After Flirting with the God-Tier Beautiful Tycoon - Chapter 50

Chen Yi stood in Shen Xiaojiang’s shadow. After a few seconds of silence, she asked weakly, “What are you doing?”

Shen Xiaojiang pressed her back into the corner, one hand braced against the wall. She smiled and said, “Just take it as me wanting to see.”

“Silly girl.” It was hard to tell what kind of expression was on Chen Yi’s face.

Shen Xiaojiang pondered for a long while.

“What’s wrong?” She couldn’t figure it out on her own.

Chen Yi looked at her, a flicker of loneliness passing through the depths of her eyes.

“Do you know why I like cheongsams?” Her voice dropped several octaves.

Shen Xiaojiang stood face to face with her, watching her intently.

Chen Yi took Shen Xiaojiang’s hand, rubbing her fingertips.

“Why?” In Shen Xiaojiang’s large, dark eyes, there was a small, obedient beauty in a cheongsam.

Looking at her own reflection in Shen Xiaojiang’s eyes, the corners of Chen Yi’s mouth curved into a beautiful arc.

“In the beginning, I liked cheongsams because they are truly beautiful no wrinkles, no fuss.” Chen Yi raised her hand, lightly brushing Shen Xiaojiang’s cheek.

“Little one, did you know? When I was in junior high, I really liked the Songs of Chu. I loved the sentences describing the character and spirit of a beauty flowers just blooming, dew just congealing. At that time, I felt that the cheongsam best highlighted a woman’s charm.” As Chen Yi spoke, her fingertips traced Shen Xiaojiang’s features one by one from her eyebrows to the corners of her eyes, from the bridge of her nose to the corners of her mouth.

It was as if Shen Xiaojiang was the very embodiment of the beauty’s spirit from the Songs of Chu.

“Later, when I entered society, I still liked it because a good cheongsam must be tailor made. This means it fits my body perfectly. When I wear it, I always feel a sense of tension. I won’t allow myself to become lax.” Chen Yi said.

“And then…” Chen Yi paused, her hand stopping its tracing.

“And then what?” Shen Xiaojiang squeezed Chen Yi’s hand, pressing it back against her own face.

Chen Yi glanced at her, blinked twice, and then looked away. “And then, it became my battle armor, used to attract the attention of others everywhere.”

Shen Xiaojiang was stunned.

She understood exactly what Chen Yi meant.

To establish herself in the business world, beauty became her most natural capital.

“Shen Xiaojiang,” Chen Yi called her softly, “What’s wrong?”

Shen Xiaojiang’s brows knit together slightly.

“Are you angry?” Chen Yi’s voice became even smaller.

Shen Xiaojiang shook her head and released Chen Yi’s wrist.

No, she felt heartbroken.

Chen Yi watched the other girl’s hand drop to her side and didn’t continue speaking.

Her words revealed the helplessness she was experiencing and the pain brought about by growth.

“Is it tiring?” Shen Xiaojiang asked.

“What?” Chen Yi’s eyes wavered slightly, showing a hint of panic.

Shen Xiaojiang reached out both hands again, slowly lifting them to cup Chen Yi’s face. Her tone was incredibly gentle: “Being tense every day… it must be very tiring, right?”

Chen Yi’s whole body stiffened, allowing her face to be held, letting the other person transfer warmth to her.

This wasn’t the first time Shen Xiaojiang had said something like this to her, but every time, it stirred a powerful resonance deep within her heart.

Chen Yi didn’t speak; she just looked at Shen Xiaojiang quietly.

Shen Xiaojiang looked back at her just as quietly.

“Ladies, the cheongsam is here,” the shop owner’s voice rang out from outside the curtain.

Shen Xiaojiang took the cheongsam. She raised her other hand and gently brushed Chen Yi’s cheek, her eyes full of reluctance: “Let’s not try it on.”

“Huh?” Chen Yi was bewildered.

“We’re not trying it. Let’s go home.” Shen Xiaojiang pulled Chen Yi, preparing to leave the fitting room.

Before half her body was out, her wrist tightened.

