Chapter 25: Caught

Wen Lan Sheng was trembling with anger, every blood vessel in his body about to burst, his face looking extremely unpleasant.

So much so that the receptionist in front of him felt a bit scared, thinking to himself: This young man looks quite delicate, how come his temper is so bad? He was all smiles when he was on the phone just now, how did his face suddenly turn so ugly?

Indeed, men are emotional creatures with terrible tempers.

“Sir, do you still want to make a reservation?” Seeing that Wen Lan Sheng had been standing at the front desk for a long time without moving, the receptionist cautiously said, “If you don’t want to book a table, we’ll have to give it to other customers.”

“Book it.” Wen Lan Sheng gritted his teeth, almost spitting out the words through clenched teeth, his eyes filled with endless anger.

Rong Xiu hung up the phone, his hand caressing it as he tried to put the phone in her pocket, but since he couldn’t see now, he was like a blind man touching an elephant, groping around aimlessly on her body, not knowing where he was touching, only feeling that the place his hand touched was soft and burning hot.

“Don’t move.” Fan Xia’s voice was hoarse as she suddenly grabbed his hand.

Rong Xiu belatedly realized where he had just touched her, and a blush gradually spread across his cold face. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Fan Xia said in a hoarse voice, gently blowing on his eyes.

As the stinging in his eyes gradually eased, Rong Xiu opened his eyes and looked at Fan Xia. In his cold and clear eyes, it was as if sparks had been born, and the tips of his ears were still a bit red.

“Let’s go back quickly, don’t keep Lan Sheng waiting anxiously.” Fan Xia pretended as if nothing had happened, supporting herself to sit up.

“I knew it!” At the stairs, a dazzling beam of light shone on the two of them. A worker wearing work clothes and a safety helmet, holding a flashlight, said in a helpless tone, “You young people, aren’t hotels enough for you to play in? You have to come to the construction site for thrills!”

“It’s not—” Fan Xia was stunned for a second, realizing the intimate implication in the worker’s words, and shook her hands repeatedly.

“What do you mean it’s not?” The worker said, “I catch a few couples like you looking for thrills every week. Get up quickly.”

“It’s really not what you think, we came here to—” Just as Fan Xia was about to explain her identity, Rong Xiu suddenly hugged her waist, burying his face in her embrace.

“Don’t say it.” Rong Xiu wished he could burrow his entire body into Fan Xia’s embrace. It was too embarrassing. If the worker didn’t know his identity, it would be fine, but if he knew… Fan Xia instantly understood his meaning.

“See, your little boyfriend has admitted it, so stop quibbling,” the worker said.

“Alright, we’ll leave right away.” Fan Xia reached out to protect Rong Xiu’s face. After all, she was a woman, even if such a thing were to spread, people would only laugh at her for being flirtatious. But it was different for men; unfounded rumors could be fatal.

“Then hurry up, I’m about to get off work and I still need to eat,” the worker said, putting away his flashlight. He didn’t actually give them a hard time and went downstairs first.

Hearing the worker walk away, Fan Xia breathed a sigh of relief and returned the frameless glasses she had just taken off to him. “The person has already left, you don’t need to hide anymore.”

Rong Xiu was still nestled in her embrace, his long neck showing a soft and rotten crimson. He must have been extremely embarrassed.

“It’s too embarrassing.” His voice was muffled, and the moist heat spread through her thin summer clothes, spilling onto her chest.

Fan Xia’s breathing quickened slightly as she comforted him, “It’s okay, she didn’t see what you look like.”

“It’s fine if I’m single, but if Wen Lan Sheng finds out, will he break up with you?” Rong Xiu’s forehead rested on her chest, feeling the intoxicating softness, his tone somehow expectant.

“The worker doesn’t know me, Lan Sheng won’t find out.”

“……” Rong Xiu’s eyes were disappointed.

“Let’s get up quickly, or the worker will come back soon.” Fan Xia stood up and handed the frameless glasses to Rong Xiu.

“There’s sand all over these, wearing them won’t help me see clearly and it’s uncomfortable,” Rong Xiu didn’t take them. Without the adornment of the frameless glasses, his piercing sharpness was gone, and at this moment, he was just a reserved young master. Even his usually cold and lazy tone now sounded like water-soaked silk, with a hint of coquettish softness.

“But without your glasses, you won’t be able to see the road clearly,” Fan Xia said.

The abandoned building was quiet. Rong Xiu’s long, hooked eyes were filled with charm as he said, “You can support me, can’t you?”

He slowly stretched out his hand. In the dust-filled building, his hand was as white as a piece of lustrous jade, his long and elegant knuckles waiting for her to take the initiative.

Fan Xia hesitated slightly in her heart before grasping his wrist, which felt like holding a handful of warm snow.

Rong Xiu leaned slightly on her. Because he couldn’t see the steps clearly, his footsteps were very slow when going downstairs, and he even took the initiative to hold onto her arm with his other hand.

“Slow down, are you always this rough with Wen Lan Sheng?” Rong Xiu’s low, hoarse voice rubbed against her ear, like a feather gently brushing against her heart. Fan Xia’s arm tensed up. Even though she was wrapped in his cool body temperature, it felt like falling into a sea of fire, unbearably hot. “No, I’m not.”

