Chapter 82: Chapter 79: I’ll Wait for You at Night
Indeed, what does she want in the end?
Wen Xian’s gaze gradually cleared from its haziness, her lips panting slightly. When she spoke again, she looked away with a raspy voice, “I have a flight tomorrow night, back to Shanghai.”
Lu Xiao’s body suddenly stiffened.
Wen Xian: “You know the Green Hotel, right? Room 1425. Tonight is my last night in Qinghai.”
He stared at her again, his face revealing no emotions, but his whole demeanor seemed frozen in place.
Wen Xian felt a tingling on her scalp under his intense gaze, but she still whispered, “Lu Xiao, I’ll wait for you tonight.”
Having said that, regardless of what he was thinking at the moment, she gave him a glance, pushed his arms apart, and left him.
After her departure, Lu Xiao remained motionless, his one hand still pressed against the wall. He didn’t move for a long time until he slowly withdrew his hand and clenched it tightly.
As soon as they saw her emerge, Sang Nian and the others in the car were incredibly excited; after all, she was their Goddess, a superstar. Yet such an exceptional woman had been—let’s face it—claimed by their boss.
But there was no denying the visual harmony of the two together.
One, tough and ruggedly handsome; the other, alluringly beautiful.
Sang Nian wanted to call out to her, but before he could speak, Ga Zhuo quickly covered his mouth, eyeing Wen Xian’s solitary figure and hurriedly warned, “I advise you not to utter a word now, or you’ll be dead beyond recognition.”
He’s still too inexperienced, not understanding anything about the affairs between men and women, rash enough to give one a headache. Perhaps in a couple more years, the kid might develop some insight.
The pair had fought so fiercely, followed by a reconciliation, and then she left alone—clearly, there were still issues.
Sure enough, while Sang Nian watched the Goddess’s retreating figure with regret, their boss appeared.
“Quick, sit tight. If you don’t want to die, act as if you saw nothing just now and don’t ask any questions,” said Zha Xi, eyeing his boss’s wintery presence while he buckled his seatbelt from the passenger’s seat.
Lu Xiao returned, started the car directly after getting in, pulled the handbrake, and stepped on the accelerator—all in one smooth motion.
The car left the neighborhood swiftly. Sang Nian, sitting in the back, couldn’t see his boss’s expression but could only glimpse his firm and tense jawline and slightly pursed lips from the rearview mirror inside the car. The man was engulfed by a gloom, the air around him oppressively heavy.
“What exactly happened,” he wondered.
Wen Xian stood at the hotel room window, gazing out into the night over the town. In the distance, it seemed that lighthouse lights were twinkling. Under the ink-blue sky, stars sparkled, and the cold moonlight scattered over the distant, snow-covered Bayan Har Mountain.
She was wrapped in a white bathrobe with one arm across her chest, holding a glass of red wine, gently swirling it.
She had just taken a bath not long ago, her long hair cascading down, her loosely fitted bathrobe revealing an enticing figure. The slightly open neckline exposed her alluring silhouette, her beauty was breathtaking and restive.
Wen Xian took another sip of the red wine, then glanced at her watch.
Lu Xiao hadn’t shown up yet.
Her plan for tomorrow was to take a trip to Bayan Har Mountain. She estimated that she would be back around three or four in the afternoon; then, she would leave for the airport by car. By this time tomorrow, she should be almost back in Shanghai.
This was a journey that was destined to come full circle, a spontaneous and carefree trip in her life.
Yes, spontaneous and carefree.
Not only carefree in bed but also in her heart. That’s what she wanted, wasn’t it?
Wen Xian clenched the wine glass tightly.
The hotel corridor was tranquil.
At that moment, the elevator door opened.
[ps: Lu Xiao: After the fling, it’s time to hit the road, and now you know who the real dog is, don’t you?]