Chapter 1364 - 1361: What Do I Have to Worry About
Puffing on a cigar, inhaling and exhaling intermittently, he appeared quite languidly graceful. Upon hearing the words, Zhou Yanhong suddenly smiled gently, yet remained silent as silence is golden.
After a long while, her sharp phoenix eyes fixed on the slightly evil golden eyes of the person facing her. Zhou Yanhong’s eyes revealed a smile that was not entirely a smile, hinting at a more playful intent.
"If I’m not mistaken, if it were Zi Ruoxi sitting here, I’m afraid... it would be her that you’re trying to drug!" Zhou Yanhong’s smile was welcoming, yet her words were sharp and to the point. Looking at the handsome man opposite her, still maintaining a composed demeanor, she could not help but curl her crimson lips leisurely, "So... what do I have to worry about?"
Upon hearing her words, Murong Jun’s smile broadened. Unexpectedly, emotions he had long refused to acknowledge, or perhaps just a secret, gloomy affection hidden in his heart, were seen through by the woman in front of him.
Since those unbearable memories from his youth, he had closed off his heart... For so long, he lived a frivolous, playful life, engaging with countless women and men... None has ever reached his heart, until meeting that girl, the girl who always brought surprises whenever she appeared, only to find that meeting doesn’t mean being destined, and being destined doesn’t mean he has the chance to...
To some extent, he didn’t think he was any worse than Qiao Junlie. Yet sometimes life is laughable and ironic, as he directed the scene together with him, pushing her into Qiao Junlie’s arms. But he never expected his own heart to fall into it...
The air momentarily flowed slowly, the music changed to a sentimental tune, temporarily suppressing the prior fervent passion of the people. Murong Jun leaned on the sofa, flicked off his cigar, picked up a half-bottle of liquor he had previously drunk from the table. In the next instant, he tilted his head back and gulped it down.
Indeed, it was good liquor, rich and sweet upon entry. Combined with the mild, smiling tones, it relaxed one’s spirit without reason. Clearly drunken in its icy touch, yet nearly burning his fingertips.
No one spoke, nor did anyone make a sound, yet despite the still lively environment, a feeling of shared understanding lingered between the two.
Observing the other’s actions, Zhou Yanhong smiled gracefully, having already guessed his thoughts, hadn’t she?
"You like Zi Ruoxi, don’t you?" Clearly a question, yet it conveyed a strong certainty. Zhou Yanhong gazed at the handsome face opposite her, her eyes still keen and wise.
Murong Jun put down the bottle, leisurely scrutinizing her, smiling with composure.
"Miss Zhou, you are indeed smart. That Qiao Junlie actually keeps you by his side, truly not knowing whether it’s right... or wrong..." Murong Jun seemed to sigh, his mouth curved, revealing a somewhat malicious heart. Gloomily not forgetting to add, "Is it a blessing... or a curse?"
This was obviously veiled language, though not outspoken, its warning was clear. If her actions turned disadvantageous for herself, then she shouldn’t blame him for being Wuqing. Considering his ties with Qiao Junlie, her days wouldn’t be easy. Depending on Qiao Junlie’s temper, he might do something drastic, completely unpredictable...
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Yanhong only faintly smiled, not showing much discomfort.
"Whether blessing or curse, right or wrong, what does it matter, as long as it’s true to oneself, don’t you think so, Mr. Murong?" Zhou Yanhong spoke candidly, with one arm around her chest, frequently jovially grinning.
The sound was infinitely gentle, decrypting falling petals. It seemed to hit someone’s sweet spot.
Murong Jun pondered for a while, thoughtfully gazing at the woman opposite.
"Are you doing this for... Qiao Junlie?" Murong Jun guessed, with intelligent eyes flickering. His fingers combed his long hair, lifting a gust of elegance while revealing a large concealed earring in his hair, shining brightly with silver luster, showcasing the owner’s allure.
After a while, Zhou Yanhong met his penetrating golden gaze.
"I am doing it for myself." The word-by-word deliberation slowly poured out. Not arrogant but firm. Her smile collected at this point, expressing with amiable wind, "Zi Ruoxi is not suitable for him." Then her voice turned sly and mischievous, "If Zi Ruoxi could leave Qiao Junlie, I believe... someone would definitely make her happier. Mr. Murong, do you think so?"
"Uh... haha... haha!" Murong Jun chuckled dryly, undecided. Deep down, her suggestion was of real intrigue to him.
After a pause, Murong Jun seemed to release something, his heart suddenly brightened, and he smiled brilliantly beneath his starry brows, captivating enough to make one unable to look away.
If not for falling in love with Qiao Junlie, perhaps she too would have been captivated by this man. Zhou Yanhong couldn’t help but think. However, at this moment, she couldn’t consider much more. For Qiao Junlie, for their future, she had come for the right reasons.
"Miss Zhou, you are indeed a clever woman! Come, I toast to you." Murong Jun cunningly complimented, then picked up the bottle, raising it to her. Zhou Yanhong also raised a wine glass, gently lifting her hand, "Cheers!" A word popped out of her mouth, and the two connected without actual clinking, yet with "perfect synchrony" and "heartfelt understanding." Each drank.
After a while.
"Then what does Miss Zhou need from me?" Murong Jun forthrightly clarified.
"Nothing." Zhou Yanhong’s lips tugged, sketching a perfect smile.
Immediately, the other party also smiled, even more mysteriously radiant.
"Then... what do you want to know?" Murong Jun’s eyes twinkled, smartly posed another question, his golden pupils reflected the other’s image, lively and vivid.
At this time, the light of admiration appeared on Zhou Yanhong’s face. He was indeed clever. No wonder he was so close to Qiao Junlie.
After a pause, Zhou Yanhong contemplated for a moment.
"I want to know about Zi Ruoxi. Based on my intuition and understanding of Zi Ruoxi, she would not easily accept Qiao Junlie..." Zhou Yanhong stated calmly, pondering for a while, then cautiously continued, suspiciously observing the other’s expression. She truly couldn’t predict what Qiao Junlie might do, therefore, the person in front might know some secrets... or maybe not. Zhou Yanhong boldly asked, "Why did she suddenly move back to the university dormitory? Is there some unspeakable secret involved? Or perhaps..." Pausing for a moment, she then added, "call it a conspiracy!"
The other party still smiled brightly, with no visible change on his face, yet the shady and mischievous scheme unfurled from that brilliant smile.