Luring Her to Take the Bait - Chapter 13.1

The home design cycle is long, and since they weren’t professionals, once the balcony renovation ended, they simply stated their requirements and left it to the experts. They would wait for the final integrated decoration plan before selecting and making modifications.

It wasn’t too late when things wrapped up. After seeing everyone off, Ye Zhen officially clocked out.

The sky was clear, the moon bright, and the stars sparse.

Tonight, Fu Su was driving while Pei Wenjin sat in the passenger seat. Her large eyes darted around like radar, scanning everything.

A silver-black body, light gray interior—clean, tidy, and smelling faintly of oud. It was cool, very much Fu Su’s style.

The only thing missing was a safety charm hanging from the rearview mirror.

To say Pei Wenjin was excited would be an understatement, but the moment she stepped through the door, that feeling was quietly replaced by another emotion.

It made her seriously doubt whether Fu Su had only just moved in.

Because it was simply… too empty!

Looking around, the view was wide and open, leading directly to massive 270-degree floor-to-ceiling windows. Every surface she passed was completely bare.

To use a high-end term: it was Minimalist.

Pei Wenjin changed into the slippers Fu Su had prepared. She looked down and curled her toes inside the simple white slippers, which featured only a single black line logo. her mismatched socks looked incredibly conspicuous.

“Pei Wenjin.”

Fu Su’s voice held a rare touch of tenderness within this space.

“Follow me. You’ll be staying in this room.”

Fu Su didn’t seem the least bit uncomfortable. She had been like this since they got married—aside from being easily embarrassed, she neither resisted nor initiated closeness.

The apartment was over two hundred square meters, located in a high-end complex within the Third Ring Road, just a few steps away from the CBD.

Thinking about Fu Su living here alone made the place feel even emptier.

Everything was composed of straight horizontal and vertical lines—from the tiles to the walls, cabinets, and doors—it was all a very uniform white.

In the center of the living room sat a light coffee-colored rug. Pei Wenjin’s gaze swept disinterestedly over the square black oak coffee table, but when she saw the sofa, her eyes suddenly lit up.

A Cloud Sofa!

She had mentioned this sofa to Ye Zhen just a few days ago. It was an Italian brand, and she had wanted one for her office.

They said that sitting on it felt like sinking into a fluffy cloud.

Suppressing the urge to lie down immediately, she glanced at Fu Su’s back. She thought to herself: Such a cold person, decorating such a cold home, yet she chose such a soft sofa.

It seemed they both knew how to enjoy themselves!

Since Susu had arranged her room in advance and seemed to know her preferences, would she have decorated it for her beforehand?

The little princess, raised on indulgence, took it for granted that Fu Su would take care of her.

Pei Wenjin followed behind Fu Su, tossing her hair. “Susu, do your friends usually come over to play?”

“I feel like things would get dirty so easily here,” she remarked thoughtfully, looking left and right.

“No,” Fu Su shook her head, her tone steady. “I don’t like having outsiders in my home.”

Pei Wenjin blinked. “Oh, I see.”

Every time they passed a door, Fu Su would generously open it, giving her a tour of the entire home.

There was the study, which she could enter freely; the office, which was usually kept locked as it contained important dossiers and documents; a tea room; a gym area; a guest bathroom… and finally, at the very end, a large open-concept walk-in closet with a hidden revolving door, the back of which was a full-length mirror.

Without exception, everything followed a white theme with black recessed lighting. The quality was top-tier.

To the left and right of the closet were two bedrooms, equal in status, each with its own en-suite bathroom.

“You’ll stay in the one on the right. The closet is shared. You can unpack tomorrow; it’s too late tonight.”

In the entryway sat her many suitcases of various sizes, all delivered by Ye Zhen earlier that day.

“The toiletries are all new. The bathrobes and towels have just been washed. The water temperature in the bathroom is constant; just adjust it to what you usually use… I don’t need to demonstrate that, do I?”

“Huh?” Pei Wenjin raised a confused gaze, her attention finally shifting away from Fu Su’s sexy lips. If she hadn’t caught the faint, subtle teasing in that last question, she would still be lost in the other woman’s beauty and captivating voice. She had never heard Susu say so many words at once.

“No need, I know how!”

There was a hint of coquettishness in Pei Wenjin’s mock-indignant tone. Fu Su’s lips curled into a slight smile. “I’m going to shower first.”

“…Oh.”

