Chapter 129
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"Provoke You" preview with some detail changes in the latter half.
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The banquet lasted until ten o'clock. Cheng Suran met many of Jiang Yu's friends, some of whom had seen her on the current affairs news— sitting next to leaders as a talented interpreter, but they didn't know her name.
Throughout the whole scene, she was generous and handled it with ease.
She drank quite a lot tonight.
After persisting until the end, Cheng Suran couldn't hold herself any longer, and her steps became more and more shaky. As soon as she got into the car, she collapsed limply in Jiang Yu's arms.
"Elder sister."
"Here."
The lights in the car were dim, and Cheng Suran was blowing into Jiang Yu's ear, talking drunkenly: "You look really beautiful today..."
Jiang Yu was warmed by her words, reminded of the events of these days. She was starting to realize that she was becoming addicted to this sense of security. Sometimes, Cheng Suran's casual gestures, and her eyes, could easily make Jiang Yu's imagination run wild.
"You look beautiful too." She tilted her head and kissed Cheng Suran on the cheek.
Along the way, Cheng Suran hugged Jiang Yu and acted coquettishly. When they arrived home, she was still a little unsteady. Jiang Yu was afraid that she would fall, so she carefully helped her to the bathroom to take a shower.
"Sister, where are my pajamas?" Cheng Suran was lying on the edge of the bathtub, looking up at her with a pair of intoxicated eyes.
Jiang Yu didn't say anything, she just helped her stand up, stepped out of the bathtub, and wrapped her in a bath towel.
"Let's go back to the room."
"Mm."
Cheng Suran obediently let Jiang Yu lead her.
The bedroom was dimly lit and there was a faint smell of perfume in the air. Suddenly, Jiang Yu gently pressed Cheng Suran down onto her lap.
"Sister ah—"
Cheng Suran exclaimed.
She was a little drunk, and although she was still conscious, her movements were sluggish. She had no power to resist, so she had to surrender obediently.
"Sister, I was wrong..."
"Look at me." Jiang Yu chuckled, raised her eyebrows casually, and patted her shoulder lightly.
Cheng Suran shifted to face her, sitting face to face. Suddenly, it seemed like she understood something.
"Aren't you afraid of getting your dress dirty?" She leaned in close and whispered in a low voice into Jiang Yu's ear.
Jiang Yu froze.
She suddenly remembered the same situation in the office many years ago. She had taken a small blanket and placed it over her lap, saying she was afraid of dirtying her new designer dress. Back then, a canary was nowhere near as important to her as a dress.
She couldn't tell if it was truly less important or if she was just too stubborn to admit it.
Jiang Yu held the person in her arms tightly.
Cheng Suran grabbed her hand and grunted: "Jiang Coco, you are so lazy, hurry up!"
"!"
"I want to give it to my sister as a gift today."
….
The next day was Wen Ruoxian's birthday.
Last night was so crazy that Cheng Suran couldn't hold on any longer. She fell asleep with her head on the pillow, fatigued and intoxicated. She only woke up around noon, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a message from Wen Ruoxian.
[Ranran, I'm hosting a dinner for everyone in the company tonight at Zhonghao Hotel. Will you come?]
The message was sent at 5:30 in the morning.
In her memory, Ruoxian had never gotten up so early.
The second message was after nine o'clock: [You can bring your family, you and Jiang Yu can come together.]
The third message was ten minutes ago: [It's okay if you don’t have time.]
"!!!"
Cheng Suran got up quickly.
Today is Ruoxian's thirtieth birthday! There is only one day between her and Jiang Yu, how could she forget? She clearly remembered it a few days ago...
In the past, she would send blessings to Ruoxian at midnight, but not today. The time between these three messages seemed to tell her that from early morning to noon, someone was uneasy because she did not get a response from her.
She felt guilty and quickly typed a reply: [I'm coming!]
After thinking about it, she felt that the text was too plain, so she switched to a voice message: "Ruoxian, happy birthday. I was so tired yesterday that I forgot to send you a message. I just woke up..."
Wen Ruoxian replied instantly: [It's fine. Are you hungry? Go eat first.]
Followed by a cute emoticon.
Cheng Suran breathed a sigh of relief, put down her phone, stretched, and yawned. At this time, the bedroom door opened and Jiang Yu walked in: "Ranran—"
"Mm."
"Are you awake?" Jiang Yu sat on the bedside and stretched out her arms to hold her in her arms, "Lazy pig, it's time to get up for lunch. I'm going to feed you."
Cheng Suran punched her gently: "It's all your fault that I woke up so late."
"It can be even later tomorrow." Jiang Yu's eyes were meaningful.
Cheng Suran blushed and was embarrassed, so she ruffled Jiang Yu's hair. "Who says I'll be the one waking up late next time?!"
"Oh," Jiang Yu casually tossed her hair, "Is that so?"
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The evening birthday dinner was held in a private room, and Ruoxian had reserved an entire floor of the hotel.
In the past, she had disliked being too extravagant and preferred spending this day with family and friends. Later, when Cheng Suran was with her, she didn't even want to return home. Now, she was alone again and found herself not wanting to go back to that empty and desolate home. She didn't quite understand why she had started to fear loneliness.
Her heart felt empty like it was missing a piece.
She thought she missed someone too much.
But when she saw that person...
At the dinner table in the main private room, everyone was chatting away, and she and Ranran teased each other as before. Ranran didn't bring Jiang Yu, saying that the woman had something to do, but she saw traces of a lie in her eyes.
Wen Ruoxian didn't ask any more questions. She would not speculate on Cheng Suran maliciously.
It doesn't matter if Jiang Yu doesn't come, she feels more comfortable. Ranran must be thinking about her.