She turned around and met Chen Yi’s drifting, half-intoxicated gaze.

“Auntie…”

“In the past, I wore cheongsams to please others. But today, I only want to please you.” Having said that, Chen Yi unfastened a button on her shirt.

Beneath her straight nose, her red lips curved slightly in a half-smile. Her voice was soft and lingering, mixed with a hint of sultriness and a touch of nonchalance.

“Only…” Chen Yi spoke while her narrow eyes half-opened, every glance appearing capable of stealing one’s soul, “I’m afraid you won’t be able to control yourself.”

She raised her hand, lightly flicking Shen Xiaojiang’s chin, and unfastened the bottom most button.

The shirt fell onto the stool.

It stirred a slight breeze that flushed Shen Xiaojiang’s face red.

Chen Yi looked at her with slanted eyes. When she saw Shen Xiaojiang’s flushed cheeks, she let out a light laugh. “Oh my, I guessed right, didn’t I? You little pervert?”

Beneath the exquisite jawline was a slender, snow-white neck.

Looking at the prominent bone of her neck, Shen Xiaojiang swallowed.

She put the cheongsam behind her and leaned in.

With one hand braced against the wall again, she spoke slowly, word by word: “Then, my dear Auntie, how do you plan to please me?”

When Shen Xiaojiang narrowed her eyes, she looked both handsome and suggestive equally charming.

The tips of Chen Yi’s ears gradually heated up.

She knew that the person who couldn’t control herself wasn’t Shen Xiaojiang, but herself.

“What do you want me to do?” Chen Yi used one finger to lightly toy with the hem of Shen Xiaojiang’s clothes.

She rolled the hem in and then pulled it out.

Over and over again, like a shy young girl.

“Auntie…” Shen Xiaojiang leaned close to Chen Yi’s face and whispered in a breathy voice: “Kiss me.”

Chen Yi’s ears were almost cooked through with heat.

Her gaze moved slowly across Shen Xiaojiang’s face, finally landing on the other’s lips.

Shen Xiaojiang remained motionless, an arrogant boldness in her eyes that made one afraid to look directly at her.

Chen Yi bit her lower lip hard and pressed against her softly, grinding inch by inch.

Closing their eyes, the two felt as if they were in a tropical rainforest, smelling the fragrance of green leaves and hearing the gurgling of a stream.

Fingertips unclipped a strap; lace enveloped a tender shape.

Shen Xiaojiang leaned against Chen Yi’s neck, like a beast that hadn’t eaten for days, biting wantonly.

The faint, cold fragrance couldn’t dispel the sweltering heat of the fitting room.

“Ladies, how is the cheongsam fitting?” The store manager checked the time, then looked at the curtain of the fitting room, which was constantly being nudged open.

Chen Yi’s flushed face was made even more supple and moving by the contrast of the dark green cheongsam.

Shen Xiaojiang leaned against her ear and whispered, “It looks good.”

Chen Yi swatted her hand away and grumbled coquettishly, “Alright, that’s enough. I’m sore.”

“We’ve only just started,” Shen Xiaojiang was in high spirits and wasn’t about to let her prey go. She reached out to grab her.

Chen Yi held her waist and swatted her again, “Don’t be naughty. If you’re not buying it, don’t get the clothes dirty.”

Chen Yi already had several dark green cheongsams, and this one didn’t fit quite right, so she ultimately didn’t buy it.

When they left the shop, it was already late. Shen Xiaojiang prepared to take Chen Yi home.

“I don’t want to.” Chen Yi tugged at Shen Xiaojiang’s wrist, her voice carrying a hint of playful stubbornness, like a fun loving girl lingering in the bustle of the world.

“What?” Shen Xiaojiang was confused.

Chen Yi tucked her arm into Shen Xiaojiang’s and carefully tugged at her sleeve: “I don’t want to go back yet.”

Shen Xiaojiang asked obediently, “Then where else do you want to go?”

Chen Yi smiled, “I just want to walk with you. Anywhere is fine.”

The pink little electric scooter sliced through the dark night, weaving through Sea City.

