After Flirting with the God-Tier Beautiful Tycoon - Chapter 75.1

Shen Xiaojiang was free. In what capacity could she control her?

Sun Jiabao: “Actually, I won’t drink it.”

Shen Xiaojiang: “I’ll drink it.”

Sun Jiabao: “…”

Chen Yi: “…”

The three remained silent for two seconds.

Sun Jiabao looked at Shen Xiaojiang and laughed. “Well, Ginger, why are you always going against me? You’re so annoying.”

Chen Yi couldn’t stand listening to it any longer, but her legs felt like they were filled with lead; she couldn’t move.

Shen Xiaojiang gave a faint smile, her expression composed, the corners of her mouth curling into a very beautiful arc.

No matter how you looked at it, the two seemed like a young couple in love, flirting as if no one else were in the room.

“Auntie,” Sun Jiabao asked, puzzled. “Is there a lot of ginger tea?”

Chen Yi’s gaze shifted reluctantly from Shen Xiaojiang’s face to Sun Jiabao’s eyes. A hint of murderous intent leaked into her gaze.

Like a messenger from hell carrying a giant scythe, ready to slay man or god alike.

It was the first time Sun Jiabao had seen Chen Yi with such an expression, and she was genuinely startled.

She froze for a few seconds, not daring to say a word.

Naturally, she couldn’t guess what was on Chen Yi’s mind. She turned and whispered into Shen Xiaojiang’s ear: “Ginger, let’s go, let’s go. My aunt seems to be in a bad mood.”

Realizing her gaze had been inappropriate, Chen Yi immediately pinched her thigh to force herself out of the whirlpool named “Shen Xiaojiang” and regain a moment of clarity.

“If you really don’t want to drink it, then forget it,” she added.

Sun Jiabao immediately gave an obedient smile. “No, no, we’re coming, we’re coming.”

With that, she let go of Shen Xiaojiang, scrambled off the bed, threw on her slippers, and rushed to the door.

Chen Yi tilted her shoulder slightly.

Sun Jiabao squeezed past her.

Her footsteps grew more distant as if she were making an escape.

The distance from the doorway to the bedside wasn’t far, but there was a bitter, ambiguous current in the air, making a “sizzling” sound.

However, that sound was quickly covered by the background music of the game on the projector screen.

Chen Yi stood at the door, watching Shen Xiaojiang’s every move.

She would blink occasionally, then immediately refocus her gaze.

This time, the roles of the hunter and the prey had switched.

Shen Xiaojiang put down her Kindle, stood up slowly, stepped into her white slippers, and walked slowly toward Chen Yi.

The fragrance unique to Chen Yi drew closer, diffusing inch by inch into Shen Xiaojiang’s heart, like a tree bursting into bloom in a soft corner of her soul.

The two were incredibly close, but Chen Yi didn’t move.

She didn’t tilt her shoulder away like she had for Sun Jiabao she stood there as if trying to trap Shen Xiaojiang.

If she truly could, she might really have trapped her little bird.

But there were no “ifs.”

Because she couldn’t bear to.

She only had her little bird, but that little bird had the whole world.

After a few seconds, she tilted her shoulder to let her through, just as she had for Sun Jiabao.

But just as Shen Xiaojiang prepared to squeeze past, Chen Yi paused again.

Their shoulders brushed ever so slightly.

At the moment of contact, Shen Xiaojiang instinctively took a sharp step back.

Her heart trembled violently.

Her gaze drifted lightly onto Chen Yi’s curled, raven wing eyelashes.

Chen Yi blinked rapidly and bit her lower lip, releasing it only after it hurt. Her full lips glistened, and her delicate cupid’s bow was an invitation to ruin.

She slowly raised her eyes, her gaze lingering briefly on Shen Xiaojiang’s face.

“Shen Xiaojiang,” she whispered her name.

It was like an unconscious slip of the tongue.

The timid elder who had spoken clearly hadn’t thought of what to say next.

So, as the sound abruptly stopped, the two remained in their positions, shrouded in silence.

Outside, the wind had died down, but the rain continued to fall.

The droplets were like tears, hanging sadly in streaks against the glass.

The pitter-patter might very well have been the sound of a breaking heart.

“Shen Xiaojiang,” Chen Yi called out again.

Shen Xiaojiang’s finger twitched.

Hearing Chen Yi call her name gave those three words meaning again.

In the past, when the distance was this short and their breath this close, she would have hugged Chen Yi tightly the second time she called.

But now, she wouldn’t.

“What do you want to say, Chairman Chen?” Shen Xiaojiang’s voice was mechanical and cold.

Chen Yi’s heart shuddered violently, as if someone had punched her with full force. She felt an ache through her entire body.

“Do you have to call me that?” Chen Yi’s voice was soft, her pace of speech slowing down.

Shen Xiaojiang gripped the corner of her striped shirt, maintaining the same tone. “Then what should I call you?”

Her words were like a bone stuck in Chen Yi’s throat.

Chen Yi opened her mouth soundlessly.

Shen Xiaojiang’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“I am Jiabao’s aunt, and you are her best friend. Rounded off, doesn’t that make me your aunt too?” Chen Yi’s eyes were narrow, the corners upturned, possessing a naturally fox-like, enchanting beauty.

The same words, coming from Chen Yi’s mouth, were incredibly seductive.

“Auntie,” Shen Xiaojiang said the word stiffly.

The word had lost its former warmth and its past heat.

It was a cruel reminder to Chen Yi that the past was like a broken bridge they might never be able to go back.

She regretted it, this “Auntie” felt even worse than “Chairman Chen.”

“Ginger!”

Sun Jiabao’s voice echoed from the stairs.

Shen Xiaojiang nodded politely. “Auntie, excuse me. Please let me pass.”

Lost in her thoughts, Chen Yi tilted her shoulder once more. As she felt the scent of Shen Xiaojiang brushing past her, her heart shattered into pieces just like the glass that had slipped from her hand that day. It was so real that she could almost hear the sound of breaking glass even if she covered her ears.