After Becoming Roommates with an Obnoxious Wealthy Heiress - Chapter 54.2

But whether this instinct was accurate was debatable. When Jiang Feiwan saw clearly who walked in from the door, she froze instantly.

She suddenly felt that, sometimes, instincts might not be so accurate after all.

She needed to go ask Yu Xian why her instincts had suddenly malfunctioned.

This wasn’t just a blind feeling.

It was because she could clearly perceive that after the woman outside entered, the temperature behind her dropped almost instantly.

Jiang Feiwan had always been sensitive to her surroundings.

For example, from a slight frown, she could tell if a person was impatient, bored, or calculating.

And today, she could immediately sense that Zhu Lingyi was angry.

Angry.

Particularly angry.

This kind of anger made Jiang Feiwan’s heart leap into her throat.

Reasonless, causeless she didn’t know exactly what Zhu Lingyi was angry about.

In the past, it might have been because of the family, the corporation, a product, or the market.

Even if she was angry at a person, there was always a reason.

But not today.

Jiang Feiwan didn’t know; she had no idea what the boss was angry about.

The woman standing at the door also seemed to see Jiang Feiwan’s reaching hands, yet for some reason, those hands froze in mid-air.

Then, she watched as those hands slowly dropped to her sides.

Her expression also dimmed bit by bit.

The woman at the door stood in silent dejection, clutching her arm, her expression withered.

Before Jiang Feiwan could welcome the person in, she heard the woman sitting on the sofa question the one at the door in a bone-chilling voice.

“Where did you go?”

Qin Shuyue lowered her head, her eyelids drooping, hanging listlessly. Her eyes were red, as if she had just wept bitterly. The whole person looked like a little stray dog that had suffered a great grievance outside, dejected and withered.

She didn’t answer her.

Zhu Lingyi set down the laptop, practically throwing it onto the coffee table in frustration. The thud caused everyone present to hold their breath.

The maids hid in the servants’ quarters, not daring to make a sound. Any drowsiness was gone as they each pressed an ear to the door, listening to the commotion outside while covering their own mouths, terrified of making a sound.

Zhu Lingyi stood up from the sofa.

Her long legs walked toward the door step by step, her polished, reflective black leather shoes making heavy, oppressive thuds on the floor.

Her slender and tall figure was ramrod straight. Every step was the epitome of perfection and elegance, yet every move revealed the anger she was suppressing in her heart.

The pressure of a superior was exactly like this.

No need for shouting, no need for throwing dishes or cursing in the street. Instead, in every blink of an eye, in every nearly perfect yet heavy step, she could make fear and dread rise from the bottom of one’s heart. Looking up at her graceful figure, looking at her face that was like a cold, national beauty a face that seemed untouchable by mortals one didn’t need any extra expressions to feel the urge to bow their head and surrender just to get a moment of respite and salvation.

As for Qin Shuyue, she only saw the black shadow on the floor getting closer and closer to her.

But she didn’t move.

She remained standing outside the door, clutching her arm.

It was Jiang Feiwan who stuck her head out to check the surveillance at the end of the hallway, then forcibly pulled Qin Shuyue inside and closed the door.

Whatever was happening, it had to be discussed behind closed doors.

The surveillance was an anomaly; it wasn’t safe enough.

Even at this moment, Jiang Feiwan upheld the excellent professional standards of an assistant.

And then…

She turned tail and fled.

Zhu Lingyi stood with her hands in her pockets, looking down at her, her icy gaze like she was looking at a tiny ant.

As long as she stepped lightly, she could easily crush her into the mud.

But seeing Qin Shuyue’s submissive, cowering form, as if she were terrified, Zhu Lingyi felt an inexplicable surge of anger.

Annoyance.

So annoyed she felt like she was going crazy.

“Speak!”

Zhu Lingyi reached out her right hand and slammed it against the door next to Qin Shuyue’s head with a bang.

She was nearly pressed flush against Qin Shuyue’s body.

But the inexplicable sensation rising within her body made Zhu Lingyi so irritable she felt like she might explode.

She actually couldn’t help but want to press even closer to her.

She really wanted to give herself a slap right now.

Qin Shuyue still didn’t speak.

She continued to keep her head lowered.

Seeing her refusal to communicate, and that she didn’t even bother to look up at her, Zhu Lingyi was so frustrated she was nearly at her wit’s end.

But she restrained herself.

She had to be calm.

She had to maintain her reason at all times.

She couldn’t let this inexplicable anger cloud her mind.

She closed her eyes, took several deep breaths, and slowly exhaled. The scent of orchids mixed with jasmine lingered between them.

Smelling the scent of jasmine, Qin Shuyue’s eyes somehow turned a bit redder.

“Not coming back to the dorm for these seven days—where did you go?”

Zhu Lingyi tried her best to ask in a steady tone.

She hated the way Qin Shuyue wouldn’t speak.

This was the first time she had experienced what defeat felt like through Qin Shuyue.

Wanting to grasp her, yet always failing.

Coming and going like a ghost, ethereal and vague—no matter what Zhu Lingyi did, Qin Shuyue always had a face full of indifference, no nostalgia, no gratitude.

