Chapter 137

Chapter 137 - 137 131 Bathroom Romance Changlings Promise (First Chapter 137: 131: Bathroom Romance, Changling’s Promise (First Update) Chapter 137: 131: Bathroom Romance, Changling’s Promise (First Update) He stood there, composed and imperturbable, even without saying much, he was enough to make one’s heart tremble.

The man who was called out immediately felt the oppressive atmosphere tingling his scalp. Coupled with Xie Shang’s aura of nobility, the man instantly corrected his demeanor, “I’m sorry.”

Cold water dripped down Xie Shang’s contoured face, “Didn’t you see? No smoking.”

When encountering Xie Shang in a bad mood, it’s best to stay away.

When he goes crazy, yes, innocents will suffer.

The man glanced at the no-smoking sign on the wall and hurriedly extinguished the cigarette he had just lit on turning around, “I’m sorry, I didn’t see it.”

After wrapping the cigarette in paper and tossing it in the trash can, the man quickly walked away.

The food they ordered hadn’t arrived quickly, so Wen Changling asked the waiter to change Tongtong’s utensils to children’s tableware first.

“Miss Wen.”

Wen Changling heard someone calling her and looked over.

Fu Ying walked over from near the elevator entrance, accompanied by her bodyguard Chen Baishi.

“I am Fu Ying.”

Fu Ying extended her hand proactively.

Wen Changling stood up and briefly shook Fu Ying’s hand.

“Out alone with the child, isn’t Mr. Xie accompanying you?”

Surprised by Fu Ying’s sudden greeting, Wen Changling responded, “Are you looking for him?”

“Changling.”

Xie Shang came over and immediately shielded Wen Changling behind him, distancing her from Fu Ying with a look filled with defense and warning, “Does Madam Zhou have any business?”

Fu Ying smiled and took a couple of steps back, her expression blatantly smug as if proud of having found someone’s sore spot and wielding leverage, almost saying, so nervous and jittery, eh?

“Nothing urgent, I just happened to be dining in the area and came over to greet you.” Fu Ying looked past Xie Shang, glancing at Wen Changling before swiftly averting her gaze, “I won’t disturb your meal then.”

Fu Ying turned and left.

Chen Baishi followed behind her.

Inside the elevator, Chen Baishi saw Fu Ying laugh, “What are you laughing at?”

“Don’t you find it amusing?” Fu Ying found it extremely amusing, as no one else must have seen that expression on Xie Shang’s face before. When had the scions of the Xie and Su families ever been so on edge? It was quite interesting.

She laughed, “The food chain has been reversed.”

“Did you know Miss Wen before?”

Chen Baishi’s ability to hide his emotions was poor, and his probing and doubts were evident in his eyes.

“What, trying to snoop around my business again?”

He denied it, “No.”

Fu Ying, with her arms crossed, observed him. Her appearance was actually quite harmless, but the aura she emitted made people overlook her looks, “You’re so dedicated, has your master given you a raise?”

Chen Baishi remained silent.

He was adept at silence, his composure showing no sign of relaxation or change.

“The private meeting with President Zhang, wasn’t it you who leaked it to him?” Fu Ying walked forward, and Chen Baishi did not step back, drawing ever so close that his chin was nearly touching her forehead, as she wore high heels and looked up, “How did you find out? Did you install cameras when I wasn’t aware?”

Chen Baishi didn’t deny it.

Indeed, he had leaked the information.

“Then would you spy on me taking a shower?”

His expression remained blank, “No.”

Fu Ying raised her hand, placing it on his shoulder and brushing his collar with her fingers, “Didn’t spy or didn’t install cameras?”

“Madam—”

She slapped him across the face, hard, causing him to turn his head.

“I told you to get lost a long time ago, but you just wouldn’t listen.”

The scant old schoolmates relationship had vanished the moment Chen Baishi chose to continue aiding Zhou Sheng in hindering her.

The elevator doors opened, and Fu Ying didn’t give him another look as she stepped out.

Chen Baishi touched his face and followed her.

It was raining outside, the raindrops beating down fiercely. Chen Baishi retrieved an umbrella left at the doorway, moved forward and held it over Fu Ying, tilting the whole umbrella towards her so that he was almost entirely exposed to the rain himself.

The car was parked on the roadside.

Fu Ying took the umbrella from Chen Baishi, opened the car door herself and got in, then locked the door, “You stand here.

Consider it punishment.”

She rolled up the car window.

The car didn’t move, she sat inside while Chen Baishi stood outside.

Chen Baishi’s phone rang, a call from Fu Ying’s stepson Zhou Sheng.

He answered the call, “Mr. Zhou.”

“Where’s Fu Ying?”

He reported truthfully, “Jungle Mansion.”

Zhou Kangyi was near his end, and Zhou Sheng couldn’t sit still anymore, eager to get rid of the thorn in his side that was Fu Ying. And Chen Baishi was a competent spy because of his loyalty.

He stood in the rain, immobile.

This sudden downpour soaked many people.

Jhiang Youyou and Guan Sixing didn’t carry umbrellas, and he took off the short-sleeved shirt he wore over his T-shirt to shield Jhiang Youyou from the rain, getting soaked himself in the process.

