After Flirting with the God-Tier Beautiful Tycoon - Chapter 18

Chen Yi’s gaze was fixed on Shen Xiaojiang’s face.

“Why can she be so happy?” Her voice was so small that only she could hear it.

“Huh, Seventh Master, what did you just say?” He Zhong turned his head to look at her.

Chen Yi waved her hand, offering no reply.

Shen Xiaojiang had already reached the bus stop.

Chen Yi glanced at the time. In five minutes, the last bus to Nancheng University would arrive.

So, there was no reason to drive her to school today.

Chen Yi felt a strange sense of loss.

This kind of loss was different from failing a bid or incurring a business deficit; it was baseless and ethereal.

Like a huge stone obstructing her chest, making her feel stifled.

He Zhong couldn’t read the loss in Chen Yi’s eyes. “Seventh Master, Shen Xiaojiang is keeping a lot hidden.”

“How so?” Chen Yi rolled the car window up completely.

“There’s nothing suspicious. I even arranged for people to scout the school, but we found nothing,” He Zhong was not lying.

Chen Yi placed the lighter on the front armrest box. “This lighter, it’s for you.”

It was a model Chen Yi was very fond of.

She said it so casually, yet He Zhong felt a piece was missing from his heart.

Chen Yi’s meaning was to acknowledge his efforts but to tell him not to speak of it again.

Whether it was a misconception or not, He Zhong felt that Chen Yi became immediately sensitive whenever the topic touched upon Shen Xiaojiang.

It seemed as though the name “Shen Xiaojiang” could only be spoken by her; no one else could!

Chen Yi looked out the window, her fingertip resting on the glass.

She firmly believed she still hadn’t seen through Shen Xiaojiang.

She stubbornly hoped she still hadn’t seen through her.

She self-righteously told herself that upgrading Meng Jie’s room was to thank Shen Xiaojiang for donating blood to He Zhong’s mother.

She also told herself that everything she did to Shen Xiaojiang was a test, a study, and had a purpose.

Otherwise, she truly didn’t know what reason she had to be so persistent in following her, clinging to her.

The last bus arrived, and there were still few people on board.

Shen Xiaojiang sat by the window again.

She took out her phone to read a novel, her head resting against the window.

“Let’s go,” Chen Yi said.

He Zhong nodded and started the car.

“Seventh Master, back to Shengshi Huating or Xinghui Hotel?” he asked.

Chen Yi chose the latter.

He Zhong acknowledged.

A few seconds later, Chen Yi looked out the window and changed her mind, “Wait, follow that bus first.”

He Zhong was uncertain: “Which one?”

Chen Yi propped one hand on the window frame, forcefully pinching her index finger with her thumb’s nail. “Shen Xiaojiang’s.”

“Oh, alright.” Upon receiving the order, He Zhong stepped on the accelerator.

The messages in the “Four Golden Flowers” group chat showed 99+.

The topics were invariably the old geezer and Shen Xiaojiang.

Speaking of the old geezer, it was because he was the only demonic teacher who treated second-year students like high schoolers, assigning all sorts of homework, calling names in class for answers, requiring dozens of copies of the standard answer if they couldn’t respond, and not providing key points for the final exam.

His presence was truly touching in that way.

Speaking of Shen Xiaojiang, it was because she was once again dangerously testing the limits of the dorm monitor’s patience.

【Sun Jiabao: Ginger, today is the auntie who has her period three hundred and sixty-five days a year】

【Shen Xiaojiang: Don’t just make up nicknames】

【Sun Jiabao: My dear ancestor, you finally showed up. Chen Xingnan and I have tagged you hundreds of times a day】

【Chen Xingnan: I didn’t, that was all you】

【Sun Jiabao: Chen Xingnan, you traitor】

【Sun Jiabao: @Shen Xiaojiang, I didn’t come up with this nickname, everyone says it because she’s always moody and snaps at anyone she sees】

Shen Xiaojiang read the group messages like she was reading a novel not scrutinizing, just for amusement.

Her phone was also about to die, so she put it away.

Then, she leaned against the window, melting into the endless night.

The white Bentley followed at a not too close and not too distant range, not appearing deliberate.

It was less like tracking and more like accompanying, like an escort.

He Zhong wanted to know Chen Yi’s purpose for doing this, but he dared not casually ask.

In the second year after Chen Yi took over Venus Bar from Old Master Bai, she became the boss in that circle no one dared to provoke her or defy her.

Unless they were people of considerable strength, it would not be an exaggeration to say she had connections in both the legal and illegal worlds.

Her relationship with Old Master Bai was enigmatic. Some said she was his mistress, some said she was his illegitimate daughter, and the most absurd rumor claimed she had taken a bullet for Old Master Bai.

Old Master Bai was Nancheng’s richest man; with him backing her, no one dared to casually touch Chen Yi.

Only He Zhong knew that Chen Yi had indeed saved Old Master Bai’s life. What she blocked was not a bullet, but a short knife.

Seven stabs, each drawing blood, each potentially fatal.

But miraculously, she lived.

Chen Yi was very capable. Even if she hadn’t saved Old Master Bai, she would have made a name for herself due to her own excellence.

“Master, the car is getting onto the elevated road. Should we still follow?”

He Zhong asked this because the Xinghui Hotel, where Chen Yi was headed, was in the opposite direction from the elevated road.

There was no need to follow anymore, but Chen Yi wanted to keep going.

If she didn’t follow, her world would once again plunge into endless darkness.

“Yes, follow,” Chen Yi replied.

Her face was expressionless, and her tone was calm.

But the fervent gaze, in the end, couldn’t be disguised.

She couldn’t just let Shen Xiaojiang walk away like this.

She had to capture that light.