Shouldn’t she thank her?

She should be grateful to her, flatter her, and follow behind her.

Shouldn’t she?

She had the strength, she had the capital, and she even had the beauty!

Qin Shuyue should have fallen into an obsession with her, worshiping her just like all those other people at school, shouldn’t she?

No, no!

Qin Shuyue looked down on her entirely.

Qin Shuyue likely didn’t want to have even the slightest contact with her from the bottom of her heart.

Rejecting her, resisting her, and now even staying away from the dorm for the seven days of National Day.

What did she want to do? What exactly was she trying to do?

Make her unable to forget her?

Was Qin Shuyue thinking too highly of herself?

She was very busy, okay?

Zhu Lingyi took another deep breath.

Jumbled thoughts shot through her head like cannonballs, occupying every corner of her mind.

She had to stay rational.

She slowly exhaled.

But Qin Shuyue still stood there.

Dazed, like a broken rag doll, her eyes soulless.

Her reason returned slightly, and she cast a quick glance at Qin Shuyue’s right hand, which was clutching her arm.

Her sharp eyes instantly noticed something wrong.

She took down her hand that was braced next to Qin Shuyue’s head and moved to pull Qin Shuyue’s right hand instead.

But Qin Shuyue’s whole body trembled, and a low whine escaped her throat like a small beast, a whimper.

Pain.

Zhu Lingyi didn’t know why, but she could sense the hidden emotion in that whimper.

This made her even more certain that Qin Shuyue was hiding something from her.

The more she hid it, the more Zhu Lingyi wanted to know, the more she wanted to get to the bottom of it.

This was Zhu Lingyi’s usual way of doing things.

“Let go,” Zhu Lingyi commanded.

But Qin Shuyue clutched even tighter.

At a time like this, what kind of tantrum was she still throwing?

Without another word, Zhu Lingyi reached out both hands and forcibly pried open Qin Shuyue’s right hand.

Zhu Lingyi had experience going to the gym regularly, and her strength was greater than that of an ordinary girl. She used barely thirty percent of her strength to flip Qin Shuyue’s right hand over.

However, having her wrist locked by Zhu Lingyi caused a panic and helplessness, as if she were being stripped naked in front of someone. Qin Shuyue couldn’t speak, but she struggled and cried out incoherently.

Her eyes looked at Zhu Lingyi in terror, and Zhu Lingyi looked deep into the pitch-black depths of Qin Shuyue’s pupils.

It was like a pool of stagnant water, a dark abyss that never reached an end.

Qin Shuyue wouldn’t behave, and her legs also struggled and moved wildly.

Her right wrist was pinned against the door by Zhu Lingyi, unable to move, and Zhu Lingyi’s knee was slightly bent, bracing against Qin Shuyue’s restless legs.

Her entire body seemed enveloped by Zhu Lingyi; Qin Shuyue couldn’t move.

And Zhu Lingyi saw it clearly.

It was an injury.

Besides the scars left from her self-harm on her arm, there were new wounds layered on today.

Blackened, as if still smeared with mud, with tiny pebbles even embedded in the injured skin.

Abrasions, but more severe than ordinary ones.

Zhu Lingyi was absolutely dumbfounded by the scene before her.

In her twenty-plus years of life, she had never seen someone mess themselves up into such a ghostly state.

The shock was simultaneously accompanied by a surge of anger.

And within that anger was a deep incomprehension.

Why on earth would she treat herself like this?

Why was there not even a trace of a human being left?

Zhu Lingyi’s molars tightened. She watched for a long time, seemingly unable to recover from the shock.

After a long while, she spoke softly, her voice tinged with a hint of confusion as she asked Qin Shuyue, “Injured like this, why didn’t you go to the hospital?”

But upon hearing this, Qin Shuyue’s emotions surged. She whimpered, a roar of unknown origin rising from her throat, and she began to struggle and scream frantically.

In her dazed yet impulsive gaze, Qin Shuyue suddenly looked at Zhu Lingyi’s arm which was gripping her left hand.

She opened her mouth wide and om-nom bit down on Zhu Lingyi’s fair yet muscular forearm.

Zhu Lingyi hissed in pain and let go instantly. Qin Shuyue, as if losing her backbone, had her legs go weak, and she collapsed to the ground like a boneless creature, curling into a ball.

Zhu Lingyi bit her lower lip and glared at her own released hand.

Her gaze then moved back to Qin Shuyue. She squatted down and tentatively called the name of the girl slumped on the floor.

“Qin Shuyue.”

Qin Shuyue didn’t reply, but her breathing gradually became steady.

Zhu Lingyi squatted there, waiting for a while, as if confirming something.

After a moment, she reached out and stroked Qin Shuyue’s head.

But she suddenly touched a handful of sticky, somewhat chilled liquid.

Her hand paused, then she slowly brought her hand in front of her.

An unbelievable suspicion arose in her heart.

She forced herself not to think about that guess.

Because it was too absurd.

But the moment her gaze made contact with the viscous liquid in her palm, Zhu Lingyi’s pupils contracted violently. Her vision suddenly blurred, and in the next instant, she reeled backward, landing hard on the floor.

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