Pei Wenjin watched her close her bedroom door, then immediately ran to the living room. She pulled a nightgown out of a suitcase at random, then, clutching her clothes, she scanned the soft sofa again. She secretly wondered if the place would look better with some colorful beanbags scattered around. Remembering she still needed to shower, she reluctantly ran back to her room.

The result was that she nearly burst into tears at the sight of the snow-white bedding. Wiping away non-existent tears, she comforted herself—at least the overall theme was white, which was salvageable.

Standing there, she could see the door to Fu Su’s bedroom. She suddenly realized she had seen behind every door.

Except for Susu’s bedroom.

When Pei Wenjin finished her shower and came out drying her hair, she found Fu Su in the kitchen. Her loungewear was equally cool and abstinent in color: a slate-ink striped textured shirt and dark gray loose trousers.

Hearing the movement, Fu Su turned to look at her. Her dark hair fell obediently over her shoulders, tucked behind one ear. She looked refreshed. “Finished?”

“Mm.” Pei Wenjin walked over slowly, her voice soft from the steam of the bath. “Susu, what are you doing?”

Just as she finished asking and stepped into the kitchen, a rich, familiar milky fragrance hit her nose.

Fu Su said, “I boiled some milk.”

She lifted the small white milk pot with her slender wrist effortlessly. The white steam rose against the bones of her wrist. As she picked up a mug, Pei Wenjin’s sharp eyes noticed that her wrist was red—a thin layer of pink, like a touch of blush.

“Let it cool for a bit before drinking.”

Fu Su held a simple black mug in her left hand and a large mug shaped like a Corgi’s butt in her right. Obviously, the latter wasn’t Fu Su’s. She glanced at Pei Wenjin and carried them toward the living room.

“…Oh.” Pei Wenjin followed behind her step by step. Suddenly thinking of the Corgi-butt mug in Fu Su’s hand, she couldn’t help but lower her head and laugh silently, the kind of laugh that didn’t make a sound.

What an unexpected contrast.

Before showering, she had already “planted” some of her belongings in various corners like colorful bodyguards sent to protect this home.

After thinking for a few seconds, Pei Wenjin’s steps turned light. She caught up to Fu Su in a few strides, circling her like a chirping bird. She smiled and said, “Susu, use that chubby cat tomorrow.”

Fu Su, having just set down the cups: “?”

“That mug,” Pei Wenjin explained excitedly, then ran off like the wind. When she returned, she was holding an orange cat mug, her eyes sparkling.

“Tada!”

“Susu, isn’t this cute?”

“I want to use this for my milk tomorrow! I’ll wash it and put it in the cupboard later.”

Fu Su agreed. “Okay.”

Pei Wenjin sat cross-legged on the armchair, her long limbs tucked into the seat, her wet hair wrapped in a towel.

From time to time, she took a sip of the milk beside her, scrolling through videos with a sweet, lingering smile.

Fu Su was used to sitting at one end of the sofa, near the armchair. At the corner stood a small black Tini iron side table, stacked with a few books and the two mugs.

Fu Su didn’t seem to have any intention of resting. The soft light from the wall-mounted spotlight hit the book in her hand, dispersing the chill of the cold home.

Pei Wenjin glanced at her, then turned her volume down a few notches.

Fu Su turned a page, her heart feeling inexplicably restless. Perhaps because it was Pei Wenjin’s first night here, she found it difficult to concentrate.

Her gaze drifted toward the other girl every so often under the cover of the steam from the milk. She hid behind her mug, stealing glances. If she were caught, she could naturally explain it away as drinking milk—it was normal for one’s eyes to lift when tilting one’s head back.

The hair wrap was clearly done carelessly; it was loose, and runaway strands dripped water—one drop, two drops… rolling down her soft, fair neck, sinking into the hollow of her collarbone, and then disappearing into her neckline. Only a faint, glistening water trail remained under the light, looking almost alive against her skin as it breathed.

Right now, Pei Wenjin was covered in a woody fragrance—Fu Su’s own scent. From a distance that was neither too close nor too far, it drifted into her nose like an intoxicant.

Fu Su’s gaze grew dark and unreadable. Her eyes brushed past the other’s chest and hurriedly looked away. She took a sip of milk, swallowed, then picked up her phone to open a smart-home app and raise the air conditioner temperature.

Pei Wenjin got excited by a video and temporarily forgot that Fu Su liked quiet. She suddenly burst out laughing, shoving her phone toward Fu Su.