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But Jian Yunong felt an immense sense of satisfaction within.
So many steps, which looked enough to make one's legs weak from the foot of the mountain, she stubbornly knelt and bowed all the way to the temple entrance.
The so-called journey to the West for scriptures was probably nothing like this; Jian Yunong had never endured such hardship before.
She opened the door to her room and found that her favorite slippers were not in their usual place at the entrance on the second floor.
Strange, they had been there when she left.
So tired.
Jian Yunong kicked off her shoes; all she wanted was to take a quick shower and then lie down on Rouran's big bed, sleeping until dawn.
She stumbled as something tripped her.
Rubbing her painfully thin legs, Jian Yunong gritted her teeth and got back up. A real woman doesn't look back at what tripped her.
Jian Yunong persisted in crawling up to the second floor on her slender legs.
Because of exhaustion and pain, each step she took was slow, making her footsteps almost inaudible.
Just as she reached the corner of the second floor, someone came out of a guest room on the first floor.
Chu Ai heard the sound of the door opening and made a special effort to dress up before coming out.
She wore only a white shirt, a men's style, with her legs exposed, looking quite alluring. The buttons at her chest were only fastened to the third one, and as she walked, subtle curves were faintly visible.
Chu Ai walked gracefully with every step, her hair slightly disheveled and her sleepy face adding to her allure.
As a student at the Film Academy, although she hadn't attended many professional classes, she seemed to have an innate understanding of these seductive poses, as if she was born to do it.
Chu Ai had already thought out the scenes and dialogues.
Jian Yunong must be an easy woman to fool.
The living room was quiet, with the setting sun casting golden dust dancing in the air.
Where is everyone...?
Chu Ai searched around the living room, even checking the kitchen, but found no one.
In a mysterious corner, a pair of shoes lay askew, deliberately placed by Chu Ai in a conspicuous spot for the mistress of the house to see.
At that moment, a pair of dirty white sneakers lay lazily tilted there, clashing with the luxurious decor of the home.
They must belong to Jian Yunong. But where is she?
The pacing of this story was off.
According to Chu Ai's plan, Jian Yunong should have walked in and immediately noticed the flashy high heels, followed by Chu Ai making a stunning entrance in a man's suit. Even without saying a word, she could create a misunderstanding for Jian Yunong.
When women encounter such situations, they generally have two reactions: either they cry and throw a tantrum or they turn and walk away.
However, these two people are newlyweds, so Jian Yunong should definitely be the first type of person!
How did she just mysteriously disappear?
Could it be that she turned around and left?
Chu Ai felt an indescribable disappointment. While she was standing there in a daze, a slightly hoarse male voice rang out.
"Who are you?"
Huo Jincheng looked at the strange woman who suddenly appeared in his home with an impatient expression. "How did you get into my house?!"
A flash of panic crossed Chu Ai's eyes. "Mr. Huo, don't you remember what happened last night?"
Huo Jincheng looked at her as if she were crazy. "Are you sick?"
He had slept in the master bedroom on the first floor last night, and when he woke up, the door to the room was locked. This woman actually said such ambiguous things, making it seem like he had done something to her last night.
In his dream last night, he was holding Jian Yunong. He closed the door to prevent his silly wife from getting scared away.
The dream was sweet, but upon waking up, he realized that Jian Yunong was not beside him at all.
Could it be that she didn't come back last night?
Huo Jincheng felt a different kind of irritation in his heart. When he saw Chu Ai walking over seductively, her white thighs exposed, Huo Jincheng felt a surge of anger rising within him.
"Get out!"
Huo Jincheng showed no mercy.
"I was the one who took you home last night. It seems like you misunderstood... I didn't explain myself clearly." Huo Jincheng looked so frightening in this state, his anger dark and heavy, completely different from his usual self.
Chu Ai looked pitiful, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Young Master Huo... I'm sorry..."
Apologizing first earned her Huo Jincheng's pity.
But the tactics Chu Ai used on ordinary men were ineffective against Huo Jincheng.
He looked at Chu Ai's disheveled appearance, frowning deeply. "You took me home last night? Dressed like this?"
Chu Ai froze, lowering her head, her voice dropping to a delicate whisper. "Of course not, last night you..."
Huo Jincheng interrupted her explanation directly. "You took me home last night, so why are you still staying at my house? And wearing my shirt? Did you get my permission? I don't want to upset my wife, so hurry up and leave."
Chu Ai raised her head, overwhelmed by Huo Jincheng's barrage of questions and left speechless.
"Then I'll go change back into my clothes. I'll wash your shirt and return it to you."
This would lead to another opportunity for contact; back and forth, there would always be a chance.
Huo Jincheng pulled out five hundred-dollar bills from his wallet. "This is your reward for taking me home. I don’t want the shirt back."
Chu Ai stood there stiffly, "Huo Shao, do you hate me?"
Huo Jincheng couldn't even be bothered to look at her, his temples still throbbing from a hangover.
Huo Jincheng lifted his foot to head upstairs, not turning back as he said, "Am I supposed to like you?"
This kind of woman is just trouble.
Clearly able to read people's expressions, yet she insists on putting on an act in front of him.
Huo Jincheng never claimed to be a Gentleman.
Gentleman is reserved for those who deserve respect and for those he likes.
The footsteps faded away.
Chu Ai stood in the luxurious living room, taking a deep breath.
She really didn't want to leave; she liked everything here.
The Italian leather sofa, the exquisite crystal chandelier hanging from the second floor to the first, the spacious and bright floor-to-ceiling windows, the New Zealand wool carpet—everywhere exuded the fragrance of Renminbi.
If she lingered any longer, she would have to leave.
Just as she changed her clothes and came out of her room, she bumped into a middle-aged woman who seemed to be a Part-time Worker.
Chu Ai didn't even glance at her and prepared to walk past.
The middle-aged woman couldn't help but speak up, "Who are you?"
How could she have the same tone as Huo Jincheng?
Chu Ai was ready to get angry, but then thought that this person was Huo Jincheng's housekeeper and probably came around often, so Chu Ai put on a smile instead.
"I'm a friend of Mr. Huo. He got drunk last night, and I brought him back, so I stayed here for the night. We just slept for one night, so don't think too much about it."
Sister Zhang looked at her with a strange expression. Just slept for one night, and she still asked her not to think too much?
"Young lady, you can mess around with medicine, but you can't mess around with words. Our young mistress is at home too." Sister Zhang was sent over to deliver some food to Jian Yunong, whom she quite liked.
Jian Yunong's dirty sneakers were still lying crooked on the floor.
Chu Ai, being lectured by someone who could be her mother, felt her face flush to the roots of her neck. "Fine, whatever you say is what it is."
Leaving behind a somewhat aggrieved remark, Chu Ai walked away.
Sister Zhang thought to herself that whatever she said was just the truth; facts are facts.
She was so good-looking, yet her brain didn't seem to work well; she couldn't understand human speech.
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