Yu Jing had disappeared for almost a week.
Ming Shu finally gave some reaction. She grabbed Peng Pai who came to the bar to get some free drinks. âWhere is your boss?â
âI donât know. I canât contact him.â
â... Arenât you worried?â
Peng Pai scratched his head. He didnât notice anything wrong. âErm... Boss would disappear sometimes so itâs normal.â
Ming Shu: â...â Normal your head!
âWhere does he live?â
Peng Pai replied, âMost of the time, he stays with us. Sometimes, heâll go out. He hasnât been back for a while.â
âWhere is his other home?â
Peng Pai shook his head. âI donât know.â
Ming Shu: â...â If I had a sidekick like you, I would have killed you. You donât even know where your boss is.
Peng Pai thought about something. âErtong might know, he sent something to the boss before. Let me ask him.â
However, Ertong said that he just sent the thing to a bus stop and Yu Jing went to pick it up himself. He didnât know where Yu Jing stayed.
Ming Shu: â...â
Ming Shu walked out of the bar and took out her cellphone. She opened her WeChat.
Heir of a billion-dollar nightclub: Where are you?
Yu Jing: Why are you looking for me?
Ming Shu could feel the malicious aura from the words alone.
She shivered but continued to tease him.
Heir of a billion dollar nightclub: Based on the contract, you need to have a performance at least once a week. If you break the agreement, you need to pay the fine. Do you have a lot of money?
Yu Jing: The contract said that the band will play once a week. Look for Peng Pai.
Heir of a billion dollar nightclub: ...
Heir of a billion dollar nightclub: Where are you? If you donât tell me, you can forget about coming to the bar again!
Yu Jing hesitantly shared his location with her.
Ming Shu came to an apartment based on the location. She needed the ownerâs invitation to go in, but Yu Jing didnât tell her his room number.
The security didnât allow Ming Shu to go in.
Ming Shu sent a message to Yu Jing. He didnât reply.
Impressive.
In the end... Ming Shu climbed over the wall.
Nothing could stop a villain boss!
The question now was...
Which block does he stay in?
Ming Shu was irritated. She suppressed her impatience and sent a message.
Heir of a billion dollar nightclub: Room number?
Yu Jing: 2-23-1
Block 2, 23rd floor, room number 1?n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Ming Shu realized that this district was designed in an interesting manner. Block 2 was right at the back. It was the furthest from the main gate. She walked in circles before finding the block.
After finding the room, she knocked on the door.
A few seconds later, someone opened it.
Yu Jing stood at the door. He wore a simple T-shirt and his hair was wet. He seemed to have just finished his bath. His face was still slightly red from the steam.
Water dripped down his hair and landed on his collarbone. It slid down his T-shirt.
âWhy are you here?â Yu Jing was unfriendly.
Ming Shu smiled. âIf you didnât want me to come, why did you tell me your house number?â
Yu Jing pretended to close the door. His expression told Ming Shu that he was giving her a second chance to organize her words.
Ming Shu blocked the door with her hand and said, âI came to see if you were dead. As the boss, I can help contact the crematory for you.â
âGet out!â
Ming Shu still managed to enter the house even though Yu Jing was furious.
They sat opposite each other on the sofa. âWhy did you come and look for me?â
âTo see if you were still alive.â
âAre you done?â Yu Jingâs mouth corners twitched. âAre you disappointed that Iâm not dead?â
âYes.â
Yu Jing: â...â F**k.
âSince youâve seen me, you can leave now... cough, cough...â Yu Jing suddenly started coughing.
Ming Shu raised her head. The redness on his face hadnât subsided.
Ming Shu got up and touched his forehead. Yu Jing froze.
âYou have a fever?â
Ming Shu felt his wet hair against the back of her hand. âWhere is the blowdryer?â
Yu Jing didnât have the energy to reply Ming Shu. All he could feel was her hand on his forehead.
Ming Shu looked down on him. Yu Jing suddenly cursed, âF**k.â
He grabbed Ming Shuâs hand and pulled her toward him. He hugged Ming Shu with his warm body. âI like you.â
He tried to keep calm and ignore this weird feeling.
However, when he saw her message, he couldnât control himself anymore.
The moment she touched him, his body turned warm.
He wanted her.
Yu Jingâs breath landed beside Ming Shuâs ear. It was hot. âQiao Qi, I like you.â
Ming Shu remained silent for a moment. âSo, where is the blowdryer?â
Yu Jing: â...â
Iâm confessing!
What reaction is this?
Why are you still asking about the blowdryer?!
One minute later...
Yu Jing obediently sat on the sofa as Ming Shu blew his hair with the dryer.
Her fingers passed through his soft hair. They touched his skin. Yu Jing swallowed.
There was a buzzing sound in his ear. Yu Jing grabbed Ming Shuâs fingers. The next moment, he released them in a flurry and crossed his arms in front of him.
Ming Shu was puzzled. What is he doing?
She blew his hair dry and returned the dryer to its original location. Yu Jing coughed again.
âDo you have medicine?â
Yu Jing might be experiencing the aftermath of confessing. He didnât know what he should say so he raised his hand and pointed at the dining table.
Ming Shu looked at the instructions on the medicine before pouring a cup of water and handing it to Yu Jing.
When Yu Jing took the medicine, he touched Ming Shuâs hand. The two of them stilled for a moment. Ming Shu moved away first.
âJust now... what is your reply?â Yu Jing didnât eat his medicine. He looked at Ming Shu.
âWhat reply?â Ming Shu smiled. âI donât like you. What reply can I give you?â
Yu Jingâs hand shook when he heard Ming Shuâs reply.
Yes, if she likes me, she would have admitted to kissing me.
He put the medicine in his mouth and gulped it down with water. One piece of medicine got stuck in his throat. The bitter taste seemed to spread to his heart.
âHowever, I donât have anyone that I like. Hence, I can be together with you.â
âCough, cough, cough...â Yu Jing choked on water. Just now, the medicine made his throat bitter but now, he could taste the bitterness on his tongue too.
However, he ignored it. He raised his head and looked at Ming Shu. âWhat did you say?â
Ming Shu shrugged. âI will not say it twice.â
She could be together with him... Did that mean that she accepted his proposal?
Although...
She said that she didnât like him, well, that was all right.
She would like him sooner or later.
The bitterness in his mouth turned sweet.
He put his cup down and stood up. He looked into Ming Shuâs eyes. âDid you kiss me that day?â
Ming Shu denied it naturally. âYou were drunk. You remembered it wrongly.â
Why is he still talking about this?
Yu Jing smiled. âSo I remember it wrong?â
He reached out suddenly and grabbed Ming Shuâs chin. He kissed her and then touched Ming Shuâs lips with his tongue. The soft feeling made him want to go further.