up his car keys and leaving the company.

He didn’t know where he wanted to go, just drove aimlessly through the streets, until his car ca to a gentle stop. That’s when he realized he had driven to Luming Academy.

Cheng Yi was stunned, then let out a self-mocking laugh.

He parked the car, opened the door, and the villa was in complete darkness—she hadn’t co back.

Turning on the lights, the glaring brightness forced him to squint, and it took a while before he could finally adjust. Cheng Yi took off his suit jacket and carelessly hung it on the coat rack by the door, then walked step by step into the living room.

He had endured a long flight followed by an afternoon of etings and hadn’t eaten a thing until now. Lying on the sofa, he suddenly felt utterly exhausted and didn’t want to move at all.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed, and Cheng Yi imdiately opened his eyes, locking gazes with Xinan, who stood at the top of the stairs.

Surprise first appeared in Cheng Yi’s eyes, but it slowly turned calm. Right, Han Jibai was getting engaged—how could she not go?

Xinan stood still for a long while. She had actually planned to co down to cook so late-night food and had not expected to run into Cheng Yi like this.

She spoke up, “I felt a little hungry, so I ca down to make so late-night food.”

“Mhm.”

Xinan went into the kitchen, poured herself a glass of lukewarm water, and then started to boil water for noodles.

But when she began to add the seasonings, Xinan seed to rember sothing and called out to the living room, “Do you want so?”

Expecting a cold response from Cheng Yi, she instead heard him utter a soft “mhm,” although faint, Xinan still caught it.

There wasn’t much pasta left at ho, so Xinan decided to cook all of it, and before long, two steaming bowls of egg noodles were ready.

Cheng Yi ate quickly, finishing his al in no ti and then elegantly wiping his mouth. Xinan had deliberately served him an extra portion, not expecting him to finish it all. Had he not eaten anything since coming back tonight?

After finishing the late-night al, of course, it was Xinan who ended up washing the dishes. The big shot, well-fed and satisfied, then went upstairs without looking back.

Cheng Yi didn’t rush to the bathroom to shower after going upstairs, but instead went to the study next door.

The room was usually locked and no one but him could enter. Step by step, he approached the desk, pulled open a drawer, and casually placed a black box inside.

There were already many more gift boxes, large and small, inside the drawer.

Cheng Yi stared at the box for a while, then slowly closed the drawer.