Bao Cheng spoke and turned his head to look at the two girls in the back seat.
His face radiated a bright, sunny smile, and he exuded the deanor of a wealthy young man with every gesture.
The girls in the back seat blushed slightly upon seeing this.
"Hello, I’m Wu Juan!"
"Hello, I’m Cheng Yi!"
The girls began introducing themselves.
"Hurry up and drive!" Jiang Keke, in the passenger seat, saw Bao Cheng’s enthusiastic deanor and couldn’t help but think of his previous affair behind her back, making her words co out rather impatiently.
"As my darling wishes." Bao Cheng grinned, looking at his girlfriend, assuming she was just being jealous.
Soon, the car sped down the road.
The two girls in the back seat exchanged a glance, feeling very displeased with Jiang Keke’s tone, especially since Bao Cheng was only greeting them—was it really necessary to act so annoyed?
Moreover, they were only hitching a ride because Jiang Keke had insisted they co along, after all.
And besides, who in private didn’t know Jiang Keke was clinging to a rich young man?
In the front, Jiang Keke had no mind to ponder what others were thinking. Her mind lingered on the scene she just witnessed—when did An Yin and Shi Qing beco so close?
Although she knew An Yin must have been going to a part-ti job at this hour, just the thought of An Yin and Shi Qing being together made Jiang Keke feel very uneasy, as if An Yin belonged to her!
anwhile.
An Yin and Shi Qing arrived at "Night Charm."
As usual, they changed into their work uniforms.
An Yin didn’t head straight to her post; instead, she approached Shi Qing. "I’m going to see Sister i first."
"Okay." Shi Qing responded, turning to leave.
An Yin walked in the opposite direction.
When she arrived at Wen i’s office, she habitually knocked on the door, ignoring the doorbell beside it.
The door was pushed open.
An Yin looked up and t Wen i’s bleary, intoxicated eyes.
"Co in and talk." Wen i’s voice carried a lazy undertone as she walked, wearing a bright red cheongsam, with graceful steps to a corner sofa and sat down.
As she sat, the sofa dipped into a curve.
"Why are you standing there dumbfounded? Co over and talk." Wen i glanced at the young girl, her voice rising a little.
"Oh!" An Yin walked forward in a daze, noticing several empty wine bottles and glasses on the desk and coffee table, and with Wen i’s appearance, she tentatively asked, "Sister i, are you drunk?"
The curiosity of a young girl is indeed strong!
Wen i leaned back against the soft sofa cushion, her eyes seemingly capable of enchanting soone as she looked directly at An Yin. "Do you think a little alcohol can get drunk after staying in a place like this for so long?"
An Yin stood there, unsure of what to do.
Wen i saw the young girl’s conflicted expression and allowed a hint of a bitter smile to play on her lips.
The An Yin in front of her was like a blank sheet of paper, not yet colored by anyone, youthful and fresh, with a scent like lily of the valley, making one want to gather her up and hold her tightly.
Wen i’s gaze on An Yin grew dimr, as if caught in past mories she couldn’t escape from.
An Yin noticed that sothing was off and, feeling slightly uneasy, hurriedly blurted out what she had ant to say, "Sister i, I was sick and hospitalized last week, so I didn’t co to work, I’m really sorry!"
After speaking, she lowered her head guiltily, waiting for Wen i’s reprimand.
"Finished?" Wen i said indifferently.
"Yes." An Yin slowly lifted her head, only to find Wen i smiling warmly.
Soon after, she heard Wen i speak, "Health cos first; there’s no need to make a special trip to say sothing so minor."
An Yin hadn’t expected Wen i to not only not bla her but to show concern instead, feeling a warm current flow through her heart. "Thank you, Sister i, for understanding. I’ll head to work now."
After saying that, An Yin was about to leave, but seeing the empty bottles, she mustered the courage to speak her mind, "Sister i, drinking too much is bad for your health. You should drink less in the future!"
"Hehe..." Wen i’s charming laughter filled the room, inexplicably giving a strange feeling.
Wen i didn’t respond to An Yin’s words, but instead said despondently, "Go on."
An Yin thought she might have offended Wen i by speaking too much, so she bit her lower lip in distress and quickly left the office.
The mont the door closed, Wen i’s eyes beca instantly bright and clear.
A cell phone lay on the coffee table, which she stared at intently. Just as her long, slender hand hesitated to reach for it, it froze in midair, unmoving until her hand ached, and she retracted it.
She collapsed back onto the sofa, closed her desire-filled eyes, and muttered repeatedly, "Why can’t it be , why..."
In front of the VIP lounge, Shi Qing watched An Yin walk over dejectedly but didn’t inquire, instead explaining the tasks ahead to An Yin.
An Yin listened intently, soon forgetting her earlier gloominess.
***
Su Mansion.
In the hall, the servants quietly went about their tasks, not daring to make a sound with their footsteps, everyone sensing that sothing was off with Mrs. Su these past few days.
Occasionally, she would vent her anger on the servants, and those scolded would think it was perhaps because the second young master had gone abroad, and Mrs. Su was in a bad mood, that she would soon be alright after so ti.
However, such a thought was too naive!
"Xiao i, make a cup of chrysanthemum tea!" Mrs. Su called out to the young girl not far away.
"Yes, Madam." Suddenly called upon, Xiao i responded tensely, like a startled bird, and turned to head towards the tea room.
Mrs. Su rolled her eyes in Xiao i’s direction and couldn’t help but mutter, "Reckless and without manners!"
Her voice was not low, and the servants working in the hall heard it, making them even more cautious and afraid of making any mistakes!
At this mont, Old Hu ca in from outside, and after seeing Mrs. Su sitting in the hall, his eyes flickered for a mont before he stepped forward and bowed, "Madam, Sir asked to tell you he won’t be coming ho tonight due to a business eting." After speaking, Old Hu lowered his head indifferently, showing that such incidents were a common occurrence he was used to.
"Business eting? Hmph, treating like a three-year-old." Mrs. Su gritted her teeth as she stared at Old Hu. "Probably chard by so little vixen again."
Old Hu remained silent.
So things were understood in people’s hearts, and this was how the years had passed; Mrs. Su should have recognized the reality long ago!
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