After Flirting with the God-Tier Beautiful Tycoon - Chapter 66

Ever since they had known each other, Shen Xiaojiang and Chen Yi had never sat together so quietly without speaking, without touching.

Chen Yi rested her chin on her arms, gently pressing her toes against Shen Xiaojiang’s shirt.

Two seconds later, her toes lifted.

She repeated this movement several times.

At that moment, the person beside her cast a glance her way.

Chen Yi froze, turning her head to meet a pair of burning eyes.

Shen Xiaojiang did not look away, she stared straight at Chen Yi.

She just stared, saying nothing.

Upstairs, the silence was nearly absolute.

Both Shen Xiaojiang and Chen Yi looked upward simultaneously. Though they couldn’t see anything, they just watched and waited.

Soon, the door to the emergency exit opened and closed again.

Shen Xiaojiang rose first and walked to the corner of the stairs. Once she confirmed the two people upstairs had left, she let out a sigh of relief.

Returning to Chen Yi’s side, Shen Xiaojiang looked at the other woman’s hair and said with feigned coldness, “Alright, you can continue your escape now.”

Chen Yi appeared expressionless, but her heart was like a stone thrown into a still lake, creating thousands of ripples.

She pinched the cuff of Shen Xiaojiang’s shirt, holding it as cautiously as if she were holding her hand.

After a few more seconds, she let go of the cuff and stood up.

She picked up the shirt, carefully brushed off the dust, and then walked unhurriedly over to Shen Xiaojiang. “Here, back to you.”

Her face was blank, her tone unreadable.

She looked like a machine following a pre-set routine.

Shen Xiaojiang didn’t take the shirt. Instead, she grabbed Chen Yi’s wrist and pulled her closer. “This time, where are you planning to run to?”

“Shen Xiaojiang, don’t talk like that.” Chen Yi’s brow twitched.

“I am… at least your auntie.” She said this without any confidence.

Shen Xiaojiang let go of her hand. “You are Sun Jiabao’s auntie.”

After saying that, Shen Xiaojiang picked up Chen Yi’s high heels from the stairs and placed them gently in front of her.

“Put them on. Your feet are cold.” After speaking, Shen Xiaojiang remained in a squat.

Chen Yi looked down at her. “I can put them on myself.”

“Okay.” Shen Xiaojiang stood up.

She took a step back, leaning against the white wall behind her. She bit her lip, her high nose bridge twitching slightly as she asked petulantly, “You already left. Why did you come back?”

Chen Yi’s hand paused while putting on her shoe. She said guiltily, “I left something behind.”

“What thing?” Shen Xiaojiang saw right through the lie.

Chen Yi: “…”

Seeing that Chen Yi wouldn’t answer, Shen Xiaojiang stepped in front of her again and took away the high heels she hadn’t managed to slip into yet.

“Shen Xiaojiang,” the older woman called out.

Shen Xiaojiang gritted her teeth. “I’m taking you to wash your feet first.”

“No need.” Chen Yi stepped back.

Shen Xiaojiang stepped forward. “The soles of your feet are dirty. If you put them in those shoes, the expensive leather will get ruined. Are you just going to throw them away then?”

Chen Yi frowned and glared at Shen Xiaojiang.

She suddenly realized that in the eyes of this “little one,” there was a look she hadn’t seen before.

An aura of excellence and confident strength began to fill the small space.

Was the little puppy still the same little puppy?

Did the little puppy still like her?

“There’s a restroom outside the emergency exit. Will you walk yourself, or should I carry you?” Shen Xiaojiang looked directly into Chen Yi’s eyes those large, deep eyes were bright and clear, carrying a trace of determination and decisiveness.

The emergency exit door was pushed open just a crack, letting a sliver of dim light bleed in, faintly illuminating this small square of space.

Chen Yi lost her temper.

In the brief silence between them, Chen Yi could feel how filthy her feet were. She might have stepped in sticky juice, scattered cigarette ash, or perhaps other strange, unimaginable things.

Her brow furrowed slightly, her beautiful willow-leaf eyebrows curving. Her lips twitched a bit as she squeezed out a few words from between her teeth: “I’ll walk myself.”

Her low voice sounded like a pout, or a tantrum.

