After Flirting with the God-Tier Beautiful Tycoon - Chapter 4

It was raining.

The restroom window wasn’t closed, and the wind carried the curtain of rain, fluctuating in intensity.

Shen Xiaojiang stopped, watching the branches outside sway in the wind and rain until she heard the sound of running water inside, which brought her back to reality.

The restroom door was frosted, making it impossible to see inside from the outside.

One second, two seconds.

The water sound stopped.

Shen Xiaojiang didn’t take a step forward.

She didn’t actually need to use the toilet, and she didn’t know why she had come here.

Should I go in? she asked herself in her mind.

What would I do if I went in? She didn’t know.

The figure behind the frosted door moved, as if retreating a few steps, disappearing from sight.

Shen Xiaojiang raised her chin, extremely curious.

Why didn’t that person come out after using the toilet and washing their hands?

Not far away, girls were walking towards the women’s restroom.

She couldn’t be mistaken for a pervert.

Shen Xiaojiang gritted her teeth, preparing to reach out and turn the handle.

But just then, with a “click,” the frosted door was opened from the inside.

In that instant, Shen Xiaojiang regretted being so impulsive to follow.

She didn’t want to meet again this way, nor did she want to make the other person feel uncomfortable.

So annoying.

And so stupid.

“President Fu, please say it, I’m listening…” Chen Yi said into her phone while making way for Shen Xiaojiang.

Shen Xiaojiang kept her head down the whole time.

Her heart was pounding very loudly and fast.

She swore this was the most cowardly she had ever been in her life.

Suddenly, a small patch of dark green skirt appeared in her line of sight, and Shen Xiaojiang’s gaze followed it.

The phone conversation stopped abruptly.

Shen Xiaojiang slowly lifted her gaze, glancing guiltily at the back of Chen Yi, which was covered in tattoos.

She was very thin and slender.

Curvy in the right places, all her weight was perfectly distributed.

Chen Yi waved her hand and told the newcomers, “It’s under maintenance inside, only enough for one person. You should go to other floors.”

Shen Xiaojiang’s hand, resting on the doorknob, tightened abruptly and only turned it after a two-second delay.

Without time to think, she slipped into the restroom.

This restroom was large, and a row of six stalls were all empty, none with an ‘Under Maintenance’ sign.

She looked at the closed frosted door, then turned to the panicked reflection of herself in the mirror, feeling strange and bewildered.

Why did Chen Yi say that?

It was as if she deliberately didn’t want anyone else to use this restroom.

Why?

It shouldn’t be!

Was it her own misconception?

A drop of water hung from the faucet, mirroring the suspense in Shen Xiaojiang’s heart.

After using the toilet, Shen Xiaojiang opened the door and walked out, only to see Chen Yi leaning against the window, playing on her phone.

The heart that had finally settled suddenly tensed up again.

She should probably say hello at a time like this, right?

Shen Xiaojiang opened her mouth but couldn’t utter a word.

Chen Yi was very fair, the kind of paleness that comes from good care.

The cold light from her phone screen blended with the warm light spilling from above, adding a filter that made her look both gentle and pure.

A dark green satin slip dress loosely hung from her slender neck, the ruching at the chest barely concealing her fullness. She looked casually at her phone screen, her eyes as languid as a cat’s. Just standing there, she was someone you’d remember for a lifetime with one look.

Shen Xiaojiang felt dizzy and unable to move again.

Chen Yi slowly raised her head with very little movement.

Meeting eyes again, Shen Xiaojiang felt like she was struck by a million points of beauty.

She was panicking inside.

What should she do, what should she do? She had to say something right now!

Although Shen Xiaojiang didn’t have the social confidence of Sun Jiabao, she wasn’t usually so timid and restrained that she couldn’t blurt out a single word.

To prove she wasn’t socially awkward, she swallowed and said, “What a coincidence, I came to use the restroom too.”

Chen Yi’s eyes were indifferent, without any ripple of emotion.

After a long pause, she simply nodded lightly.

Then, she returned her attention to her phone, her long, thick lashes casting a faint shadow on her cheek.

The atmosphere grew awkward.

Well, she wasn’t socially awkward, but a case of late stage social paralysis, completely hopeless.

Shen Xiaojiang was internally mortified, mentally chastising herself eight hundred times.

In this time and place, the best course of action was to retreat!

Chen Yi never returned to her seat until the end of the birthday banquet.

Perhaps, no one cared about her whereabouts except Shen Xiaojiang.

Because they had to return to school together, Shen Xiaojiang and Sun Jiabao’s family were the last to leave the Hall of Auspiciousness and Fortune.

As they were leaving, Shen Xiaojiang noticed that Chen Yi’s suit jacket was still draped over the back of her chair.

It was lonely and unclaimed, like a dirty, torn, abandoned toy doll.

It had nothing to do with her, but Shen Xiaojiang couldn’t bring herself to ignore it.

She walked over, carefully picked up the jacket with both hands, and hung it over her arm.

It smelled so nice.

Shen Xiaojiang instinctively brought the jacket to her nose to inhale the scent it truly smelled wonderful.

What kind of scent was it? She couldn’t describe it.

There were flowers, there was wood.

“Shengjiang,” Shen Xiaojiang suddenly flinched when she heard Sun Jiabao’s voice. Before she could look up, Sun Jiabao was already behind her. “What are you looking at?”

Shen Xiaojiang lightly coughed, her earlobes feeling hot. “This… this seems to be your aunt’s jacket.”

Sun Jiabao glanced at it. “Oh, she probably forgot.”

