Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The elevator reached the 11th floor, and Li Beijue, with his arm around her, stopped in front of the room door.
âHere.â
A magnetic card was pushed into Chi Enenâs hand.
âWhat is this?â
âAre you really that dumb or just pretending? How have you survived at the City Hospital until today without being devoured by someone?â
Li Beijue snatched the card from her hand and swiped it on the metal instrument at the room door.
âClick.â
The room door opened in response.
âThe security facilities at Zijing Garden are the best in Capital City. You have to swipe a card to enter the rooms here. The elevator is equipped with high-tech advanced facial recognition systems. Unless theyâre residents of this building, others canât enter, ensuring absolute safety. Thereâs also a supermarket one floor underground downstairs for groceries and daily necessities. The supermarket uses the door card for purchases, with a limit of one hundred thousand. After itâs used up, you need to recharge it at the property management office. Iâve never used the money on this card; you can use it as you see fit.â
It was Chi Enenâs first time hearing about using a room card to swipe for groceries and just taking them, she was taken aback. Then she quickly realized something was off.
He was giving her a diamond ring and now a room card, what exactly was he trying to do?
âLiâ¦â
The man beside her had already taken the lead and entered.
Chi Enen had no choice but to follow.
âLi Beijue, 1â¦â
âShh.â The man walking in front paused, âSee if you like it?â
Chi Enen followed his hand and saw that the entire suite was decorated in black and white minimalist style, very much in the Korean fashion. On the circular sofa, there were a dozen or so colorful doll cushions, clashing with the overall muted luxury of the house.
Chi Enen involuntarily clenched her fist, her fingernails digging into her flesh without her notice.
She stared unwaveringly at the doll cushions piled on the sofa, pursing her lips.
She used to like plush toys a lot, always buying them and tossing them on the sofa; she hadnât expected that Li Beijue would remember that.
âIâm asking if you like it?â
A slightly cold hand was yanked up forcibly, currents of tingling sensations passing through her fingertips. Chi Enen suddenly snapped back to reality and pulled her hand free. Her gaze intensely shaken.
âYoung Master Jue.â
She took a deep breath, mustering her courage to address the displeased man who did not appreciate her pulling away.
âLetâs talk.â
Li Beijue narrowed his pupils and glanced at Si Chen, who was snickering to himself as he surveyed the suiteâs decor, âGet out.â
Seeing that the atmosphere between the two was not right, Si Chen tactfully left, even âconsideratelyâ closing the room door behind them.
Li Beijue turned and sat on the sofa, radiating a powerful aura, and stretched out his hand, âCome here.â
Chi Enen hesitated.
âYou wanted to talk, right? Come, sit next to me, and letâs talk.â
ââ¦Okay.â
Chi Enen took a seat, but not next to himâshe sat across from him.
But the sofa was circular, so sitting next to him or across made little difference; it was more of a psychological comfort.
Li Beijue had expected her to sit closer but seemed not to notice this small detail, crossing his legs and reclining back with an arrogant and bossy air, âSpeak, what do you want to talk about?â
He hooked a strand of her long hair with his hand and began to play with it. It was as intimate as it was seductive, as ambiguous as it was romantic.
Chi Enen held back, emphasizing calmly and seriously, âLi Beijue, donât do this, I really want to have a serious talk with you.â
âTsk, sorry, but I feel the exact opposite. 1 donât want to talk about anything with you except whatâs on the bed. After all, whatever you have to say is just a few pretentious and artificial words..â