As she spoke, Chen Yi brushed past Shen Xiaojiang and headed for the door.

She was very thin with the door barely open, she slipped through easily and disappeared from Shen Xiaojiang’s sight.

“Tsk, coward,” Shen Xiaojiang whispered, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Feeling like she shouldn’t be smiling, she immediately swapped it for a serious expression.

After standing there for a few seconds, she also turned and walked in the direction Chen Yi had vanished.

Though the restroom was right next to the emergency exit, Bai Shuhua had mentioned it was just a service restroom that only employees knew about. Most people really couldn’t find it.

Shen Xiaojiang closed the emergency door and followed that faint scent to find the lingering “coward.”

Outside, it was raining, but the light was much better than in the emergency passage.

All lies and deceptions had nowhere to hide.

One of Chen Yi’s arms hung naturally at her side, while the other was crossed in front of her, her fingers tightly gripping the hanging arm.

She looked a bit nervous, a bit lost completely inconsistent with her usual decisive and ruthless persona.

As Shen Xiaojiang approached, her shallow shadow on the wall looked like a dark cloud, hiding terrifying lightning within, ready to unleash an uncontrollable storm at any moment.

Chen Yi felt Shen Xiaojiang’s approach, and her heart began to race.

Subconsciously, she took a few steps forward.

It was as if she were afraid of being caught, yet also as if she were playing hard to get.

Shen Xiaojiang’s lips curled into an ambiguous smile as she took a long stride, closing the distance between them.

Chen Yi bit her lower lip and quickened her pace.

She didn’t dare look back at Shen Xiaojiang. She was afraid that if she looked into those clean eyes in such a bright place, she would forget all her previous thoughts and be unable to stop herself from regretting her choices.

So, she could only listen intently to the movements behind her and use the shadows on the wall to judge the distance.

Shen Xiaojiang wasn’t in a hurry to catch up. Like flying a kite, she moved in fits and starts—now fast, now slow.

She suddenly found that observing this older “coward” like this was quite interesting.

The air conditioning in the building was set very high, making these seldom visited areas even colder.

Shen Xiaojiang noticed that Chen Yi’s heels were already turning red.

She remembered that the older woman had a weak constitution her hands and feet were cold year-round.

Even after they did “it,” when her body was soaked in sweat and hot as a branding iron, her hands and feet remained cool.

So, Shen Xiaojiang decided to stop teasing her. She took three quick steps to the restroom door and called out to her back: “You passed it.”

Chen Yi’s footsteps faltered. She slowly turned her head, first looking at the heavy rain outside and the branches bent by the water, then her gaze swept across the wall and the floor before finally landing on Shen Xiaojiang.

“What?” she asked instinctively.

Her voice was soft, carrying a hint of hoarseness from dryness.

It wasn’t unpleasant rather, it added a sense of sophistication and casualness.

“There,” Shen Xiaojiang tilted her head and raised her hand, pointing to the illuminated sign on the wall. “The women’s room is here. You already walked past it.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Xiaojiang’s gaze shifted slightly, and she said nonchalantly, “Or… are we really meant to just pass each other by like this?”

Chen Yi’s heart tightened. She knew the phrase was loaded with double meaning. When she regained her senses, she lowered her eyes and slowly turned around, pretending not to understand Shen Xiaojiang’s implication.

Seeing Chen Yi remain silent, Shen Xiaojiang gritted her teeth so hard that the muscles in her jaw bulged slightly.

As Chen Yi approached, Shen Xiaojiang relaxed her jaw and stuck out an arm to block her path.

Chen Yi remained silent, staring blankly at the arm held out in front of her.

The short-sleeved shirt was balled up and tucked under Shen Xiaojiang’s left arm. Her bare arm appeared even whiter and more slender without any covering.

The two of them seemed to be in a silent tug-of-war.

Shen Xiaojiang’s breathing was heavy with anger. “Answer me.”

Chen Yi slowly turned her head, slowly lifted her eyes to look at her, and then slowly lowered them again, staring at the shirt tucked under Shen Xiaojiang’s arm.

“Give it to me,” Chen Yi said, reaching out to pinch a corner of the shirt with her fingertips. “Such a good piece of clothing… if you keep it tucked like that, it’ll get wrinkled.”

