After Flirting with the God-Tier Beautiful Tycoon - Chapter 28.1

Shen Xiaojiang shook her head. “Did you all misunderstand something? Qianqian sleeps in my bed, and I’ll just sleep on the floor in a sleeping bag.”

How could she possibly share a bed with Lin Qianqian? Absolutely impossible!

“…”

Just as everyone was at a loss, Shen Xiaojiang’s phone rang.

The caller: Chen Yi.

Shen Xiaojiang’s heart instantly leaped into her throat, and the smile on her face was impossible to hide.

Her savior had arrived.

She quickly ran to the balcony, closed the door, and answered the call, but the person on the other end didn’t speak. The silence was longer than any previous time.

Shen Xiaojiang became nervous. “Auntie, what’s wrong?”

After a long while, a faint sound of the wind came through the phone.

Interspersed with the wind was Chen Yi’s voice, softer and more gentle than the breeze.

“Are you asleep?”

Almost instantly, Shen Xiaojiang replied: “Not yet!”

The other side paused, then said in a lowered voice, “Can we talk on the phone for a while?”

Her voice was plain and cold, like jade submerged at the bottom of a lake, carrying a hint of coolness and a subtle sense of desolation.

Shen Xiaojiang quickly blinked, proactively clearing her mind.

In her head, there was only Chen Yi standing alone in the wind, her eyebrows furrowed more coldly than the moonlight, her extremely light amber pupils filled with fine, fragmented light.

A melancholic mouth, a slender waist, straight legs, one light glance, one barely audible sigh—all of it could instantly provoke a strong urge to protect her.

Just thinking about it was enough to excite her.

Shen Xiaojiang: “Absolutely.”

But then the other side fell silent again.

“Auntie, did something happen?” she asked.

Chen Yi’s nose felt a bit sore. After adjusting her breathing, she replied in a fragile, willow-like manner: “No, I just… missed you a little.”

Shen Xiaojiang’s heart trembled fiercely.

This sentence was sincere to an extreme degree, without any trace of casualness.

Shen Xiaojiang felt a sudden rush of blood out of her chest, like an inverse flow, and a pang of unease crossed her empty heart. She scratched her head hard. “Where are you?”

Chen Yi’s fingers gripping the phone tightened.

After a few seconds of silence, she narrowed her eyes and softly gave an address.

Shen Xiaojiang: “Don’t move. I’m coming to find you now.”

Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Shen Xiaojiang left the dorm without hesitation.

At this moment, only one thing occupied her mind, only one person filled her thoughts.

She had to go to Chen Yi.

She only wanted to be with Chen Yi.

In a secluded corner of the massive Nancheng Park, a woman was sitting on a swing.

Perhaps the night was too deep, or the surroundings were too quiet, but the sound of metal friction was particularly jarring.

Shen Xiaojiang slowed her steps, adjusted her breathing, and walked over.

An occasional gust of wind blew by, carrying a faint scent of alcohol.

Shen Xiaojiang’s previous anxiety subsided significantly the moment she saw Chen Yi.

“Shen Xiaojiang?” Chen Yi’s voice was soft, slightly hoarse, gentler than the wind, and more intoxicating than the moonlight.

“Mhm, it’s me.” Shen Xiaojiang replied, quickening her pace until she reached the other woman.

“Shen, Xiao Jiang.” Chen Yi repeated her name.

Borrowing the light, Shen Xiaojiang noticed a slight flush on Chen Yi’s face.

“Auntie, did you… drink?” she asked softly.

Chen Yi tilted her head, resting it against the swing, her eyes filled with a weary, dissipated look. “Mhm, I did.”

One button of her Qipao collar was undone, and there was a red mark on her fair neck.

Not just one mark, but a ring of them.

It looked like the result of fingers gripping tightly.

Shen Xiaojiang frowned slightly, took two steps forward, and fastened the button for Chen Yi. “The wind is picking up. Aren’t you cold like this?”

