After Flirting with the God-Tier Beautiful Tycoon - Chapter 47

The clear rainwater dampened the crumpled sheets, and the two fell into a deep sleep after being utterly exhausted.

In the middle of the night, the phone on the floor rang. Shen Xiaojiang was the first to hear it.

She carefully withdrew her arm from beneath Chen Yi’s neck and picked up the phone with light, quiet movements.

The caller ID read: Old Master Bai.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she nudged the sleeping Chen Yi.

“Auntie, there’s a phone call.”

Chen Yi was too tired and did not react.

The ringing stopped.

Just as Shen Xiaojiang thought it was over, the phone lit up and the ringtone chimed once more.

Thinking there might be something truly urgent, Shen Xiaojiang answered the call.

“Where are you?”

“Speak.”

Even through the phone, Shen Xiaojiang could feel Old Master Bai’s powerful and intimidating presence.

“Chen Yi…” Shen Xiaojiang said softly, “…is not convenient right now.”

The other side was clearly stunned for a moment. After a few seconds of silence, the voice spoke again, noticeably colder than before: “Who are you?”

“Hmm… Shen Xiaojiang? Who’s calling you so late?” Chen Yi rolled over, her voice soft and drowsy.

Shen Xiaojiang felt a sudden pang of worry that she might have done or said something wrong. She froze, forgetting to hand the phone to Chen Yi.

Old Master Bai remained silent on the other end.

Shen Xiaojiang mistakenly thought the call had disconnected, until the other party said calmly: “Tell her to call me back when it’s convenient.”

Then, the line truly went dead.

Chen Yi rubbed her eyes, looking at Shen Xiaojiang with a flirtatious gaze. “Come here.”

“Auntie, actually… that was your phone just now,” Shen Xiaojiang said, blinking.

“Oh?” Chen Yi took the phone.

Her sleepy eyes suddenly widened; in an instant, her drowsiness vanished. “You answered it?”

Shen Xiaojiang had indeed answered Old Master Bai’s call. She nodded blankly. “Yes.”

Chen Yi’s expression was complex, unreadable.

“Auntie, I’m sorry.”

After a few seconds of silence, Chen Yi offered a faint smile. “It’s okay.”

She got out of bed, her bare feet touching the floor.

“Slippers,” Shen Xiaojiang handed them to her.

“Thanks,” Chen Yi replied, slipping them on deftly.

The tops were pink, the soles were soft, and they felt very comfortable.

“Thank you.” Chen Yi’s smile remained only on the surface.

Shen Xiaojiang caught her wrist, her eyes filled with a trace of grievance. “Where are you going?”

Chen Yi’s expression shifted slightly as she raised the phone. “To call the Old Master back.”

The Old Master didn’t usually look for her at this hour; if he did, it meant something was definitely up.

Shen Xiaojiang didn’t let go. “Will it take long?”

Chen Yi: “I don’t know.”

Shen Xiaojiang felt like a deflated balloon, the hurt in her eyes deepening. Chen Yi was prone to getting upset, and she felt she had truly angered her this time. Her fingertips loosened, and a sense of powerlessness amplified within her. Although she shouldn’t have answered, she hadn’t at first, the person kept calling, and what if it was an emergency?

Suddenly, Chen Yi grabbed her wrist. This time, the smile reached her eyes. She leaned in, gently brushing her nose against Shen Xiaojiang’s. “I’ll try to come back as fast as I can.”

Shen Xiaojiang snapped her eyes up, looking into Chen Yi’s beautiful amber gaze.

“Okay, I’ll wait for you!” she said.

Just as Chen Yi opened the bedroom door, Shen Xiaojiang chased after her, leaning into the nape of Chen Yi’s neck and giving it a soft kiss. “Auntie, you can go to the second floor. There’s a private garden there; no one will disturb you.”

Chen Yi’s neck instinctively shrank back, her ears turning slightly red as she gave a low, muffled “Mhm.”

Multi-story apartments like this buy six, get seven were rare in the gold paved city of Nancheng. Capitalists, seeking to maximize profit, usually built as high as possible.

It was Chen Yi’s first time seeing such a thing.

Though the house wasn’t huge, a separate area had been partitioned for a staircase. The solid wood handrail felt quite comfortable to the touch. Unlike the downstairs, the second floor had a double-sided glass sliding door. Standing on the stairs, one could see a very warm and cozy area outside the glass.

Chen Yi slid the door open, and a breeze scented with flowers rushed over her.

It smells so good.

She caught herself taking a deeper breath.

The same footprint as the downstairs, once turned into an open-air garden, felt vast and spacious. There were warm yellow ground lights and a wooden swing set. Having just rained, the air was crisp and pure, making the floral scent particularly vivid.

It was truly a hidden paradise amidst the bustle.

She could finally understand why Shen Xiaojiang’s parents had waited so long to snag this apartment. If it were her, she would want to buy it too.

Chen Yi stood by the hydrangea bushes, took out her phone, and dialed Old Master Bai’s number.

“Where are you?”

Chen Yi could hear the reproach in his tone.

“You know where I am.”

If Old Master Bai put in even a little effort to ask around, plenty of people would rush forward to provide her whereabouts. If he wanted to know, he would know.

So, Chen Yi didn’t hide it: “Haishi.”

After Chen Yi left, Shen Xiaojiang stood in the room, dazed for a minute.

She walked back to the bed, sat down, stood up again, and sat back down. She leaned back, falling onto the bed with a “thud.”

She could smell the faint fragrance on Chen Yi, the same stunning cold scent from when they first met. She didn’t know the brand, but Chen Yi seemed to love it, her entire wardrobe smelled of it.

Shen Xiaojiang couldn’t help but be curious.

