After Flirting with the God-Tier Beautiful Tycoon - Chapter 10

As the class neared its end, with no major content left, the students began to stir, their minds already far from the textbooks. Shen Xiaojiang was no exception.

She twirled the black pen in her hand, then wrote “Aunt” in her notebook.

The next second, she violently crossed out the two words.

Shen Xiaojiang didn’t know what was wrong with her. Wherever she went, whatever she did, Chen Yi’s face was in her mind.

That face, which was strangely indefinable but always smiling.

“Hello.”

“What would you like to eat?”

“Shen Xiaojiang, what do you think?”

Chen Yi’s gentle, seductive voice lingered in her ears.

Shen Xiaojiang put down her pen and slumped onto her desk.

This woman, who seemingly had everything, why did she make Shen Xiaojiang feel so uneasy?

Was it the subtle sadness, if any, in her eyes?

“Ginger Baby, what’s wrong? Tired from studying? If so, why don’t we go have some fun at Blue Bay after class?” Sun Jiabao also leaned down, facing Shen Xiaojiang.

“No,” Shen Xiaojiang refused flatly.

Sun Jiabao looked wronged, “You never come when I invite you to sing. Why?”

“No reason, I have to study,” Shen Xiaojiang said, straightening up.

“Chen Xingnan and his friends are playing games in the dorm today, so you won’t have a quiet environment,” Sun Jiabao also sat up.

Shen Xiaojiang subconsciously replied, “I’ll go to the library.”

“Tsk tsk tsk, did you forget? The library is closed for a week starting today because of the construction project donated by my aunt,” Sun Jiabao said with a proud look, combing her bangs with a new pink comb as she spoke.

Shen Xiaojiang had deliberately tried not to think of Chen Yi’s face, but now, because of Sun Jiabao’s words, Chen Yi’s face became vividly clear again.

She slowly turned her head and glanced faintly at the almost triumphant Sun Jiabao, “Then I’m still not going singing.”

The dismissal bell rang. Old Mao Tou pushed his thick glasses up, touched his bald forehead, and said slowly, “That’s all for today’s class. We’ll see each other next week.”

Sun Jiabao was highly efficient; in just these few minutes, she had already organized the singing group.

“Ginger, let’s go, everyone’s here,” Sun Jiabao hooked her arm around Shen Xiaojiang’s neck, grinning mischievously, “We have beauties, we have handsome guys…”

Shen Xiaojiang gave no room for negotiation, “I’m not going.”

Sun Jiabao whined at Shen Xiaojiang’s retreating back, “Then where are you going?”

Shen Xiaojiang waved her hand and smiled, “An empty classroom.”

Sun Jiabao couldn’t let Shen Xiaojiang off the hook so easily. After all, those beauties and handsome guys were only willing to show up because of the school beauty, Shen Xiaojiang. If they found out Shen Xiaojiang didn’t show up, how could she invite them again in the future?

Finally, under Sun Jiabao’s persistent coaxing, Shen Xiaojiang relented.

Blue Bay KTV was located on the busiest street in the center of Nancheng City, and its decor matched its prime real estate value.

Shen Xiaojiang sat next to Sun Jiabao, reading a novel on her Kindle, completely out of sync with the group of people who were collectively excited, jumping and dancing.

“Hello, Shen Xiaojiang, I’m Gao Pengyuan.” A boy took a handful of sunflower seeds and sat down next to her.

She didn’t look up, only gave him a quick sidelong glance, and casually acknowledged him.

Because someone was singing a sad love song, the atmosphere was a bit subtle.

The boy took the opportunity to move a little closer to Shen Xiaojiang.

Shen Xiaojiang was extremely alert and immediately noticed it.

The magnetic field around her felt wrong, and her body instantly sounded an alarm.

She moved towards Sun Jiabao, intending to pretend to talk to her.

Unexpectedly, Sun Jiabao was no longer in her seat; she was now sitting on the coffee table singing a heartbreaking song.

Shen Xiaojiang looked at the deeply emotional Sun Jiabao: “WTF…”

Next time, whoever comes is a dog.

The boy crossed his legs and started cracking sunflower seeds.

He had no sense of tact, chewing the seeds in his mouth while chattering away, his spittle visibly dancing.

Shen Xiaojiang didn’t catch what he was saying, because, honestly, she didn’t want to listen.

Unable to bear it any longer, she excused herself to go to the restroom.

At the end of the hallway, Shen Xiaojiang saw a familiar figure.

Could it be Chen Yi?

Just as she was about to step forward to confirm, the figure turned the corner and disappeared, presumably into a private room.

Shen Xiaojiang glanced behind her, making sure no one had come out to look for her.

