Snowy Night Kiss

Chapter 21 Maybe I am sincere sometimes?

Jian Yi finally got out of his arms with a red face. His low breath was charming and dangerous, and his ease with ambiguity and flirting was hard to resist.

Extreme tenderness is like a bottle of the sweetest poison, which can make people forget all the unpleasantness for a short time.

Mo Yucheng watched the whole process from the side.

It made his teeth ache.

He crossed his arms and hissed, "I mean, are you two dating here?"

Jin Yanchen raised his eyebrows: "Why not?"

Mo Yucheng was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and took a puff of cigarette.

Didn’t he just see the two of them together?

After living a vulgar and decadent life for so long, one day he was dazzled by this almost stupid and simple love.

He didn't believe that Jin Yanchen would do such an impulsive thing.

Any businessman who is able to judge the situation with ease will not make such a loss-making deal that will bankrupt him.

In particular, Jin Yanchen is a leader.

Mo Yucheng looked up at him. Under the bright light, Jin Yanchen's eyes were deep and difficult to understand. There was a faint smile on his lips, but it was as cold as the thick moonlight. His every move was restrained and measured, and he was naturally aloof and indifferent.

It seems like he is incapable of loving anyone.

So Mo Yucheng naturally said: "Yanchen, you won't fall in love with anyone, right?"

Later, the pair of indifferent eyes slightly raised, and Jin Yanchen casually touched the place that had just been kissed, his voice was playful, and seemed to be teasing.

"Maybe I am sincere sometimes?"

Jian Yi vomited all over the bathroom.

Those gentle, soothing embraces can only temporarily soothe the pain of the wound, but are far from enough to make the rotten flesh inside disappear.

Jian Yi closed her eyes tightly and took a deep breath, forcing herself to quickly withdraw from the hazy and ambiguous atmosphere, thinking about how to get out of this disgusting party as soon as possible.

The moment he opened the door, Jian Yi was speechless when he met Bai Fanghua's kind yet ignorant eyes.

She paused, pulled her aunt aside, and took a thin paper bag from her pocket.

"Aunt, I owe you two thousand dollars."

Bai Fanghua cried out, and quickly refused: "Why do you have to pay this money back? You are so promising, and your aunt is giving it to you as a reward. How can a child like you have so much money? Did you secretly save money again?"

As she spoke, Bai Fanghua took out another two hundred yuan from her wallet and stuffed it into her down jacket pocket. She avoided Jian Chengfeng and whispered in her ear, "Don't take your father's words to heart. He is very biased towards boys, but it was Xiaoyi who worked hard to get into a prestigious university. Later, your aunt will take you to buy two new sets of clothes."

Jian Yi's eyes reddened slightly.

It was at this time that Jian Chengfeng cast a glance over and said, "Don't spoil her too much, or she will become spoiled and have a bad temper."

Bai Fanghua sighed and didn't quite agree with what was said, but out of courtesy she didn't say much.

The dinner was still going on. Perhaps because he needed help, Jian Chengfeng's attitude was particularly warm. He smoked one cigarette after another, and the air was filled with a pungent smell. Jian Yi covered his mouth and coughed twice, hoping to leave quickly.

At this time, there was a gentle knock on the door.

Lin Qingruan poked her head out from the door.

Bai Fanghua stepped forward with a smile: "It's Qing Ruan."

Lin Qingruan smiled slightly: "Hello, auntie, long time no see, you are beautiful again."

"I just went out and saw someone who looked like Jian Yi. I didn't expect she was actually eating here."

Lin Qingruan spoke very tactfully, and she made people happy with just a few words. "Jian Yi and I haven't seen each other for a long time during the holidays. Can I borrow her from you?"

Bai Fanghua knew that the girl didn't like staying here, so she smiled and said "OK", then looked up at her and added softly, "Remember to go home for the New Year's Eve dinner."

The long corridor was silent for a moment, with only the sound of Lin Qingruan's nude high heels hitting the translucent tiles.

After a long while, Lin Qingruan spoke, "To be honest, ever since you followed Jin Yanchen, I've been quite afraid of meeting you in certain situations."

This topic was too abrupt and Jian Yi didn't know what to respond for a moment.

When it comes to Jin Yanchen, she has always been obsessed with insanity, unable to sort out love and desire, entanglement and sincerity, so she indulges herself and makes a fanatical gamble.

When they were about to reach the door, Jian Yi pressed Lin Qingruan's hand on the door handle. Her brows were gloomy, but her tone was gentle, "Qingruan, I only look at sincerity when making friends."

