After Flirting with the God-Tier Beautiful Tycoon - Chapter 19

The car exited the elevated highway and drove out of the city.

Chen Yi leaned against her seat, looking at the public bus.

At a red light, the white Bentley and the bus stopped side by side.

Chen Yi withdrew her hand, instinctively hiding herself in the shadow of the street lamp.

However, she then thought that the car’s window glass was privacy-tinted, so no one outside could see in.

So, she rested her hand on the window frame again.

Shen Xiaojiang’s head was resting against the car window, motionless, as if she were asleep.

Chen Yi observed her carefully for a while and confirmed that the little one was indeed asleep.

Chen Yi grew bolder, directly lowering the car window to stare intently at her.

Shen Xiaojiang’s eyes were large, but her eyelashes were not very long.

Thank goodness, otherwise, how beautiful she would be. Chen Yi thought.

During the tens of seconds of the red light, Chen Yi only had these thoughts.

The green light turned on, and the cars started moving.

Chen Yi raised the car window again, but her gaze was still fixed on Shen Xiaojiang.

“How tired must she be to fall asleep at a time like this,” Chen Yi murmured to herself.

Seventh Mistress never talked to herself, which struck He Zhong as odd.

A sudden brake forced Shen Xiaojiang to lean forward abruptly.

She woke up.

She furrowed her brow and pouted, with a look of someone whose sweet dream had been disturbed.

The scene wasn’t particularly comical, but Chen Yi’s eyes instantly filled with a smile.

Shen Xiaojiang subconsciously turned her head, probably to check where the car had driven to.

Chen Yi was startled, abruptly turning her body to face the front.

He Zhong happened to catch this scene as well.

Even the most oblivious person could sense Chen Yi’s strangeness.

This kind of carefulness was truly abnormal!

Chen Yi had traveled extensively, met countless people, and done countless things, but never before had she been like this.

Something was too wrong!

“Seventh Mistress, do we really have to go this far?” he asked.

“What?” Chen Yi’s thick eyelashes trembled slightly.

He Zhong glanced in Shen Xiaojiang’s direction.

Chen Yi understood what he meant, but she didn’t answer directly, “Then what do you think we should do?”

He Zhong fell silent.

“I know what I’m doing,” Chen Yi said with a slight lack of confidence, “Everything is for my plan.”

He Zhong nodded. Thinking back to when she first took over the bar, Chen Yi had done even more outrageous things.

At that time, to secure a client, she bought an apartment next door to him, found ways to initiate conversations, and sought common ground. Until the collaboration ended, she sold the apartment and completely disappeared, yet the client remained obsessed with her.

From start to finish, the person who falls too deeply is always someone else.

And she could always retreat without any worries.

Chen Yi was a cautious and persistent person; once she found an issue, she would tackle it relentlessly.

It was these qualities that Mr. Bai admired, granting her preferential treatment that no one else had ever received.

“Turn up the music,” Chen Yi said.

He Zhong complied.

“Skip to the previous track,” Chen Yi said again.

He Zhong continued to comply.

“Just loop this song,” Chen Yi finished, withdrawing her gaze, closing her eyes to rest.

“Oh, A Flowing Sombernuss. You didn’t like listening to this before,” He Zhong found it strange.

“Stop being so wordy,” Chen Yi said, “Before, I didn’t think this piece was particularly pleasant, but…”

A flash of Shen Xiaojiang humming a song while wearing headphones crossed Chen Yi’s mind.

He Zhong: “But what?”

Chen Yi made a ‘tsk’ sound: “Nothing.”

After speaking, Chen Yi couldn’t help but glance at Shen Xiaojiang on the bus again.

She was already packing up, preparing to get off at the next stop.

Chen Yi closed her eyes again, her voice lazy and deep, “Alright, let’s go back.”

Back at the hotel, she immersed herself in the bathtub.

Chen Yi loved everything fragrant.

Her perfumes were all high-end brands, and her scented candles were all luxury bespoke editions.

However, since the day she met Shen Xiaojiang, she seemed to smell a distinct aroma.

Not fragrant, but intoxicating.

