CH 271

Wen Qingyou x Jiang Lingwei (4)

It was the middle of the night when everything ended.

It happened for a long, long time.

The passion faded, and both their sanity gradually warmed up. Although they were still embracing together, they still radiated some sort of strange distance.

This was probably the situation that every man and woman would face after a one-night stand.

They didn’t know each other, and it happened on the spur of the moment and impulse.

“Do you want some water? I can pour you a glass,” Wen Qingyou said.

“Okay.”

The man got out of bed, and casually put on a bathrobe.

Jiang Lingwei felt a momentary discomfort when she left the warm embrace.

She had no clue if that feeling was nostalgia, but she had never felt like this before.

She sat up and leaned on the bed to watch Wen Qingyou’s back.

He was very tall. He took a glass and bent down to pour water. His every action brimmed with elegant manners.

He was entirely a different person from the way he was in bed just now.

After he fetched her a glass of water, Jiang Linwei took a sip and quickly drank it all.

Wen Qingyou asked, “Are you very thirsty?”

Jiang Lingwei returned the empty glass to him and savored the meaning of his words. The tone of her response also brought about a bit of mischief, “Aren’t you the same?”

Wen Qingyou was startled. He lowered his eyes and smiled. “I didn’t mean that.”

“Whatever you meant.” Jiang Lingwei slowly picked up the clothes on the floor. “I don’t care about that.”

Jiang Lingwei put on her clothes one by one, but deliberately when clasping her bra, she said, “Can you help me?”

Before Wen Qingyou could say anything, her excuses were reasonably laid out.

“You just turned my hands numb.”

Wen Qingyou slightly paused. Without speaking, he walked directly to the bed and sat down on her side.

He slowly moved his hands to the shoulder straps, pinched the ends, and fastened them together.

His bent knuckles brushed against her skin intentionally or unintentionally, and the electric current rampaged irresponsibly through both of them.

The atmosphere went inexplicably quiet, allowing everything to rage.

Wen Qingyou let go and said, “All right.”

Jiang Lingwei glanced back at him with a smile at the tips of her eyes. “Do you often help others with that?”

Wen Qingyou did not answer the question. He only said, “It’s quite pretty.”

“What do you mean?” Jiang Lingwei turned around, facing him with her chest slightly raised. “Here, or my underwear?”

Wen Qingyou maintained his gentle smile and said nothing.

Of course Jiang Lingwei wouldn’t ask questions like an eighteen-year-old innocent girl. She started wearing a skirt while Wen Qingyou looked at her. “Aren’t you going to sleep a little longer?”

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll sleep with you forever?”

“…”

After zipping up her dress, Jiang Lingwei stood up.

Wen Qingyou also stood up with her.

As if ending a hurried and surging story, when saying goodbye, Jiang Lingwei unexpectedly had other thoughts for the first time.

She looked at him and suddenly proposed, “How about getting to know each other?”

After a moment of silence, Wen Qingyou approached her and kissed her gently on the forehead. A low voice also fell from above. “Take care.”

Jiang Lingwei then understood.

‘It’s just a game. No one should take it seriously.’

This kind of story had only a beginning but no ending.

So in the end, she smiled and said goodbye in style.

–

Back in her room, Jiang Lingwei took a shower to wash away the mushy smell.

After the shower, she wanted to sleep again, but sleep eluded her.

She took out her phone and realized that Zhou Ya had sent her a message at 11:00 pm.

[How are you doing? Are you serious?]

[Why aren’t you replying? Busy?]

[Crap, don’t tell me you’re with him? Are you crazy? It’s the first time you met!]

In Zhou Ya’s perception and understanding, although Jiang Lingwei never easily lost her heart to somebody, it was even more impossible for her to be overcome by sexual desires.

Jiang Lingwei calmly opened a bottle of wine and poured it in a glass, then walked to the balcony and sat down.

She sipped her wine and looked at the sea surface nearby.

Even though the sun had not yet risen, there was still a fine light scattered on it in the darkness.

The sea was rippling, like his dark eyes when he was making love with her.

‘Exactly.’

Jiang Lingwei was also thinking, ‘Am I crazy?’

She was struck with the thought of not wanting to end the game just now.

But she was rational.

His rejection also allowed her to pull herself back.

Jiang Lingwei downed the red wine in the glass in one gulp, and the astringency rushed down her throat, drowning all those strange thoughts in her heart.

She sent a message back to Zhou Ya.

[It’s just for fun. It’s over.]

Although the man lived just below hers…

She was doomed to never see him ever again.

–

The family had to play in Miami for three more days, so Jiang Lingwei could only check out of her room after three days.

At ten o’clock the next morning, she changed into new clothes and sat on the sofa in the hotel lobby, waiting for her parents and Fu Wenqing to come down when she inadvertently saw Wen Qingyou again.

He was walking with several foreign men. He stood in the middle, recognizably reserved at a glance.

He was carrying a suitcase in his hand, and it was obvious that he was leaving.

Jiang Lingwei followed his figure until he left.

He disappeared in the hotel lobby.

She smiled suddenly.

She didn’t know what she was expecting in that certain second just now.

‘Looking forward to his return?’

Jiang Lingwei shook her head mockingly.

‘What’s wrong with you? He’s just a passing tourist, how can you still be obsessed with him?’

Fu Wenqing, her son and daughter-in-law also came down soon. The three of them were happy, just like yesterday, full of expectations for today.

“Lingwei, where are you taking Grandma to play today?”

Jiang Lingwei regained her senses. She casually put on her sunglasses and said with a smile, “Let’s go shopping in the city center.”

Yes, everyone was already in the present.

Yesterday was the past.

From this moment on, yesterday was deleted from her calendar.