With that, she pulled slightly, preparing to take the shirt.

Answering a different question was also a form of escape.

Shen Xiaojiang wasn’t going to let her have her way. She tightened her left arm, pressing the shirt even harder so Chen Yi couldn’t pull it out.

“Why do you want it? It’s not like you like it anyway,” Shen Xiaojiang said in a low voice, sounding like a pouting accusation.

Chen Yi blinked rapidly. Her fingers on the edge of the shirt paused. She took a microscopic deep breath and replied calmly, “I’ll fold it for you.”

Summer in Nancheng was the season for typhoons.

The wind outside grew even stronger. The fragile branches were pressed down, then snapped back, then pressed down again a cycle that repeated over and over. But each time they snapped back, they seemed to use all their strength. If the wind didn’t stop, those poor branches wouldn’t survive the next downpour.

“No need.” Shen Xiaojiang pulled the shirt from under her arm, shook it out, and tied it around her own waist.

The black wide strap tank top was cinched at the waist, making Shen Xiaojiang’s waist look even slenderer and leaner.

Full of youthful energy, heroic and dashing.

So beautiful, and so handsome.

Chen Yi couldn’t help but stare for a moment. She had to admit, Shen Xiaojiang’s figure was truly incredible. The lines of her waist were smooth when she moved slightly, one could vaguely see thin abdominal muscles and a sexy waistline.

Suddenly, Shen Xiaojiang lowered her head, her face coming very, very close to Chen Yi’s. “Do you like it?”

Chen Yi looked up sharply, crashing into Shen Xiaojiang’s jet-black pupils.

In both of their eyes, messy secrets and emotions were written plain.

“Do you like it?” Shen Xiaojiang asked again.

As usual, Chen Yi averted her gaze and said emotionlessly, “I don’t.”

Shen Xiaojiang was indignant. “Really don’t like it? Then I’ll give it to someone else.”

Chen Yi stared at an unknown point on the ground, neither denying nor agreeing. “Stop messing around.”

Shen Xiaojiang gave a cold snort. She glanced at the nearby surveillance camera and raised both arms, pinning Chen Yi into the camera’s blind spot.

“Auntie, who exactly is the one messing around right now?” she asked.

Chen Yi’s eyes flickered. She felt like it had been a long time since anyone had called her “Auntie.”

Truly, a long time.

So long that she had forgotten how sweet the title could be and yet, how bitter.

This was no longer the dim, deserted emergency passage. Suddenly shrouded by Shen Xiaojiang’s shadow, Chen Yi’s nerves tightened. “Someone will come by here.”

Shen Xiaojiang acted unbothered. “What if someone comes? Are we doing anything?”

Chen Yi’s ears turned hot. “I… we…”

Shen Xiaojiang gave a mocking laugh. “Or rather, are you hoping I’ll do something with you?”

Chen Yi tilted her head away, a strange emotion surging in her eyes.

After a long silence, she prepared to speak: “I don’t…”

Suddenly, Shen Xiaojiang leaned down, wrapped her arms around the back of Chen Yi’s knees, and hoisted her up.

The words Chen Yi hadn’t finished were swallowed back down.

“Put… put me down.”

“I will.”

The service restroom was rarely used, so it was relatively clean. The scent of incense was strong, with no other unpleasant odors.

Carrying Chen Yi, Shen Xiaojiang scanned the room and walked toward a dry marble sink.

Even though it wasn’t dirty, she still pulled out two tissues and wiped it down thoroughly.

Chen Yi is wearing white; she can’t get dirty, she thought.

She was angry with Chen Yi, but she still couldn’t bear to see her uncomfortable.

After wiping it, she tossed the crumpled tissues into the trash.

She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but Shen Xiaojiang felt the hands wrapped around her neck tighten.

When she noticed, the person timidly let go.

The skin of Chen Yi’s arm brushed against Shen Xiaojiang’s cheek, carrying a faint, lingering fragrance.

That was the scent Shen Xiaojiang dreamed of every day the source of both her pain and her longing.

Her arms were a bit sore, but she really didn’t want to let go.

They said it had been a week, but if she counted exactly, it had been eight days.