Rong Xiu chuckled softly, his cold and sharp features softening a bit. “So you’re only like this with me?”

Fan Xia shook her head, afraid he would misunderstand: “Of course not.”

“I wish you were only like this with me.” Rong Xiu’s voice was strange as he recalled what the worker had said earlier… Although he disliked the dirty and messy environment of the construction site, if it was with Fan Xia, being a bit rough wouldn’t be unacceptable.

As they left the abandoned building and passed by the guard workers, Rong Xiu kept his head down while Fan Xia shielded him, not letting others see his face.

But the workers weren’t overly curious and didn’t look around, seemingly used to catching young couples from time to time.

As they passed by, a worker just said enviously: “It’s good to be young.”

Fan Xia held Rong Xiu close and walked faster. They got into the car together.

Rong Xiu pulled out a piece of paper and, with his head slightly lowered, wiped the lenses of his frameless glasses. “Let’s go back to the hotel. I need to take a shower. I’m covered in sand and dirt, it’s filthy.”

Fan Xia also patted the dust off her body: “Okay.”

Driving back to the hotel, they each returned to their own rooms. Because they had rolled around in the sand, a lot of sand had gotten into her hair, and it took a long time to wash it clean. She put on a bathrobe and slowly dried her wet hair with a dry towel. As she walked around the room, she keenly noticed a strange scent in the room.

The scent was very strong. Following it to its source, she found several scented candles that had burned down to the end, but the scent lingered in the closed room.

Fan Xia frowned and opened the window to disperse the overwhelmingly strong scent.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door. Fan Xia went to open it and found Rong Xiu, who had cleaned up and changed into new clothes, standing at the door holding a whimpering Yi Zhi Mei.

“What did you light in the room? The scent is so strong,” Rong Xiu said with furrowed brows.

Fan Xia stepped aside to let him in: “It must be Lan Sheng who lit some incense in the room.”

Rong Xiu saw the burned-out scented candles in the living room and said in a bland tone: “Does he think he’s cured meat? So many scented candles, isn’t he afraid of being smoked through?”

With his frameless glasses back on, the unsealed seal was resealed, and he returned to his sharp-tongued self.

Fan Xia curled her lips: “Lan Sheng doesn’t like small animals. He probably used scented candles to cover up the smell of the dog.”

Rong Xiu’s long eyes mocked slightly as he held up the frantically panting Yi Zhi Mei in front of her: “So does that mean Yi Zhi Mei will have to sneak around to see you in the future?”

“It doesn’t have to be that exaggerated. We can just play with Yi Zhi Mei outside in the future,” Fan Xia laughed as she took Yi Zhi Mei and held it in her arms.

It seemed Rong Xiu had also given it a bath. Its snow-white fur was fluffy and soft, and it smelled fragrant too, with a round belly.

Rong Xiu sat on the sofa, the tips of his clean and shiny leather shoes stepping on the carpet: “Yi Zhi Mei is really pitiful. It’s your dog, but it can’t even enter your home and can only be kept outside by you.”

The obedient little puppy didn’t know about its fate of being disliked at all, happily wagging its tail and licking Fan Xia’s fingers.

Fan Xia smiled: “It’s not that exaggerated.”

“How is it not?” Rong Xiu patted his hands, reaching out to Yi Zhi Mei.

Yi Zhi Mei jumped down from her arms, its soft paws stepping on the sofa before jumping into his arms.

He gently stroked its fur: “I’m its owner, but only in name. If Yi Zhi Mei misses you in the future, what will it do? Wen Lan Sheng won’t even let it in the door.”

“Then you can bring it to see me,” Fan Xia said.

Rong Xiu’s gaze followed closely: “If it misses you at night, are you willing to give up your intimate time with Wen Lan Sheng to accompany me… to accompany Yi Zhi Mei?”

“Of course,” Fan Xia affirmed.

“I knew it, Yi Zhi Mei is more important than him,” Rong Xiu mumbled, his voice so low that Fan Xia didn’t even hear what he said.

“Once I dry my hair, let’s go eat. Lan Sheng must be getting impatient,” Fan Xia picked up the hair dryer and started drying her hair.

“Let me help you dry it,” Rong Xiu said.

Fan Xia was flattered. The island trip had almost made her forget her and Rong Xiu’s status. How could a mere assistant let the boss dry her hair for her?

“No need, I can do it myself,” she quickly said.

“Let me do it. It will take you a long time to dry it yourself, and Lan Sheng will get angry again,” Rong Xiu pushed Yi Zhi Mei away and stood up.

Yi Zhi Mei whimpered and bit his clothes, reluctant to let him go. Rong Xiu turned back and gave it a look, and Yi Zhi Mei immediately sat obediently on the sofa, its chubby little tail hanging down quietly.

Fan Xia was still hesitating when Rong Xiu directly took the hair dryer from her hand and said gently, “Just consider it as repayment for you helping me down the stairs at the construction site.”

Only then did Fan Xia put down her hands and let him dry her hair for her.

Come to think of it, the reason they fell into the sand pile was because of her mistake, and the boss didn’t even blame her for it. How nice.

Thinking of the sand pile, Rong Xiu’s words “I’m dirty, I’m not clean anymore” echoed in her mind, making her chuckle again.

Fortunately, this time she was facing away from Rong Xiu, so he didn’t notice.