Lin Qingruan understood, smiled as if relieved, pushed open the door and took her hand and walked inside.

Only when you go in do you realize there is another world inside. The three private rooms are connected, and the view is wide and bright.

Familiar Hong Kong love songs were playing at the bar, and golden bottles of wine were stacked half a person high. The glass lights flashed past, and the room was filled with sweet laughter. I finally understood what "the flowers are so numerous that they dazzle the eyes" meant.

As soon as Jian Yi stepped in, she was pushed to a corner by the men and women dancing in the middle of the dance floor.

Lin Qingruan pulled her forward with all her might, shouting at the top of her voice. The sweet smell of perfume filled her nose, and people looked around. Someone pulled Lin Qingruan and asked, "Are you the new sister? Whose family is she?"

Lin Qingruan smiled and said, "Mr. Jin's people."

The woman suddenly stopped talking and looked Jian Yi up and down. She seemed a little unwilling, but still greeted him reluctantly, "Mr. Jin is over there, go find him."

There seems to be some unwritten rules in this circle. No matter how much contempt and disdain one feels in his heart, one has to pretend to be friendly and kind on the surface.

Jian Yi was not unaware of the malicious intent. She straightened her back and asked in Lin Qingruan's ear, "How come so many people seem to know Jin Yanchen?"

Hearing her words, Lin Qingruan sneered, "Jian Yi, how well do you know him?"

This question made Jian Yi stand there and think for a long time. She thought that she knew Jin Yanchen well. They had slept in the same bed for many days and they had an intimate relationship beyond that of ordinary people.

But she probably doesn't know Jin Yanchen.

He was like an isolated island standing silently in the midst of the surging waves, a place without any human beings.

She folded the drink menu carelessly in her palm and wrote a long list of contact information in lipstick on the blank space on the back.

This ambiguous exchange should have been a romantic encounter, but it was casually thrown aside by these wealthy students who were used to wandering around.

Amid the bustling crowd, Jian Yi stood here, silent like an outsider.

Amid the clinking of glasses and the dimming of lights, she anxiously asked about Jin Yanchen's whereabouts.

The drunk guest raised his hand and pointed. On the high platform with a bright mirror, in a drunken dream of the world, was Jin Yanchen sitting there.

With his weary eyes lowered, the vodka in the glass reflected his sharp features.

He threw the cards and pushed the weights in front of him casually. Amid the cheers and excitement, he was still sober and decadent.

Jian Yi stopped for a moment.

She recalled the words about Jin Yanchen in the foreign concessions of Beijing.

——Everyone loves Jin Yanchen, but Jin Yanchen doesn’t love anyone.

People join the noisy crowd in order to drown out their own silent cries.

The gentle appearance is the innate gentlemanly elegance, and under the nearly perfect disguise is a soul that has long died.

Jian Yi had seen Jin Yanchen late at night more than once. He was lazily leaning on the balcony smoking, with a cold look on his face, as if he would not let anyone get close to him.

No matter in the past or now, his gaze seemed to be covered by a layer of clear and cold rain mist, falling on her face gently and almost tolerantly.

But this gentleness is also a barrier, and no one can pry open his heart.

Jian Yi had never thought about having a relationship with Jin Yanchen. He was like a floating golden shadow on the moon. She could control her greed but could not stop being obsessed with him.

As a result, the desire became stronger and stronger, cheers accompanied by music sounded, and the drunken girl staggered around, trying to gain a bright future for herself.

Jian Yi raised her head and drank a glass of strong vodka. The lights seemed illusory, the distance between them stretched infinitely and then suddenly shrank, and she had delusions in her mind.

The smell of alcohol filled her chest, and the clumsy trick fell into his arms. Jian Yi raised her misty face and said this to him with a smile.

Jin Yanchen didn't notice her coming. He was stunned for a moment, then he hugged her soft waist.

Under the bright lights, his eyes were full of affection. He gently rubbed her cheek with his fingertips and whispered in her ear, "It's finally here."

Jian Yi felt Jin Yanchen's gaze at that moment, the snow melted away, and she saw herself in those clear and light eyes.

At that moment, she wanted to pray to the gods and Buddhas, hoping that this cold and snowy sacred mountain would stay for her a little longer.

Later, dreams and reality intertwined, Jian Yi fell into his arms in a daze, her arms clasped behind his neck, her breath sprayed on his chest. She probably didn't know how charming she looked like this, and she boldly whispered in his ear and asked -

"So Jin Yanchen, who do you love?"

(End of this chapter)