Chen Yi shook her head, curved her lips, and smiled like a wilting flower, stirring pity in the viewer’s heart.

After the swing came to a complete stop, Shen Xiaojiang stood directly in front of Chen Yi, minimizing the distance between them.

“You must be tired. Should I give you a head massage?” Shen Xiaojiang said, reaching out both hands.

Chen Yi lifted her eyelids, then quickly lowered them, fixing her gaze on Shen Xiaojiang’s fingers, her eyes seductive. “You know how to massage a head?”

Shen Xiaojiang wasn’t sure if she knew how, but her mother often rubbed her temples when she was in high school, and she felt very relaxed then.

“When did you learn?” Chen Yi questioned while slowly leaning closer, resting her forehead against the other woman’s abdomen.

Shen Xiaojiang was momentarily stunned. When her abdomen was suddenly bumped, her muscles involuntarily tightened.

“Mhm?” Suddenly, Chen Yi wrapped both arms around Shen Xiaojiang’s waist, and her fingers gently pinched her lower back.

“Hah!” Shen Xiaojiang let out a subconscious cry.

Even she hadn’t known her lower back was so sensitive.

No!

Sun Jiabao often hugged her waist, so why hadn’t she felt anything then?

Was it because of Chen Yi’s hand?

Shen Xiaojiang quickly tried to visualize the shape of Chen Yi’s fingers in her mind.

The next second, she shook her head vehemently. It was too absurd, truly too absurd!

Hearing the sound, Chen Yi looked up, a smile reaching her eyes. “Little Master Shen, what’s wrong?”

Huh?

Little… Little Master Shen?

This title, though completely ordinary, why did it sound so pleasant and so… suggestive coming from Chen Yi’s mouth?

Shen Xiaojiang certainly wouldn’t admit that was her sensitive spot. “Noth… nothing.”

“Really?” Chen Yi’s fingers began to restlessly caress the exact spot she had pinched earlier.

One touch after another, like bursts of electric current.

Shen Xiaojiang bit her lip hard. “Truly nothing.”

“Oh,” Chen Yi nodded. “Then, are you still going to massage my head?”

Shen Xiaojiang hastily agreed, placing her thumbs on Chen Yi’s temples. “Of course, I am!”

Chen Yi pursed her lips, smiled faintly, and closed her eyes.

Shen Xiaojiang recalled her mother’s technique in her mind and started the massage.

“Hiss” Chen Yi winced in pain.

At first, Shen Xiaojiang couldn’t control the strength, either pressing too hard or pressing even harder.

Chen Yi was in so much pain that tears were about to well up, yet she didn’t utter a single complaint, obediently leaning against Shen Xiaojiang, like a pitiable and humble small animal.

Two more minutes passed, and Shen Xiaojiang had become proficient.

She rubbed the temples and pressed the top of the head.

Chen Yi relaxed comfortably.

The small animal, with its guard down, was utterly pliant.

The night deepened, and the wind grew colder.

Shen Xiaojiang covered the back of Chen Yi’s head with one hand and gently stroked the top of her head with the other, her eyes filled with boundless affection: “Let’s go back. Take a shower and get some sleep. Tomorrow will surely be a good day.”

Chen Yi didn’t speak, nodding obediently.

This was the first time she had trusted someone this much, and the first time she had fully exposed her vulnerability.

Precisely because of this, she experienced a warmth and kindness she had never felt before.

“Shen Xiaojiang.” Chen Yi called her name.

“Mhm?”

“Shen Xiaojiang.” Chen Yi called her again.

“Mhm.” Shen Xiaojiang was patient with her, her fingers gently stroking Chen Yi’s head, as if comforting a child.

Chen Yi tightened her arms, burying her face deeper, and said in a muffled voice, “Your name… why does it sound so nice.”

Wife is drunk.

She’s really so obedient.