A night of wild indulgence.
When she woke in the morning, Cheng Yan’s eyes were a bit vacant, a feeling of both exhaustion and pleasure washing over her.
She took a deep breath. The space beside her was already empty. Touching it, even the residual warmth was gone.
Sitting up in bed, the blanket slid down, revealing faint marks on her smooth skin.
Cheng Yan fished for her clothes and put them on. Just as she got out of bed, she saw Jun Jianqing, impeccably dressed, come out of the washroom.
She faltered, lowering her eyes as if she couldn’t bear to face her.
Jun Jianqing looked at her with a cold face, watching this post-coital evasiveness. Gazing at her own hands, rubbed red, her mood was sour.
The two were silent for a moment. Cheng Yan’s heart fluttered nervously. Just as she was about to speak, saying she had to go back to school today, she suddenly heard Jun Jianqing’s icy voice: “Is that all you’ve got?”
“?”
Cheng Yan looked up, confusion in her eyes.
There was even a hint of grievance. Why bite her head off first thing in the morning? Hadn’t she done a good job last night?
Why was this woman so difficult to please!
Seeing her innocent, aggrieved look, Jun Jianqing forcibly suppressed a cold sneer. “Your technique is terrible. Practice more in the future.”
“…”
Cheng Yan almost failed to control her expression, her face nearly darkening.
Her technique was terrible?
President Jun, your kissing technique is terrible too!
Cheng Yan felt deeply disgruntled. Anyone whose one-night stand partner said that the next morning would be in a bad mood.
Besides, President Jun had been very into it last night!
Based on the facts, did she not get off?! And now, the morning after, she was denying it all.
The stunned expression on her face lasted for a good long while before she forced herself to speak: “…I will work hard in the future, President Jun.”
Aaahhhh, I’m going to study hard and then fck you to death, Jun Jianqing!
Jun Jianqing glanced at her and left. Cheng Yan felt that glance carried distrust.
Feeling somewhat stifled, most of her good mood from waking up was ruined. While brushing her teeth in the washroom, Cheng Yan was still pulling a long face, doubting herself.
Then, she suddenly caught a whiff of a medicinal smell. Cheng Yan sniffed carefully with her nose again. She definitely hadn’t been mistaken.
This was Jun Jianqing’s bedroom. Besides the two of them, no one else was here. Could Jun Jianqing be injured?
Her suspicious gaze darted around. Suddenly, Cheng Yan spotted a bright yellow ointment tube on the shelf holding toiletries.
She reached out, picked it up, and put it under her nose to sniff. The medicinal smell was even stronger—it was definitely the scent she’d smelled earlier. The state of the cap looked like it had just been closed.
The packaging was all in French. Cheng Yan couldn’t read it, but curiosity got the better of her. She took a picture with her phone to translate it.
—Vaginal swelling relief ointment.
Cheng Yan stared at the translated name of the ointment, and the precautions listed afterwards, and instantly froze in place.
Could her technique really be so bad? Bad enough to cause swelling down there?
She doubtfully tried hard to recall last night, only to realize she had never gotten a proper look. So, she had absolutely no idea what the situation down there had been like.
She only remembered it was very soft, very wet.
Sin. Such a sin.
With a solemn face, Cheng Yan put the ointment back exactly where it had been, quickly washed her face, and got out.
In the dining room, Jun Jianqing was already seated at the head of the table, enjoying breakfast.
Approaching the dining table, Cheng Yan slowed her pace. After a moment’s thought, she carefully sat down next to Jun Jianqing. A place setting for her breakfast seemed to have already been laid out there.
Seeing her holding her chopsticks without moving for a long while, Jun Jianqing looked up and asked, “Not to your taste?”
Cheng Yan quickly shook her head. “No, no.”
After she spoke, once the nearby servants had moved away, Cheng Yan raised her face and said softly, with sincere earnestness, “President Jun, next time you apply medicine… I could help.”
As soon as she finished speaking, her own face and ears turned completely red.
Jun Jianqing’s face stiffened. Hearing Cheng Yan’s pointed words, she nearly lost her composure.
