After Flirting with the God-Tier Beautiful Tycoon - Chapter 59

Today, all the classes had finally ended.

Later, Shen Xiaojiang sent another message to Chen Yi, but the other party never replied.

She couldn’t help but wonder, losing interest in everything she did. She really wanted to make a phone call, but she worried that if Chen Yi was still busy, she would be disturbing her.

And so, this wait lasted until two days later.

Shen Xiaojiang’s chest could no longer hold anything else if she waited one more day…no, one more hour, or even one more second she felt she would explode.

In the afternoon, she took a taxi to the Venus Bar.

She just wanted to see Chen Yi, just one look.

As she got out of the car, Shen Xiaojiang saw Chen Yi standing at the entrance, talking to a man. Her smile was just beginning to bloom, elegant and burning bright.

A light breeze brushed past, sending strands of hair flying. The man reached out to help tuck a stray lock behind her ear.

The smile in her eyes deepened, her vivid red lips resembling a midnight rose in full bloom.

She was stunning.

Addictive, inviting transgression.

Thinking of her own message one that closely resembled a confession. Shen Xiaojiang’s heart suddenly ached.

Did she really know Chen Yi?

Did Chen Yi know her?

The sourness in her heart grew as wildly as weeds after a fire.

She had told herself she’d only take one look, but Shen Xiaojiang broke her promise. She didn’t want to leave; she wanted to stay.

The man got into a car, and it drove away.

The smile on Chen Yi’s face grew cold instantly.

Just like every time before, He Zhong, who was beside her, handed her a disinfectant wipe.

“Auntie,” Shen Xiaojiang’s voice came from behind her.

Chen Yi visibly froze for a moment, turning around hurriedly, forgetting to take the wipe.

He Zhong stepped back, making way for Shen Xiaojiang.

“Auntie,” Shen Xiaojiang called out again, her voice laced with an indescribable emotion.

It sounded like resentment, yet also like anger.

Chen Yi’s fingertips lightly pressed into the fabric of her black qipao.

“Mm, why are you here? Did you take a taxi?” Chen Yi’s voice flowed in the wind, reaching Shen Xiaojiang’s ears like a piece of gauze brushing against the tip of her ear.

It sounded good truly beautiful. Shen Xiaojiang loved hearing it.

“Yeah, class is over,” she said.

Chen Yi smiled slightly. “Okay, let’s eat together.”

Shen Xiaojiang hesitated, looking at the pedestrians on the crosswalk, then at the black qipao on Chen Yi’s body. After a long while, she finally spoke: “I don’t want to eat.”

Chen Yi waved her hand, and He Zhong led his subordinates away.

“Then what do you want to eat?” Chen Yi stood in place, her voice a bit more flirtatious than before.

Shen Xiaojiang didn’t take a step forward; she also stayed where she was, swallowing hard, her voice dry: “Can I… eat you?”

Clearly meant to be a flirtatious remark, it sounded incredibly painful at this moment.

Chen Yi blinked and glanced elsewhere.

When she turned back, the turquoise beads around her neck moved slightly.

Chen Yi’s smile was faint, yet still impossibly beautiful.

“Sure,” she said.

Hearing this, Shen Xiaojiang didn’t feel the slightest bit of joy.

The two of them, one following the other, went to the second-floor lounge.

With a click, the lights turned on.

A gray blanket had been folded neatly on the sofa, and a book that had been half-read on the coffee table had been put away. Where it went, nobody knew.

Once the door was locked, Chen Yi turned her back to Shen Xiaojiang and began to take off her clothes.

Shen Xiaojiang didn’t like this.

Was there nothing between her and Chen Yi except eating and making love?

Could they not do anything else?

Over this period, Shen Xiaojiang had realized that while their meetings were becoming more frequent, their topics of conversation were becoming shallower.

She was constantly baring herself to Chen Yi, but the other woman was hiding herself piece by piece, from head to toe.

She was hiding her heart, too.

Shen Xiaojiang was becoming braver, but Chen Yi was becoming more cowardly.

What is it really like to love someone?

If one thought about it seriously, there would surely be many answers.

So, for two people like them now, could it be considered mutual love?

Shen Xiaojiang stepped forward, grabbed Chen Yi’s wrist, and said in a low voice: “Enough.”

Chen Yi, reaching for the side zipper, stopped upon hearing this, her heart skipping a beat.

She didn’t speak, standing quietly in that position with Shen Xiaojiang.

Shen Xiaojiang looked at her hair, at the back of her neck wrapped in the standing collar of the qipao, and at her still-up right, tree-like figure.

“Don’t take them off,” she said.

“Oh,” Chen Yi replied softly.

Still the same unreadable, making people unable to guess her emotions.

Shen Xiaojiang felt so tired.

Why did Chen Yi always stand there, waiting for Shen Xiaojiang to walk into her net?