Wen Ruoxian thought so.
But tonight's dinner party was only superficially joyful. Their coworkers, unaware of the situation, celebrated Ruoxian's birthday with enthusiasm. Only Cheng Suran seemed a little restrained—once the window paper is pierced, there is no turning back. They are obviously close friends who have known each other for five years, and they were only apart for half a year
Everything felt bittersweet.
Around eight o'clock, the dinner ended, and everyone began to disperse.
Everyone said goodbye. Wen Ruoxian stayed for a while and received a call. Then she saw Cheng Suran coming out of the toilet, "Ranran, I'll take you back."
She stood up and went to meet her.
"No need, someone will pick me up." Cheng Suran smiled at her.
They were the only ones left in the private room, along with two waiters.
"Jiang Yu?"
"Mm…"
The air turned slightly condensed, but Wen Ruoxian still smiled and nodded pretending to be nonchalant: "Okay, let's go out together."
After that, she turned around.
Cheng Suran followed her pace.
When they arrived at the gate, a familiar car was parked not far away. Cheng Suran waved to Wen Ruoxian: "Ruoxian, I'm going back first." She walked towards the car, then suddenly turned back, "Go home too, drive safely."
"Okay."
Wen Ruoxian watched her get into the car.
A string of pale exhaust gas remained where the car passed, gradually dissipating, leaving only the cold light from the street lamp. The feeling of emptiness in her heart suddenly disappeared.
Is it time for her to let go completely?
After a long silence, Wen Ruoxian turned and walked to the parking lot, found her car, got in and sat for a while, then slowly drove out of the hotel gate.
Before she could speed up, her cell phone rang, and she pulled over again to answer the phone.
A few minutes later, she hung up the phone.
Wen Ruoxian put her phone back in her bag and glanced at the rearview mirror out of habit. There was a faint roar of an engine not far away. She raised the window to isolate the noise and restarted the car.
After driving less than two meters, a big guy suddenly came out from behind—
There was a sharp screech of brakes.
Bang!
Something had collided with her car. She saw her left side mirror twist, and then there was the sound of a heavy object hitting the ground.
"..."
Wen Ruoxian was startled, stepped on the brake pedal suddenly, shifted back to Park, pulled the handbrake, and hastily opened the door.
The edge of the rearview mirror was cracked.
A cool silver heavy motorcycle lay on the ground.
A young girl wearing a helmet squatted beside it, her brows furrowed. She extended her hand with a pained expression, attempting to lift the motorcycle. As soon as she noticed the car door open, she stood up and began to speak, "Hey, you—"
"How can you drive like that? Don't you even look around when you start? Are you severely…"
Before the word "ill" came out of her mouth, the girl saw the face of the person getting out of the car clearly and swallowed it hard.
Help.
What a beautiful sister!
"It was you who suddenly collided with me." Wen Ruoxian looked at her without any hesitation in every word.
The girl stood under the streetlight, with a slim figure, wearing a matte leather jacket, overalls, and glossy Martin boots. Her facial features under the helmet were deep and delicate, and there was a sense of unruly wildness in her expression.
She looks like an arrogant "bad girl" who doesn't study well and sneaks out to play.
Song Qingluo came back to her senses.
Just a moment ago, she was riding her beloved motorcycle, planning to turn right at the upcoming intersection. However, when she made the turn, this black car had just started, and she couldn't fully stop in time, resulting in the collision.
Fortunately, she reacted quickly and jumped down instantly.
This kind of person who drives without eyes must be a male driver!
But...
It appeared she had made an incorrect assumption.
"I obviously turned the corner normally, and I didn't bump into you intentionally." Song Qingluo snorted disdainfully, but her tone softened and her voice became much lower.
Wen Ruoxian said calmly: I said 'suddenly,' not 'intentionally.'
"Is there any difference?"
"The difference is that one is half the responsibility and the other bearing full responsibility."
"..."
Song Qingluo raised her brows slightly and stared at her for a moment. The corners of her mouth curled up unconsciously, "Who said I am responsible? How would I know there was a car at the corner? Besides, my motorcycle was so loud, and there were only a few people in front and behind me. In seconds, you will definitely hear me, and you should have avoided me." She narrowed her eyes and showed a calm expression.
Play rogue.
Wen Ruoxian didn't want to argue, pointed to the left rearview mirror, and said: "Compensation."
"Then shouldn't you compensate me for my motorcycle?" Song Qingluo lifted her chin, crossed her arms, and adopted an indignant attitude.
"Is your rearview mirror more expensive or is my motorcycle more expensive? Forget it, let's both step back. Neither of us should compensate the other. You can go home and pay for the repairs yourself, okay?"
Wen Ruoxian stared at her, looking up and down, her gentle eyes as light as water: "Is your body injured? Song Qingluo twisted her neck and limbs.
"No, I am agile."
Wen Ruoxian said nothing and turned around to go back to the car, but Song Qingluo called out to her: "Hey, what's your name?"
"You don't need to know."
"If you've crashed into someone's vehicle, isn't it necessary to know?"
"I've never heard of such a rule."
"Rules are made by people, and now you've heard of it," Song Qingluo shrugged.
Wen Ruoxian frowned.
"Could you help me lift the motorcycle?"
"..."
Song Qingluo raised her brows and smiled, squatted down, and looked up at her: "Come here and help me."
Wen Ruoxian hesitated for a moment, then bent down and stretched out her hand.
The two of them worked together to lift the heavy motorcycle up.
"Thank you, pretty sister." Song Qingluo swung one leg over the bike gracefully, adjusted her helmet, and flashed a peace sign toward Ruoxian.
A streak of silver shot past her.
The motorcycle gradually faded into the distance...