She wandered down the corridor, walking past the rooms one by one, peering through the glass on the doors to see what was inside.

Nervous, shy, and cautious.

Afraid to see Chen Yi, and yet afraid not to.

Shen Xiaojiang would never have acted this way before.

Suddenly, the door in front of her was opened, and a strange man asked in a thick, rough voice, “Who are you looking for?”

Shen Xiaojiang glanced inside; all the faces were unfamiliar.

She swallowed, shook her head, and awkwardly said “Sorry.”

After running a short distance, she leaned against the wall, catching her breath.

What is wrong with me? Shen Xiaojiang thought.

Why do I keep thinking about Chen Yi?

She felt she must be obsessed.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, then lowered her head and returned listlessly the way she came.

As she passed the washroom, she scooped up a handful of cold water and splashed it on her face. Then, she rested her hands on the wet marble countertop.

The coolness spread from her face and palms, penetrating her thin skin.

It felt exactly like Chen Yi’s fingertips.

Shen Xiaojiang forcefully shook her head, trying hard not to recall the feeling.

“Do you want a tissue?”

A familiar voice came from above her head.

The composure Shen Xiaojiang had just managed to restore was instantly shattered by a fresh wave of turmoil.

She looked up, saw Chen Yi in the mirror, and forgot to greet her.

The air seemed to freeze, the only sound left was the running water.

Shen Xiaojiang’s expression was stiff. She looked at Chen Yi, then at the light-patterned tissue in Chen Yi’s hand.

She quickly straightened up, blinked, and while reaching out her hand, she dryly uttered the word “Thank you.”

Chen Yi’s expression was as usual, smiling in a subtle and composed way, like a mask soldered to her face.

“Have you been drinking?” she asked.

“No,” Shen Xiaojiang answered immediately.

Their fingertips lightly touched.

Shen Xiaojiang abruptly flinched, feeling that cool touch again.

Yet, it was different from the water and the marble countertop.

Cool, yet warm.

So contradictory.

But this was Shen Xiaojiang’s physical sensation at the moment.

“The alcohol here isn’t good,” Chen Yi said again.

“Mhm,” Shen Xiaojiang responded.

“Have fun. I have something to do, so I’m leaving now,” Chen Yi said, releasing her hand.

Shen Xiaojiang watched Chen Yi’s fingertips pull away from the white tissue and mumbled “Oh” blankly.

Damn it!

Shen Xiaojiang cursed herself inwardly.

She was usually so articulate, but what was wrong with her now? How could she not say a single word?

No, she had to do something!

Just as Chen Yi turned around, Shen Xiaojiang reached out and grabbed the other woman’s wrist.

Chen Yi turned back.

OH NO!

Shen Xiaojiang froze on the spot.

She didn’t know why she had made that move; it was utterly inexplicable.

“What’s wrong? Is there anything else?”

Help, Chen Yi spoke very slowly, her voice very soft, like water, like cotton, and like the clouds that sometimes roll and stretch across the sky.

The next second, Shen Xiaojiang quickly let go, her earlobes burning hot.

What should I do, what should I do?

Shen Xiaojiang was about to explode from nervousness.

She composed herself, deliberately acted calm, held up the tissue in her hand, and stammered, “Th-thank you.”

Chen Yi’s eyes flickered, and she chuckled, “You already said that.”

Shen Xiaojiang didn’t manage to say another half-word until Chen Yi turned and left.

She didn’t remember how she got back to the private room, nor when so many people had gathered around her.

Her cup was empty.

Her Kindle was out of battery.

Only a few seeds were left in the sunflower seed dish.

She looked at the MV playing on the screen, a familiar heartbreak song.

What was its name?

It didn’t matter.

It was just that the girl on the screen looked like herself.

The layers of the young girl’s inner thoughts were peeled back, and the tears in the corner of her eyes were salty, sour, and astringent, like spring.

A feeling she had never experienced before swept over her heart.

Shen Xiaojiang’s nose felt a little sore. She turned her head and forcefully patted Sun Jiabao several times.

On the taxi ride back to the dorm, Shen Xiaojiang was silent the whole way.

Sun Jiabao felt truly apologetic and weakly asked before entering the dorm building, “Ginger, Gao Pengyuan asked for your WeChat. Should I give it to him or not?”

Shen Xiaojiang woodenly shook her head.

“What’s wrong? Is he not your type?” Sun Jiabao’s questions often conflated concepts.

Shen Xiaojiang turned her head and glared at her with resentment, her voice cold, “He looks gayer than me. Do you think he’s my type?”

Without giving Sun Jiabao a chance to retort, Shen Xiaojiang put her earphones in.

That night, she, who usually had excellent sleep quality, suffered from insomnia.