Why could she never run toward Shen Xiaojiang?

Just like in Haishi, when Shen Xiaojiang asked her when will you ever run?

When would Chen Yi ever run toward her in a hurry?

Shen Xiaojiang gritted her teeth hard, pulled Chen Yi’s wrist, and turned her around.

Chen Yi didn’t speak she gave a light gasp and looked at her quietly.

In those extremely pale amber eyes, there was a ring of black patterns. The clean whites of her eyes had no flaws; even the red veins were few and far between.

When she didn’t blink or show expression, those light colored pupils looked like exquisite agate stones.

When she smiled, they were like they were filled with moonlight and starlight, beautiful beyond measure.

They were the same eyes, yet they held a different look than usual.

Shen Xiaojiang truly loved those eyes to death, and she hated them just as much.

“Why is your expression like this?” As soon as she spoke, Shen Xiaojiang pursed her lips, her molars grinding together again.

“Like what?” Chen Yi’s expression was faint, neither sad nor happy.

Chen Yi’s lip shape was beautiful of moderate thickness, almost no lip lines, very full, very soft, and very kissable.

Shen Xiaojiang had seen her without lipstick, her lip color was very pale, the kind that looked a bit malnourished.

Her voice was lovely, like soft cotton or fine silk.

Staining the earlobes, melting on the tongue.

Lips like these, a voice like this even if they were used to curse or say the most poisonous words in the world, they would still seem soaked in wine and dipped in honey.

One couldn’t help but find them impossible to hate.

Shen Xiaojiang’s fingers tightened bit by bit, but at the moment she was about to hurt the other woman, she let go.

She let go, but she didn’t release her.

She couldn’t bear to.

In all her life, she had only ever liked this one person she only wanted to be truly good to this one person.

Really, she couldn’t bear to be angry with her, couldn’t bear to hurt her.

She couldn’t bear to see her cry, and even less so to leave her alone.

“Why do you smile at others like?” Shen Xiaojiang bent over weakly, leaning her forehead against Chen Yi’s shoulder, calling out her name dejectedly: “Chen Yi.”

The shoulder beneath her forehead twitched slightly.

Chen Yi’s eyes narrowed momentarily before returning to normal.

“I’ve always smiled like this, Shen Xiaojiang,” she said.

This was the first time Shen Xiaojiang had called Chen Yi by her full name, the first time she had used such a tone for those two words.

Chen Yi’s heart tightened forcefully.

It was as if an invisible ribbon had bound her heart for every inch it tightened, the pain increased.

“Chen Yi, Chen Xiaoqi, Chen Qiye…” Shen Xiaojiang allowed Chen Yi’s wrist to grow cold in her palm, her voice hoarse with fatigue and an unspoken bitterness, “Which one is actually you?”

Chen Yi bit her lower lip, the light in her eyes scattering a bit.

“Auntie… is the real me,” Chen Yi’s voice was very small.

But Shen Xiaojiang heard it clearly.

“Then… did Auntie see the message I sent?” she asked softly, still leaning against Chen Yi’s shoulder.

Like a child questioning, “Why didn’t you buy me the toy?”

Chen Yi lightly stroked the skin of Shen Xiaojiang’s forearm with her fingertips, still answering in that lazy, relaxed voice: “I saw it.”

“You saw that one too?” Shen Xiaojiang asked again, unwilling to let it go.

Chen Yi knew which message Shen Xiaojiang was asking about.

But she didn’t want to say.

“There were two messages in total, I have the record on my phone. One asked if I was busy, and the other asked if I had eaten, right?” She kicked the topic back to Shen Xiaojiang like a ball.

“Oh.” Shen Xiaojiang felt aggrieved.

The skin on her forearm felt itchy from the stroking. Shen Xiaojiang released Chen Yi’s hand and let go of her own arm.

“Then, what about the one I retracted?” Shen Xiaojiang stared at the turquoise necklace hanging around Chen Yi’s neck.

“Nothing,” Chen Yi replied bluntly.

“Then why didn’t you ask me what I retracted?”

Chen Yi blinked twice, her throat moving slowly. Her expression was slightly unnatural, but she quickly adjusted: “It probably wasn’t important; otherwise, you would have sent it again.”

Not important?

Shen Xiaojiang was wounded by those two words.

If someone else had said it, it would be normal. But between the two of them, things shouldn’t be so casual.

“Do you think the message I sent was unimportant, or the fact that I retracted it was unimportant?” Shen Xiaojiang wouldn’t give up.

Chen Yi didn’t even think: “Is there a difference?”

Without realizing it, Shen Xiaojiang clenched her fists.

In her heart, from the first time they met, Chen Yi had been the unquestioned number one. No one could shake that.

However, in Chen Yi’s world, she herself was not important.

She was just an accident in Chen Yi’s pursuit of ambition. Whenever someone else appeared, her position would always be pushed back.