She tilted her head, watching the flickering candlelight, her heart unusually cold.

Every time late at night, she would feel a sense of loss.

The sound of water, the burning of the wick, the soft music, the breeze sneaking in through the window, and the occasional meow, all spoke of her loneliness.

The next morning, He Zhong came to the hotel to pick up Chen Yi for a meeting in the city.

Today, the wait was a bit longer than usual.

Chen Yi was very punctual, and this kind of situation rarely happened before.

After the meeting, Chen Yi was dozing off in the car.

Although she was listening intently to what He Zhong was saying, she wasn’t very expressive, generally responding with “Mhm,” “Oh,” or “Okay.”

They were originally supposed to return to the bar, but Chen Yi suggested going to Nancheng University.

The reason she gave was to check on the progress of the library donation and construction project.

Today, there were no required courses, and since the store was closed, there was no need to go to her part-time job.

In Sun Jiabao’s words, today was a day of liberation.

But for Shen Xiaojiang, it was not.

She declined Sun Jiabao’s request to go shopping, slung her small gray bag over her shoulder, and headed to the library with a pile of books.

At the library entrance, red banners displayed donation and construction slogans, and a prominent red sign read, “Normal opening after fifteen days.”

Shen Xiaojiang then remembered the library renovation.

So, she planned to find an empty classroom for self-study.

Just as she was about to turn around, she saw Chen Yi walking out, accompanied by He Zhong and the school leadership.

Since the library donation project was managed by Chen Yi, her presence at the school was understandable. Although Shen Xiaojiang wanted to greet her, she knew it wasn’t the best time.

She was about to leave when she heard someone call her name.

“Shen Xiaojiang.” Chen Yi’s voice was very pleasant and distinctive.

Shen Xiaojiang immediately turned around.

The school leader was the Dean of the School of Computer Science. Shen Xiaojiang knew him, but he didn’t know Shen Xiaojiang.

He looked at Shen Xiaojiang, then at Chen Yi, “Ms. Chen, someone you know?”

Chen Yi smiled, her bright red lips and dark red dress making her look strikingly fair.

Someone I know.

Shen Xiaojiang repeated it in her mind.

The description was accurate, but for some reason, a trace of disappointment crossed her heart.

“Hello, Dean. Hello, Auntie,” Shen Xiaojiang greeted them politely.

“Auntie?” The Dean stroked his chin, “Ms. Chen, is she a relative of yours?”

Chen Yi didn’t speak, her smile polite and elegant, like a mask welded to her face.

Shen Xiaojiang added, “She’s not my relative, she’s my best friend’s aunt, so I call her Auntie when I see her.”

The Dean paused.

Everyone in Nancheng knew about Seventh Mistress Chen! Everyone desperately wanted to forge a connection with her!

But Shen Xiaojiang seemed different; her way of distancing herself brought her no advantage.

The smile on Chen Yi’s face slightly froze, and then she said, “A straightforward child.”

“Oh, yes, a good child. Which department and class? I’ll let the counselor know,” the Dean said this while looking at Chen Yi.

Chen Yi smiled, “Computer Science.”

The Dean was genuinely surprised: “From our school! Very good, very good, I understand.”

Shen Xiaojiang didn’t look at the Dean; her gaze fell on the cat scratches on Chen Yi’s arm.

The sterile bandage had already been peeled off.

He Zhong and the Dean went off to discuss business, leaving Chen Yi and Shen Xiaojiang standing there.

“Have you eaten yet?” Chen Yi asked first.

Shen Xiaojiang nodded.

She was fiddling with the persimmon bear on her bag’s zipper, not sure why she was feeling annoyed.

The corner of Chen Yi’s mouth curved upward, and her beautiful phoenix eyes blinked slowly twice.

She looked up at Shen Xiaojiang’s face, then gently lowered her gaze, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, revealing her delicate earlobe and alluring jawline. The entire sequence of movements was full of charm, as if deliberately performed.

Shen Xiaojiang thought her annoyance was playing tricks on her.

Chen Yi smiled slightly, pouting a little, her voice soft and lazy, actually sounding somewhat like a flirtation: “But… I haven’t eaten yet.”