Her gaze darted past Cheng Yan’s flushed face like needles. Unlike the pallor and pain of last night, it was exceptionally vivid. Jun Jianqing actually calmed down instead.
“You think there’ll be a next time?”
“…”
Cheng Yan was slightly choked up. Indeed, it seemed there shouldn’t be a next time, or it would just prove how incompetent she was.
It was decided: she would study up when she got back!
She shut her mouth and didn’t say another word, focusing solely on eating.
After breakfast, Jun Jianqing still hadn’t left for the company. Cheng Yan glanced at her twice and hesitated. “President Jun, can I leave now?”
Jun Jianqing glanced at her. “Naturally.”
Cheng Yan went upstairs to find her bag. When she was leaving, the driver was going to take her to school, but she refused, taking a taxi by herself just like before.
Learning that Cheng Yan hadn’t used the driver she arranged, Jun Jianqing said nothing. But upon receiving Cheng Yan’s message, a surge of fury rose from her heart again.
She truly always had a knack for igniting her anger.
Cheng Yan: 【President Jun, don’t forget about the matter with Xinghua Food.】
Jun Jianqing: 【Naturally.】
Closing her phone, Cheng Yan imagined that Jun Jianqing’s expression probably hadn’t looked too pleasant upon receiving this message.
But there was no helping it.
The two of them weren’t partners. She was merely the kept mistress Jun Jianqing had acquired through a gentler version of forceful possession.
The content of the transaction still needed attention.
Similarly, President Jun’s needs—she would also study hard and improve her skills for those.
After changing clothes and entering the lab, Cheng Yan focused her mind and worked intently.
—
The entire day, apart from coming out for a brief lunch break, Cheng Yan soaked in the lab all day long. By the time she came out, the sky had already darkened slightly.
Tonight, she didn’t plan on going to Jun Jianqing’s villa.
Opening her phone, she saw only Zhu Jingran had messaged her, asking her out for barbecue.
Cheng Yan: 【Just got free. Should I head over now?】
Zhu Jingran: 【I’ll come pick you up. Wait for me a bit.】
Cheng Yan: 【Okay.】
She made a quick trip back to her dorm and only went downstairs when Zhu Jingran told her she was almost there.
The two went to their usual barbecue stall. Zhu Jingran ordered a case of beer. Looking at her obviously low mood, Cheng Yan first ate a little something to line her stomach, then asked, “What’s wrong now?”
Zhu Jingran popped a peanut into her mouth and said expressionlessly, “Sis, I’m about to be in a relationship.”
Cheng Yan was surprised. “With who? Haven’t you always liked Qi Lu?”
According to Zhu Jingran, Qi Lu was her neighbor, an older sister figure to her, about eight or nine years older. Gentle, kind, intellectual, and elegant—Zhu Jingran had liked her since the first stirrings of adolescent love.
Unfortunately, after Qi Lu went to university, her family moved away. She could no longer see Qi Lu often.
Even with WeChat contact, in Qi Lu’s eyes, she was nothing more than the younger girl she used to help tutor.
Later, when Qi Lu dated and then broke up, Cheng Yan remembered Zhu Jingran going a bit crazy during that time.
She’d only met Qi Lu once. Zhu Jingran wasn’t around then. Cheng Yan had just finished an 800-meter run and was buying water outside the school, waiting for Zhu Jingran, when Qi Lu asked for her WeChat.
After learning she was still underage, the woman had put her phone away.
Zhu Jingran: “It is with Qi Lu.”
Hearing her tone didn’t sound like someone whose wish had come true, Cheng Yan asked, “Then why aren’t you happy?”
Zhu Jingran turned to look at her, the corners of her mouth downturned, and said unhappily, “We slept together. She’s only with me out of a sense of responsibility, not because she wants to.”
Cheng Yan: “…”
An absurd thought crossed her mind, and she asked, “Is your… technique really good?”
Zhu Jingran glared at her, radiating righteous dignity. “Do you think she’s that kind of person?”
