Late at night, Yuan Yung lay in bed tossing and turning.
She thought she had enough rationality to handle so matters, but the reality seed to have overestimated herself. Her heart was a bit chaotic, sensing an invisible web ahead. If she didn’t try hard to break through, she would be trapped within.
But, if she broke through, the unfamiliar outside world would leave her feeling restrained and unsure of how to navigate.
The situation between her and Jun Ting was truly awkward. They had been childhood friends, and later, he was in a relationship with Yuan Yuqi, even reaching the point of discussing marriage and eting the parents.
Yuan Yung had always been grateful to her adoptive parents. During the year she studied abroad, Mrs. Yuan would often call her, and her tone was filled with guilt and helplessness, but mostly pity for Yuan Yuqi’s misfortune.
Initially, her adoptive parents harbored resentnt towards her sudden marriage to Jun Ting, believing she snatched her sister’s boyfriend and used dirty tactics to elevate her status.
But later, perhaps due to Yuan Yuqi’s conscience or her genuine realization of so truths, she explained everything honestly to the adoptive parents, which led to them reaching out to Yuan Yung again.
Yuan Yung thought, even if the adoptive parents were "petty," she wouldn’t feel troubled. How much money was needed to settle things, she would pay decisively, making things easier.
But her adoptive parents weren’t like that; they were good people.
As an adopted daughter, Yuan Yung really couldn’t find any faults with them.
Every ti Mrs. Yuan called, she talked about Yuan Yuqi, calling her immature for having a child at such a young age, one who happened to be sick. The conversation would inevitably lead to Jun Ting, lanting how Yuan Yuqi couldn’t hold onto such a good man, resigning to such a fate in this life.
Yuan Yung knew her adoptive mother ant no harm by such words; she needed soone to listen to, but while the speaker might not have any intent, the listener felt uncomfortable—
Just feeling annoyed and awkward.
She wondered how she could have been so muddled to agree to Jun Ting’s marriage proposal.
Thinking about it made her scalp tingle. Sleepiness was creeping in, and as she was about to sleep, having read only a few words from the book, she unexpectedly caught a flash of light at the window.
Yuan Yung was a bit afraid of the dark, but sleeping with the lights on wasn’t good either, so she never pulled the curtains, relying on the moonlight.
She thought, maybe he was back.
If he’s back, so be it! It’s none of her business, she continued to sleep.
As she reached for her phone on the bedside to switch it to sleep mode, his call ca in, and Yuan Yung instinctively pressed the decline button.
A bit childishly.
She thought, if he’s back, why call her?
Should she open the door for him?
He wishes!
Just as she snuggled into the warm quilt, his call ca through again, and Yuan Yung instantly felt displeased. She answered, "What do you want? I’m going to sleep, don’t call randomly."
"...Uh, hello."
A woman’s voice.
Yuan Yung was startled, a woman using Jun Ting’s phone to call her—
Uh, this scenario inexplicably excited her, like adrenaline, her mind instantly conjured a rebuttal, just as she heard the other person say, "Could you please co and fetch Mr. Huo? He’s drunk."
"..." Yuan Yung’s mind montarily short-circuited, even freezing, thinking why it didn’t follow the expected drama, not like this, sister.
"Oh, okay, wait a mont."
"Mm—"
Yuan Yung was wearing a set of divided pajamas, cartoon-style, and casually threw on a hoodie, tying two low ponytails, and went downstairs.
She thought Jun Ting was troubleso; if he’s drunk, he should stay at a hotel, why co back!
Muttering internally while making her way to the car.
The weather in Hong Kong is peculiar; even if it’s sweltering during the day, the night chills you to the bone. Yuan Yung felt the cold, shoving her hands into her hoodie’s pockets, hopping by the car, "Hey! Where’s the person?"
Was Jun Ting trying to freeze her to death?
Yuan Yung crouched to look into the driver’s seat, saw no one, then moved to the back seat, crouching again—
This ti, she saw.
In the backseat, the man seed half-drunk, half-awake, with the woman leaning against his chest, the two of them... kissing.
The scene hit Yuan Yung like a volcanic eruption.
Without thinking, Yuan Yung turned to leave, but felt a deep-seated anger, stopped a few steps later, why should she leave?
She hadn’t divorced Jun Ting yet, he was being kissed by another woman, leaving ant allowing soone to cuckold her.
Could she swallow this easily?
Yuan Yung didn’t know how others would handle such matters, but she couldn’t swallow it.
She still had her hands in her pockets, approached with a slight swagger, lazily reached to knock on the window, but the inside was too absorbed in kissing, blocking out all external noise—
So, she slapped the glass with her palm!
Three loud thuds!
The sound was so loud even a deaf person could hear it.
Of course, it made Yuan Yung’s palm hurt fiercely, like being scorched.
Finally, the people inside heard the noise, imdiately opened the car door and ca out, a face tinged with shyness, lacking the boldness of a dayti siren.
Yuan Yung thought, definitely a double-faced woman.
The one bringing Jun Ting back was none other than Xu Jingya, his secretary.
As Xu Jingya t Yuan Yung’s aningful gaze, she knew she had seen everything, feeling a bit embarrassed, subconsciously biting her lip, but the gesture seed to Yuan Yung like she was still savoring Jun Ting’s lingering warmth.
"...Mr. Huo... he’s drunk and mistook for soone else." Xu Jingya explained.
Yuan Yung’s expression was amused yet cold, glancing at the man lying inside, who indeed seed rather drunk, "My brother is drunk, is Secretary Xu also drunk?"
Xu Jingya’s expression turned awkward, "Sorry, it won’t happen again. I want to continue working for Mr. Huo, so I hope..."
"Don’t worry, Secretary Xu." Yuan Yung touched her nose, reddened by the cold, "Who would take a man’s drunken antics seriously? I certainly won’t ntion it."
Xu Jingya, being sharp, understood the implication.
Since it wasn’t ant to be taken seriously, the man didn’t need to know.
Imdiately, Xu Jingya felt complicated; she wanted to keep her shiny, well-paid job, yet also yearned for sothing more with Jun Ting.
But she was aware that Jun Ting was professional, clear-cut, from the mont he hired her at Huo Family, he indicated they could only be superior and subordinate.
Yuan Yung couldn’t fathom this woman’s thoughts, nor did she care. She moved to get into the car, intending to help the man out, but was hit by the strong sll of alcohol as she reached for him.
She thought, Xu Jingya really has bold tastes, to kiss soone in such a state.
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