“Should I take it to her then?” Shen Xiaojiang immediately asked.

Sun Jiabao raised an eyebrow. “She already left.”

“Already… left?” Shen Xiaojiang looked at the suit jacket on her arm and repeated softly.

Sun Jiabao pinched Shen Xiaojiang’s cheek and laughed, “Someone who didn’t know the situation would think you like her.”

Shen Xiaojiang pretended to be angry. “What… what are you talking about?”

Sun Jiabao rubbed her chin, contemplating, “Hmm, but you’d better not like her. It won’t go anywhere. My aunt is the kind of person who ‘left home’ young, tsk tsk tsk…”

“‘Left home’ young?” Shen Xiaojiang was puzzled.

“She has countless admirers, but she’s never dated anyone. Her mind is entirely focused on making money,” Sun Jiabao said.

Shen Xiaojiang pressed, “Then could it be because she hasn’t met someone she likes?”

“Come on, her preference might not even be for people. She doesn’t like anyone younger than her, doesn’t like anyone taller than her, and doesn’t like the deeply affectionate type,” Sun Jiabao shrugged. “‘A wise person doesn’t fall into the river of love; getting rich is a must’ that describes my aunt. Her preference is money.”

Doesn’t like anyone younger than her?

Shen Xiaojiang looked at the suit jacket and fell silent.

“Hey, Shengjiang, you’re not, are you?” Sun Jiabao deliberately emphasized the ‘not.’

Shen Xiaojiang rolled her eyes at Sun Jiabao. “I told you, I’m not!”

Shen Xiaojiang wasn’t sure if she liked girls.

But she was sure she didn’t like boys.

Her parents had high expectations for Shen Xiaojiang, so she had always prioritized her studies, remaining single for 21 years.

Apart from Sun Jiabao, she didn’t seem to have formed any earth-shattering emotional bonds with anyone else.

“My dad will drive us back to school later. Just throw my aunt’s suit jacket in the car.”

After Sun Jiabao finished speaking, she naturally linked arms with Shen Xiaojiang, who thoughtfully helped her lift her skirt.

But in this moment, a faint sense of loss welled up in her heart.

The rain got heavier, as if it intended to drown the city.

Chen Yi leaned against the car window with her arms crossed, the neon lights blurred by the rain reflecting on her face.

“Seventh Mistress, President Fu’s secretary just sent me an email about the project to donate and build the library at Nan Cheng University,” He Zhong said cautiously.

Chen Yi pressed her fingertip against the car window glass, tracing the path of a raindrop.

She was expressionless, cold as a thousand year old ice block.

“Mm, I know,” she said. “He called me too.”

He Zhong looked slightly displeased. “He’s had his drink, he’s taken the money, and then he throws a loss making project like building a university library to us just to get some good publicity what’s that about?”

Chen Yi remained silent.

He Zhong gave a low grunt and continued, “Is he really trying to help you? Or is he trying to just fob you off?”

Chen Yi’s finger stopped. She took a lady’s cigarette from her clutch bag and glanced indifferently at He Zhong. “Do I look that easy to fob off?”

He Zhong shook his head. “Seventh Mistress, that’s not what I mean. I just can’t stand him. He smiles slyly, probably trying to take advantage of you.”

“Him?” Chen Yi curled her lips into a cunning smile. “Is he worthy?”

He Zhong was speechless.

Chen Yi was blessed with a face that could ruin nations, navigating between all parties with skill and grace. She dropped out of school at sixteen and started making her way in society. By nineteen, she had earned the admiration of Old Master Bai and began working at the “Venus” bar.

After that, in just five years, she fully took over the bar’s affairs, becoming the notorious “Seventh Mistress Chen” feared by everyone in the underworld.

Decisive, cold, and ruthless, there was truly no one in all of Nan Cheng who dared to take advantage of her.

“Old Master Bai has been dedicated to public welfare for the past three years, giving away a lot of money for free, but he has no intention of stopping. The mahjong room at the nursing home, the canteen at the welfare center, the sports and recreation programs for the disabled which one wasn’t a loss-making endeavor for good PR?”

Chen Yi paused for two seconds, took out a delicate lighter, and continued coldly, “That man, surnamed Fu, wants me to do some charity as well, to curry favor with the Old Master.”

He Zhong nodded repeatedly.

After that, Chen Yi didn’t speak, and neither did He Zhong, who silently turned off the light music.

Because Chen Yi didn’t like it.

“She looks a little silly,” she finally said quietly after a while.

He Zhong looked at her dumbly through the rearview mirror. “Seventh Mistress, are you referring to… Shen Xiaojiang?”

Chen Yi held the thin lady’s cigarette, turning the lighter in her hand, wanting to light it yet not wanting to. “Her name… is a little cute.”

Cute?

This was the first time Chen Yi had used this word to describe a person.

He Zhong was stunned, looking into the rearview mirror, then out the window, and speeding up the windshield wipers one notch.

Don’t overthink it, the Seventh Mistress must be agitated because of the undercover investigation. That must be why she said that.

It definitely is.

“We didn’t eat enough dinner, should we go to the next dorm to mooch some instant noodles?” Sun Jiabao winked at Shen Xiaojiang.

Shen Xiaojiang shook her head and returned to her own dorm first.

Just as her butt hit the chair, she suddenly noticed Chen Yi’s suit jacket hanging on her arm.

“Oh, my God!” Shen Xiaojiang’s heart sank.

“Go where?” Sun Jiabao came back carrying two tubs of instant noodles.

Shen Xiaojiang held up her arm.

Sun Jiabao’s eyes widened. “Oh, my God!”