Chen Yi sat on the back seat, hugging Shen Xiaojiang’s waist, watching the fireworks of the human world pass by.

“This is nice,” she said.

Shen Xiaojiang felt the person leaning against her back move her mouth.

“Auntie, what did you say?” Shen Xiaojiang raised her voice.

Chen Yi hugged her tighter and said nothing.

Ten minutes later, they arrived at their destination.

When the bike stopped, Shen Xiaojiang saw Chen Yi’s outstretched hands in the rearview mirror.

She turned around to see Chen Yi looking at her with a beaming smile.

Seeing that Shen Xiaojiang didn’t react for a long time, Chen Yi blinked hard.

Shen Xiaojiang couldn’t hold it in anymore; a smile bloomed on her face instantly.

She tilted her head, looking at the other girl sideways: “Didn’t you say yesterday that you could get down by yourself?”

Chen Yi didn’t speak, she just kept blinking those soul-hooking eyes.

With that, Shen Xiaojiang walked up to Chen Yi, wrapped Chen Yi’s hands around her own neck, and with a sweep of her arms, pulled Chen Yi into her embrace.

Just as Shen Xiaojiang intended to put Chen Yi down, she realized the arms around her seemed to tighten a bit.

She leaned into Chen Yi’s ear and whispered, “Auntie, what’s wrong?”

Chen Yi pulled back a little distance, looking down at the other from above: “Shen Xiaojiang, do you think I’m heavy?”

“Not at all!” Shen Xiaojiang shook her head repeatedly.

“Then why are you panting?” Chen Yi’s hair covered both her cheeks, making her already small face look even smaller.

Shen Xiaojiang was stunned for a moment, “I… I’m not!”

As soon as she finished speaking, Chen Yi leaned down, pressed against Shen Xiaojiang’s ear again, nibbled her earlobe, and enveloped the entire ear with her warm breath.

“Ah…” Shen Xiaojiang let out a shameful gasp.

Chen Yi laughed.

She laughed like a child.

“What did I tell you…”

Before Chen Yi could finish, Shen Xiaojiang bit her lips, drowning her voice in disordered breathing.

Chen Yi pushed Shen Xiaojiang away, “Public place.”

A very thin silver thread briefly appeared in the air, but it soon broke.

“Auntie…”

“Mhm.”

Shen Xiaojiang pressed her forehead against Chen Yi’s chin, every word carrying a heart-seizing madness, “Your mouth is so soft.”

“Alright, alright,” Chen Yi’s face turned red, and she used her finger to push against Shen Xiaojiang’s forehead, “Let me down.”

The corners of Shen Xiaojiang’s mouth curled up into a wicked smile.

Chen Yi had a bad feeling. Before she could speak, she was carried by Shen Xiaojiang toward the gate of “Sea City No. 1 Middle School.”

“Which class are you in?” The old man at the security post opened the window, speaking in a dry, aged voice.

“Class 16, Grade 12. Shen Xiaojiang.”

Chen Yi covered her face with both hands, allowing the other to carry her like that.

Seeing how confident Shen Xiaojiang was, the old man didn’t think much of it. He pressed the button for the electric gate and muttered to himself, “Grade 12… didn’t Grade 12 already finish their exams?”

By the time he realized, the old man opened the window completely, wishing he could shove half his body out: “Student! Haven’t you already graduated?”

“Hey, student!”

Shen Xiaojiang was physically strong and had high stress tolerance, she could still walk as if she had wings while holding Chen Yi.

Amidst the old man’s shouting, Shen Xiaojiang laughed: “So lucky, it’s still that same old man whose head isn’t quite right!”

Seeing Shen Xiaojiang laugh, Chen Yi laughed along.

It felt as if this was her own youth, only Shen Xiaojiang was experiencing it for her.

“Thank you, little one.” Chen Yi hugged Shen Xiaojiang’s neck.

“Huh?” Shen Xiaojiang was trying to remember the way to the playground and wasn’t listening carefully. “What? Thank me? Thank me for what?”

Chen Yi’s smile reached her eyes. “Everything. Everything.”

“Huh?”