“Don’t ask questions like that it’s childish,” Chen Yi said, then turned to walk toward the window.

It wasn’t the first time Chen Yi had called Shen Xiaojiang childish, but what she said today was heavy not cute at all.

So blunt, so real it only made Shen Xiaojiang feel worse.

“Yeah, I am childish. I was always childish, I’m childish now, and I’ll be childish in the future. Are you satisfied?” Shen Xiaojiang’s nose felt stingy. “A childish person like me just likes to ask childish questions. Who was that man helping you with your hair at the door? What’s your relationship? Why did you let him touch you? Why did you smile at him so tenderly?”

Chen Yi didn’t speak.

Shen Xiaojiang’s brow was tightly furrowed, all her worries piled there. “You can explain it to me. Whatever you say, I’ll listen.”

“There’s nothing to explain,” Chen Yi said expressionlessly.

Shen Xiaojiang bit her lip until it bled. “You could tell me he’s your client, your partner, someone very important to you, anything.”

“He’s not,” Chen Yi’s tone was icy as she continued to walk forward.

Just like countless times before, she never stayed for anyone.

Shen Xiaojiang stood frozen in place.

She wanted to find excuses for Chen Yi she wanted to believe her.

She hadn’t been sure if Chen Yi had seen the message, but tonight, at this very moment, she smelled the scent of a lie.

She was certain Chen Yi had seen that message.

Because the eyes are the windows to the soul. They don’t lie.

Even if you are skilled at hiding yourself, you will inevitably leave indelible evidence in your pupils.

The curtains were pulled back, and the moonlight outside spilled in.

The light shone on Chen Yi, making her look even colder. Like a machine without emotions.

The words Professor Lao Maotou said in class surfaced in Shen Xiaojiang’s mind.

She had once thought that through her own efforts, she could make Chen Yi become a person of flesh and blood. But looking at it now, she had been too naive.

Some people are destined to never be warmed. Some paths are destined to be walked alone. Some things are destined to be unchangeable by anyone.

She walked toward Chen Yi in a daze. At the moment she got close, she propped both hands on the window frame, circling the woman and pressing her into the space formed by her arms.

“I know you saw it,” she said.

Chen Yi paused, Shen Xiaojiang could feel the change in her breathing.

“You must have seen it. Why didn’t you respond to me? Even if you told me that ‘like’ doesn’t mean ‘love,’ even if you just rejected me sternly, or even if you just continued to tease me dismissively.” Shen Xiaojiang’s voice was even hoarser than before, with a slight tremble. “But you can’t just ignore me.”

“Shen Xiaojiang…” Chen Yi tried to make her voice sound indifferent.

Today, Shen Xiaojiang didn’t want to hear Chen Yi’s preaching. “I told you, you can’t ignore me. Because if you ignore me, I’ll ignore you too.”

“But you also mentioned another possibility to kiss me hard,” Chen Yi looked out the window, not flirtatious, not charming, without expression or emotion.

Shen Xiaojiang looked at the back of Chen Yi’s neck and didn’t speak again.

She leaned in and bit the collar of the qipao at the back of her neck.

Bit by bit, she made it wet.

Outside the window was a large camphor tree. A sparrow perched on a branch, chirping; after seeing the two of them, it fluttered away.

Chen Yi was like a breeze, like a sliver of moonlight you think she’s within reach, yet you can grasp nothing.

Shen Xiaojiang’s lips touched that cold necklace. She took it into her mouth, pulled back her neck, and tugged hard, squeezing out a few wet words through her teeth: “Answer my question seriously.”

Chen Yi felt the tightening around her neck. “I don’t want to answer right now.”

Shen Xiaojiang tightened her arms, narrowing the space where Chen Yi stood. “What am I to you?”

In Chen Yi’s eyes, Shen Xiaojiang wasn’t the type to be so doggedly persistent. She thought that if she didn’t answer and pretended not to see, Shen Xiaojiang would let it go.

She really hadn’t expected Shen Xiaojiang to ask her this way.

She didn’t know what she was thinking either. She could perceive people’s hearts and easily knew what others needed, but she didn’t know her own, nor did she know Shen Xiaojiang’s.

“Have you ever seriously liked me?” Shen Xiaojiang leaned against Chen Yi’s neck, the turquoise necklace still in her teeth.

Chen Yi didn’t answer. Her mouth was harder than a diamond.

In a fit of anger, Shen Xiaojiang bit through the necklace.

Dozens of priceless, high-grade turquoise beads instantly snapped from the string and scattered, clattering to the floor like drops of blue-green tears.

Chen Yi was stunned, frozen as if she had forgotten how to react.

“I’m honored to be your passing whim.”

Then, Chen Yi heard the lounge door slam shut with a bang.

Following that, she saw Shen Xiaojiang running out of the bar’s main entrance.

The night was quiet, as if someone had pressed the pause button.