But she cracked the next second and said miserably, “She is that kind of person. She definitely thinks I’m a good lay and wants to take responsibility, so she’s with me.”
Otherwise, why had so many confessions after she came of age never succeeded?
“So you were the one who got slept with,” Cheng Yan said, a hint of regret in her voice after hearing this.
Zhu Jingran slammed the table. “Cheng Yan, what exactly are you feeling regret over?! I really want to hit you!”
Cheng Yan nodded. “Alright, alright. Go on. I won’t interrupt.”
Zhu Jingran downed a gulp of beer. “Forget it. Anyway, I don’t care. I’m going to seize this chance and be with her.”
Cheng Yan said, “Your own happiness is most important.”
“It’s not that happy, though,” Zhu Jingran said, and drank another mouthful of beer. Then, she glared fiercely at Cheng Yan. “So you just focused on being happy and gave all the demolition money to Chen Shuhua?”
Cheng Yan was a bit surprised that Chen Shuhua had told Zhu Jingran about this.
“Your bank card is with me.” Zhu Jingran took it out of her bag and handed it to Cheng Yan, snorting coldly. “If Chen Shuhua hadn’t come to find me at noon today to return the card to you, I wouldn’t have known you were so self-sacrificing, doing something so deeply moving for the motherland.”
“I really don’t know whether to praise you as a great philanthropist or a brainless fool.”
Giving almost all her savings to someone she’d known for less than a year—Cheng Yan was truly generous.
“She also said the money in the card hasn’t been touched. She doesn’t know why the Jun Group was willing to inject capital, so she told you not to worry, that she’s fine.”
Watching the bank card she’d just given away yesterday make a full circle back before her, Cheng Yan reached out and took it with a sigh. Facing the bristling Zhu Jingran, she said, “You know I don’t care about these things.”
Zhu Jingran gritted her teeth. “You don’t care? Like hell you don’t care! This is six million, not sixty thousand! Is there something wrong with you? Even if Chen Shuhua’s family is going bankrupt, I refuse to believe that after being rich for so many years, they don’t have six million in real estate. If it really came down to it, she could sell! If you truly see money as dirt, then just give it all to me!”
Better than letting such a huge idiot squander it away!
Ever since learning Cheng Yan had given her bank card to Chen Shuhua, Zhu Jingran had been seething. Her words toward Chen Shuhua were also merciless.
Cheng Yan raised an eyebrow and said sincerely, “If you need money, of course you can use it.”
“…” Zhu Jingran took a deep breath. “Fine. I bow to you. I don’t lack money. You keep it yourself. But be careful you don’t end up a wandering philanthropist, broke and sleeping on the streets!”
“That probably won’t happen,” Cheng Yan said, putting the bank card away. “At least not for the next three years.”
She had President Jun to support her.
Zhu Jingran took it as more of her nonsense talk and snorted coldly. “I hope something like this never happens again in the future.”
Cheng Yan said sincerely, “I’ll try my best.”
“…” Zhu Jingran put a hand to her forehead. “Cheng Yan, why don’t you just go get in a relationship? At least have some emotional attachment. Don’t act like you’ve got no desires or wants at all, day in and day out.”
Honestly, it was a little frightening sometimes.
She had her guesses about how her best friend’s personality had become this way, but since Cheng Yan never brought it up, neither did she.
Cheng Yan looked innocent. “How am I without desires or wants? I really like what I’m doing right now. I’ve already planned out my future career development direction. My ambitions are pretty big, actually.”
As for emotions?
She had considered it before, which was why she chose to let her favorable feelings run their course and get in touch with Chen Shuhua. But she regretfully found she couldn’t truly fall in love with her? Because being with her didn’t bring the feeling she was searching for.
As for how to precisely define that feeling…
Deep down, Cheng Yan subconsciously resisted figuring it out clearly.
She felt the current situation was just right. Being “kept” by Jun Jianqing—she achieved the result she wanted. Very happy. She’d also explored a new territory, one she’d never experienced before. Also very happy.
In life, happiness was what mattered.
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