She reached out and pinched a corner of the sheet. Suddenly, an image of Chen Yi flashed through her mind, face drenched in sweat, eyes slightly blurred, skin flushed.

Hiss…

Shen Xiaojiang flipped over, lying face down on the sheet, smelling the lingering scent of passion on the cotton fabric. She crumpled the sheet in her hand, just as Chen Yi had done.

Before she knew it, half an hour had passed.

Shen Xiaojiang almost fell back to sleep. She felt the spot next to her; Chen Yi wasn’t back yet.

What are they talking about that takes so long? Didn’t she promise she’d be back soon?

Shen Xiaojiang bolted upright and searched for a while before finding the slippers she had kicked off in the heat of the moment. After wearing them for a bit, she realized they were on the wrong feet.

Adjusting them, she pushed open the bedroom door.

The smell of ginger in the living room was strong. Shen Xiaojiang instinctively wrinkled her nose. She suddenly remembered there was still ginger tea brewing in the kitchen.

Only a light controlled nightlight was left on in the living room a style Shen Xiaojiang had picked out. Behind the elegant white panel were a few light pink strawberries. It looked just like the “strawberry garden” she had planted on Chen Yi’s snow-white skin.

Light-controlled nightlights turning on at sunset and off at sunrise. Quite nice.

To avoid waking her parents, Shen Xiaojiang crept into the kitchen and took two strawberry patterned mugs from the drying rack. Looking at the cups, she remembered what Chen Yi had said.

She pursed her lips and smiled faintly.

“I really do like strawberries quite a bit.”

Muttering to herself, Shen Xiaojiang opened the timed warming pot. Steam billowed out, blurring her vision. She waved her hand a couple of times for the mist to dissipate. After pouring two cups of ginger tea, she held one in each hand and carefully walked up to the second floor.

Arriving at the glass door, Shen Xiaojiang saw Chen Yi in the night.

She was leaning against the railing, both hands supporting her on the ledge. The thin fabric on her back was dappled with the beautiful shadows of trees. She didn’t have to do anything just standing there, she was a Morandi style oil painting.

She harmonized perfectly with the sky and the night scenery.

Shen Xiaojiang took two deep breaths and used her shoulder to push open the sliding glass door. Hearing the sound, Chen Yi turned around.

Upon seeing Shen Xiaojiang, she walked over quickly.

“Why didn’t you ask me to open the door?” Her voice wasn’t loud to begin with, and in the open garden, it sounded even more delicate.

Shen Xiaojiang stepped onto the anti-corrosive wood deck and handed a cup of ginger tea to Chen Yi. “You looked lost in thought. I didn’t have the heart to disturb you.”

Shen Xiaojiang meant it.

The terrace was raised fifteen centimeters to provide contrast with the lawn and pebble path. A wooden swing and a set of waterproof, sun proof garden furniture were placed there. The two sat in the chairs, surrounded by flowers and plants.

Chen Yi took the mug and slowly turned her gaze. After glancing at Shen Xiaojiang, she smiled. “Strawberries again, as expected. Since you love strawberries so much, no wonder you ‘plant’ them so well.”

Shen Xiaojiang took a sip and nearly choked. Chen Yi’s sudden double entendre was far too provocative. Her already unsettled heart skipped a beat again.

“I don’t…”

Chen Yi held the cup with both hands near her lips, her phoenix-like eyes curving, filled with light. “What, the magistrate can set fires but the commoners can’t light lamps? Am I not allowed to tease you?”

Shen Xiaojiang followed Chen Yi’s lead, holding the cup with both hands on her lap, feeling the heat transfer from the bottom of the cup to her skin.

“You can,” she pouted, “but you can’t be so blunt. I told you, I’m quite ‘bold and lecherous’ when it comes to you.”

Chen Yi was amused.

She took a small sip and smiled brightly. “Fine, fine. From now on, before I tease you, I’ll weigh my words carefully and try to be more… abstract.”

“Auntie!”

As soon as Shen Xiaojiang spoke, the other side erupted in a laugh that sounded like silver bells.

“Shen Xiaojiang, why are you so cute?”

Aside from Chen Yi, no one else called her cute, and no one else called her silly. Shen Xiaojiang’s ears felt a bit red and hot.

“Do you know the best time to drink ginger tea?” Chen Yi asked, tilting her head toward Shen Xiaojiang. She swirled the mug as if it were a wine glass. Her posture was so elegant that even the tea inside seemed high-end.

Shen Xiaojiang hadn’t researched it and shook her head honestly.

Chen Yi took another sip and spoke slowly: “In the morning.”

Shen Xiaojiang nodded in understanding.

Chen Yi looked at her languidly, every glance hiding a story. “It’s not yet three o’clock technically, it counts as morning.”

With that, Chen Yi pushed her cup toward Shen Xiaojiang. “Cheers!”

Shen Xiaojiang was stunned for a moment, genuinely trying to recall the meaning of the word. A second later, her face lit up with realization. She uttered an “Oh” and pushed her cup toward Chen Yi.

When the porcelain cups clinked, they made a crisp sound, like a Japanese wind chime on a door beautiful, as if they were singing.

Shen Xiaojiang stole a look at Chen Yi as she tilted her head to drink. The smooth line of her jaw, her slender and translucent neck everything was so beautiful. Someone so beautiful could truly make cheap ginger tea taste like expensive wine.

“This ginger is not that ‘Jiang’.” Chen Yi put down her cup.

She looked into the distance first, then turned her head to stare directly at Shen Xiaojiang. Thinking Chen Yi was about to say something, Shen Xiaojiang licked the tea from her lips and listened intently.

Chen Yi moved her gaze away from the girl’s face, lowered her eyes, and let out a gentle, flirtatious laugh. She traced the rim of the cup with her fingertip.

“Not as ‘tasty’ as you.”