Jhiang Youyou closed the door, “You’re all wet. I’ll go get a towel.”

Guan Sixing followed her into the bathroom.

She hadn’t lived in this rental place for long, but her traces were everywhere. Various bottles and jars sat on the washbasin, along with her pink headband. She had many towels, which filled the rack to the brim.

Guan Sixing liked this feeling, where even the air he breathed held hints of Jiang Youyou. Many people said he didn’t understand life, that he lived dully; he really didn’t understand. He only knew the world inside physics books. Now, he finally understood the world beyond the books—a world that was interesting and colorful.

Jiang Youyou brought over a dry towel, and when she turned around, she saw Guan Sixing watching her with wet eyes, focusing intently on her.

“Youyou.”

“Hmm.”

He wasn’t good with words, but his eyes had learned how to speak.

Jiang Youyou dried his face, and under such a gaze, her heart felt like it was soaked in orange soda. After swelling up with bubbles, it expanded wildly, “Do you like me a lot?”

Guan Sixing nodded vigorously.

“When did you start liking me?”

When he was sixteen.

He said, “It was love at first sight.”

Jiang Youyou covered his head with the towel, her hands pulling at both ends, tugging with a bit of force. She pulled him down, stood on her tiptoes, reached Guan Sixing’s lips, and kissed him.

He was very awkward, not even knowing that he could hold a girl’s waist when kissing.

But he was adept at pleasing her, opening his mouth, carefully probing outwards, gently and slowly entwining, breathing her name as he did so.

“Youyou,” he asked with a flushed face, “am I doing it right?”

After she told him he wasn’t good last time, he had watched so many videos. He was the youngest physicist engineer at the research institute, always possessing the best learning abilities.

He grasped Jiang Youyou’s wrist, looking at her urgently, his ears burning red, desperate for feedback, “Am I doing okay?”

So sincere.

No one could reject such earnest and enthusiastic affection.

“You’re doing very well.” Jiang Youyou tossed the towel aside, “You’re very good.”

She hugged him, kissing him deeply.

Wet clothes, a burning body temperature, and entwined breaths all proclaimed the post-rain heat of the summer was boldly rampant.

At two in the afternoon, the rain still hadn’t stopped.

Because of the rain, the amusement park was closed.

A staff member left something in the security room and came back to retrieve it. Seeing that the gate was still open, she asked the security guard, “Why haven’t you closed the gate yet?”

“A gentleman booked the afternoon slot.”

“Booked in such heavy rain?” The staffer peeked inside, seeing no one but spotting a black umbrella on the ground, “How many people? What are they doing in there?”

The guard replied, “Just one gentleman, seems like he lost something.”

The rain stopped only in the late evening.

Wen Changling heard the sound of the door opening and immediately ran out of the tea room.

Xie Shang had returned from outside, completely drenched. Water dripped from his hair, a layer of mist covered his skin, making him appear even more pale and cold.

“Where have you been? Didn’t you use an umbrella? How come you’re all wet?”

Xie Shang didn’t answer yet.

Wen Changling hurriedly urged him, “Go take a bath and change your clothes quickly, don’t catch a cold.”

As she ran towards him, Xie Shang wanted to hold her, but he was soaking wet. He went to bathe, and when he came out, Wen Changling was already gone from his courtyard.

The day was fading, but it wasn’t dark yet.

Xie Shang entered the bedroom, didn’t turn on the light, found a matchbox in the drawer, took out a match, and as it scraped against the box, a flame sprang to life.

He opened the incense burner, holding the damp divination slip in his hand. The paper card, soaked in water, burned slowly, and he swapped several matches.

After lunch, he had asked Madam Zhai Wenjin. He got the lowest fortune and needed to burn it. He didn’t believe in it, yet he had really spent four hours searching in the amusement park.

“Xie Shang.”

The door was not closed, and Wen Changling entered carrying a bowl.

The light from the burner hadn’t gone out yet, and as Xie Shang looked up, the flickering shadows mingled with Wen Changling and ran into his eyes.

“Drink this.”

Xie Shang smelled a strong scent of ginger.

The bowl’s contents were dark, indicating she must have added a lot of brown sugar. Xie Shang took the bowl, had a sip. It was a bit hot and cloyingly sweet.

The moisture outside was heavy, the post-rain air carried the scent of grass, and the last glimmer of light reluctantly departed from the windowsill. In the burner, the divination slip that had caused Xie Shang’s long unease turned to ash.

“Changling.”

“Yes?”

It was too dark, Wen Changling couldn’t see Xie Shang’s face, so she moved closer to him.

“Will you fall in love with someone else in the future?” Xie Shang’s question was abrupt and sudden.

All he needed was not to break up, as long as Wen Changling didn’t love someone else.

The room was growing darker.

Suddenly, Wen Changling hugged Xie Shang tightly.

“I won’t.”

“Are you sure you won’t?”

“Absolutely not.” For the first time, Wen Changling was very solemn, “I have had the stars once; the starting point was too high.

There won’t be another, I won’t love someone else.”

Her words smoothed away all of Xie Shang’s anxieties.