My Angel, My Guardian (GL) - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

“Miss, your coffee.”

The flight attendant handed the coffee to Shen Jingwen, who offered a polite smile in return. She never expected to be transferred back. She still remembered what Xiao Xiao said when she was sent away—that as long as Xiao Xiao remained at Nitian, she would never let her return. Shen Jingwen had thought it was permanent. Fortunately, she was back in a familiar environment, though it meant being separated from her parents.

“Miss, haven’t we met somewhere before?”

The woman sitting next to Shen Jingwen, who had been wearing sunglasses since boarding, spoke slowly. Her voice carried a trace of coldness.

“Don’t you think that opening line is a bit cliché?”

Shen Jingwen took a sip of her coffee and responded coldly. During her years abroad, she had heard that line countless times.

“I really have seen you before.”

The woman looked serious. Shen Jingwen turned to look at her: black shirt, black trousers, black leather shoes, black coat—dressed entirely in black. Does she think she’s in the mafia? Shen Jingwen thought to herself.

“We have met; aren’t we meeting right now?” Shen Jingwen looked away indifferently.

Behind the sunglasses, the woman’s beautiful brows furrowed. She didn’t reply but fell into deep thought, searching her memory. She was confident in her recall—she never forgot a face she’d seen or a voice she’d heard. Where had she encountered this woman?

Suddenly, a name flashed through her mind.

“Shen Jingwen.”

The woman whispered the name. Shen Jingwen’s hand holding the coffee cup froze. She turned back, frowning. How did this woman know her name?

“Long time no see.”

The woman took off her sunglasses. Shen Jingwen continued to stare, still unable to remember ever meeting this cold, elegant woman.

“Perhaps you don’t remember. To be honest, if I hadn’t heard your voice, I would have forgotten that we once crossed paths.”

The woman continued in her chilly tone.

“Seven years ago, on Christmas Eve. You were drunk. You stopped me on the street, kissed me without a word, and then collapsed into my arms in tears.”

At the memory of that night, a spark of color seemed to touch the woman’s eyes, though only for a fleeting second. Shen Jingwen was thrown into her own memories. Seven years ago, she had been in Country J for three years. She had gone to a bar to drink her sorrows away, paid the bill, and left. She had no memory of what happened next; she only knew she woke up in a hotel the next morning with her clothes intact. She had forgotten the incident long ago, but now, the woman’s words brought it all rushing back.

“I’m sorry. I was out of line that night.” Shen Jingwen wasn’t sure if the woman was telling the whole truth, but the time and location matched.

“Is an apology enough?”

The woman put her sunglasses back on. She disliked showing emotion to anyone—especially to the woman who had “violated” her yet lived to tell the tale. Back then, she didn’t know why, but despite being forcibly kissed, her heart had raced for the first time. Seeing the woman collapse in her arms, she had felt a strange sense of heartache—a feeling completely foreign to her. In her drunken mumbles, the woman had said her name: Shen Jingwen. If it hadn’t been for an urgent matter calling her back to the country, she would have pursued her then. But now they had met again, and she wouldn’t let her go. This woman had haunted her dreams for years—a faceless shadow with only a voice saying, ‘My name is Shen Jingwen.’

“Then what do you want?” Shen Jingwen asked, frowning.

A faint, charming smile touched the woman’s lips. “Give me your phone number.”

Eventually, Shen Jingwen gave her the number she had used ten years ago in Country Z, which she still kept active. The woman tucked the note into her pocket and fell silent. When the plane landed and it was time to disembark, the woman leaned over and left a kiss on the corner of Shen Jingwen’s mouth.

“Consider this interest. Shen Jingwen, remember my name: Ying Xing’er.”

The Unexpected Visit

Shen Jingwen returned to her old home. Her parents were still in Country J, and the house felt cold and empty. She didn’t plan on bringing them back; Country J was better for their retirement due to the healthcare and environment.

As she lay in bed, exhausted, the image of Ying Xing’er kept appearing. She tried to wash away the fatigue with a shower, then sat on the sofa looking at her transfer orders. Guang Qiang—a company with a terrible reputation. Why did the new CEO of Nitian send her there?

Suddenly, her phone rang. It was an unknown number.

“Hello, Shen Jingwen. Come downstairs. I’m at your house.”

It was Ying Xing’er. Shen Jingwen looked out the window and saw a black sports car. She went down and knocked on the window. Ying Xing’er stepped out.

“Get in.”

“Do you have business with me? If not, I’m going back inside,” Shen Jingwen replied, turning toward her building. Ying Xing’er grabbed her arm.

“I’m taking you somewhere. Get in.”

Shen Jingwen was no match for Ying Xing’er, who had practiced self-defense since childhood. She was bundled into the passenger seat.

“This is kidnapping!” Shen Jingwen glared.

Ying Xing’er shrugged. “If you think so, fine. But calling the police won’t help; they listen to me.”

She drove to a secluded mountain road, which was currently packed with luxury sports cars. Ying Xing’er stepped out and approached another woman.

“Eldest Miss Ying, you brought a girl today?” the woman asked, eyeing Shen Jingwen.

Ying Xing’er smiled.

“Don’t get any ideas. She’s my future wife.”