Chen Yi gave a dainty “humph,” pinched Shen Xiaojiang’s nose while both annoyed and amused: “Thank you for raising yourself so well.”

“Huh?” Shen Xiaojiang didn’t understand, and that “huh” was drawn out into a long note.

Seeing that the other girl really was starting to pant, Chen Yi stopped teasing her. She leaned her head on her shoulder, feeling Shen Xiaojiang’s warmth, speed, and strength.

Arriving at the playground, Shen Xiaojiang finally let Chen Yi down.

After all, she was a ninety-pound person; carrying her all that way… it would be a lie to say she wasn’t tired.

She bent over, head down, adjusting her breathing.

Because it was a holiday, only one of the high-mast lights at the far end of the playground was on. The lighting wasn’t very good.

Dim and hazy perfect for falling in love.

“Class 16, Grade 12. Shen Xiaojiang.”

The voice came from ahead. Shen Xiaojiang looked up sharply.

Chen Yi stood on the plastic track, the dim light cascading down from above. Her hair was blown messy by the wind, but her smile remained like an immortal descending to earth draped in plain silk.

So beautiful.

Just like the most beautiful form of love.

“Hurry up and keep up!”

With that, Chen Yi turned and ran into the light.

Shen Xiaojiang stared blankly at her back, her feet instinctively moving forward.

She wanted to get close to Chen Yi, catch her, then let her go, and stay by her side forever and ever.

Shen Xiaojiang instinctively reached out, wanting to catch those strands of hair dancing in the wind.

“Chen Yi.”

Shen Xiaojiang called her name very softly.

As if by telepathy, while she was running, Chen Yi turned her head, her whole face smiling.

“Shen Xiaojiang!” She also laughed and called out Shen Xiaojiang’s name.

It sounded so good.

Shen Xiaojiang.

Coming from Chen Yi’s mouth, these three words held all their meaning.

She suddenly accelerated. The moment she brushed past Chen Yi’s side, she took hold of that slender, slightly cool hand.

“I like you.”

“Hmm?”

Chen Yi was stunned for a moment, her questioning sound drowned out by her increasingly loud heartbeat.

She blinked gently as she was led further away by Shen Xiaojiang.

“Ah..!”

The two of them ran one lap around the playground and collapsed onto the grass, drenched in sweat.

The scent of green grass and earth lingered at their noses.

They lay side by side, their chests heaving.

They glanced at each other and both burst out laughing.

“Why did you bring me to the playground?” Chen Yi’s voice was raspy from the heavy breathing.

“No reason.” Shen Xiaojiang was also out of breath.

“Are you going to tell me or not?” Chen Yi nudged Shen Xiaojiang, then mischievously tickled the hollow of Shen Xiaojiang’s waist.

That was Shen Xiaojiang’s most sensitive spot.

“Okay, okay, I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you,” She looked at the scattered, brilliant starry sky and became a bit more serious. “I wanted to see you running.”

“See me running?”

“Mhm.”

“Why?”

“Because it seems like nothing ever makes you panic.” Shen Xiaojiang turned her face to look at Chen Yi, the other was also looking up at the same starry sky.

“So, I was curious when would you run to do something?”

After saying this, Shen Xiaojiang turned back and continued looking at the stars.

“I run when I’m hiding from the rain.” After saying this, Chen Yi also turned her head and looked at Shen Xiaojiang.

“Or, running toward you.” She added this last part very, very quietly.

“What?” Shen Xiaojiang wasn’t sure if she had heard correctly.

At that moment, the rustling sound of grass came from beside her.

“I just said…” Chen Yi turned onto her side, propping herself up on the grass with one hand, looking down at Shen Xiaojiang.

Chen Yi’s eyelashes fluttered.

Flushed cheeks, rapid breathing, sweat dampening the hair at her temples a transparent bead of sweat slid from her temple, ducked into her collar, and fell into the depths.

Thump-thump, thump-thump…

Their eyes met, neither could bear to look away.

Suddenly, Chen Yi lowered her head and kissed Shen Xiaojiang’s lips.

The sweat was salty, but Shen Xiaojiang’s lips were sweet.