After Breaking Up With the Scheming Bad Woman 28

Chapter 28: Don’t Even Think About Leaving for the Rest of the Time.

As the first ray of morning sun pierced through the thin clouds and shone down, some tourists in Yuelan Wu had already woken up to breathe in the fresh air.

The morning scenery here was a beauty that the city couldn’t compare to. The mountains in the distance were faintly visible under the cover of thin mist, the morning light reflecting sparkling waves on the lake surface, and the air was filled with a refreshing coolness and a light floral fragrance.

Therefore, many tourists who had been to Yuelan Wu commented that this place could make people forget their troubles and fatigue.

Huai Xing deeply agreed with forgetting troubles, but forgetting fatigue…

Last night, Chu Wantang had clearly said that it would end after three and a half hours, but in the end, it was longer than that. As a result, as soon as she woke up, she felt her legs were weak and her back was sore, much more tired than after the hike around the lake yesterday.

And the culprit behind her was still holding her in her arms, her breathing even.

Huai Xing didn’t turn her head. She slowly reached out and took the phone she had placed by her pillow before going to sleep.

The company’s activity was scheduled to start at nine-thirty. It was now eight-thirty. She hadn’t slept for long.

She had been busy all night and hadn’t had time to look at her phone.

Looking at it now, Tu Zhaoyu and the others were once again complaining about not wanting to get up for work. Wen Shiwei said she had forgotten to ask when she would be back in the city, and if the time was right, they could have dinner together this weekend. And Ren Jiao had reported to her about the roll call, saying that she had gone to eat barbecue and had gotten away with it.

Huai Xing replied to them one by one.

But now, looking at her conversation with Wen Shiwei, she would think of the Chu Wantang who had confessed her “jealousy” last night.

At this moment, the soft arm around her tightened again, and a lazy, nasal female voice sounded, “What time is it?”

Huai Xing immediately locked her screen and answered, “Eight-thirty.”

“So early.”

Chu Wantang’s chin rested on Huai Xing’s back shoulder. She closed her eyes, her breath slightly heavy. “Continue sleeping.”

“…” Huai Xing tilted her head slightly, her voice very light. “I want to get up and go to the company activity, Jiejie.”

“How long have you slept?” Chu Wantang’s hand went under the covers and rubbed her waist. “And who was it last night who said her back was sore and her legs were sore and she couldn’t continue? Since you can go to the activity, can I take it that you can continue now?”

Hearing this, Huai Xing took a breath.

She quickly pulled away Chu Wantang’s hand, turned to the side, and left the woman’s sweet embrace.

Chu Wantang lifted her eyelids slightly and looked at her quietly.

The girl was loosely wearing her black slip, and the exposed chest, shoulders, collarbone, and thighs were once again covered with some of her own marks.

And her lower lip, which had been bitten by her, had a small purple mark on it.

At this moment, those beautiful lips that she could never kiss enough were parting slightly, uttering four words that sounded like a plea for mercy, “I can’t…”

After Huai Xing finished speaking, she was afraid that Chu Wantang would think she was very resistant, so she quickly added, “We’re still staying here until Sunday, Jiejie.”

The implication was: there’s plenty of time.

Chu Wantang flicked her hair. She couldn’t help but laugh. “What? You want to do it with me here until we go back on Sunday?” She cleared her throat, the teasing in her eyes particularly obvious. “I didn’t even think of that…”

Her answer was Huai Xing’s back as she rushed to the bathroom.

Her skirt fluttered, as if she were escaping.

Chu Wantang squinted her eyes and finally propped herself up. She looked at the marks on her own body.

She put on her slippers and went to the bathroom.

In front of the mirror, Huai Xing had a circle of white toothpaste foam around her lips, a stark contrast to her flushed cheeks.

Seeing her come in, she was surprised for a moment and asked indistinctly, “Aren’t you going to continue sleeping?”

Chu Wantang squeezed another tube of toothpaste and looked at their reflection in the mirror, a faint smile on her face. “What do I want to sleep with? Don’t you know?”

Huai Xing’s eyes flickered.

A few minutes later, the sink was cleaned up.

Huai Xing sat on it, her head lowered and her eyes closed, her palm lightly resting on Chu Wantang’s slender shoulder, feeling the other’s body temperature.

Chu Wantang’s arms were propped on the counter, her head tilted back, her long lashes lowered.

The different toothpaste flavors collided in their mouths, and their throats kept swallowing.

They couldn’t help but deepen the kiss, and deepen it again.

…

With ten minutes left until nine-thirty, Huai Xing got out of a silver car by the roadside.

The person in the driver’s seat said lazily that she was going back to the hotel to catch up on sleep, so she wouldn’t be joining them. Besides, if she, the director, wasn’t there, everyone might have more fun.

Huai Xing had no intention of persuading her to participate. She said goodbye and turned around.

If she didn’t go in now, she would be late.

Chu Wantang had one hand on the steering wheel. She looked at the direction Huai Xing was running in, her fingertips tapping the air idly.

After a while, when she could no longer see her, the car drove away.

“Lan Ling” was a womenswear company, and the activities they held were also related to clothing. This time, they were having a fashion design competition for departments other than the design department. The company would provide the same fabrics, colored paper, scissors, glue, and other things. Within the specified time, the groups would create clothes that fit the theme. In the end, someone from the group would be chosen to wear them and walk the runway.

Since it was a competition, there would be results. The people from the design department were the judges. They would select the best design award, the most creative award, and so on based on the actual situation. Not only that, but there were also corresponding prizes.

It was a fun competition, so all the groups had prizes.

The competition was held in the hotel’s square. There were steps to sit on, and in the empty space in the center, there were several tables and props.

When Huai Xing arrived, the groups were gathering.

There were a total of ten groups, with about 25 people in each group. Most of them were from departments that were close to each other, such as the three groups in the marketing department, each with eight or nine people, who could form a group.

With so many people, the venue was a bit crowded.

Ren Jiao had already saved a spot for Huai Xing. Seeing her appear, she jumped up and waved. “Huai Xing!”

Huai Xing smiled and walked over, standing in the line.

Ren Jiao saw the colored mark on her lower lip at a glance and couldn’t help but ask, “What happened to your mouth?”

“I hit it with my phone,” Huai Xing said with a helpless look. She had wanted to wear a mask before leaving the hotel, but then she thought that wearing a mask would attract more attention, so she could only casually make up a reason. “It hurts.”

“Have you ever been hit by a tablet?” Ren Jiao lifted her chin. “I have!”

As they chatted and laughed, someone from the design department cleared their throat and came forward to explain the rules. “Competition first! Friendship second! Everyone, get competitive!!!”

Before long, the competition began.

The time limit was one hour. None of them were fashion designers, so they were clumsy from the very beginning.

On the steps, the managers who were too lazy to go elsewhere were silently watching, chatting and joking.

Gu Rufeng and Fei Shutao were sitting together. They had found a rope from somewhere in the hotel and were playing cat’s cradle.

To see whose fingers were more flexible.

But as they played, someone’s face turned red.

Fei Shutao patted the back of Gu Rufeng’s hand and took down the rope. “I’m not playing anymore.”

Gu Rufeng: “Hehe.” She leaned closer, not hiding her ridicule. “You couldn’t beat me last night, and now you can’t even beat me at cat’s cradle.”

Fei Shutao opened her mouth, about to argue, when she saw Gu Rufeng sit up straight and call out to the side, “Director Chu.”

In a flash, Chu Wantang, dressed casually, was indeed walking towards them.

Fei Shutao also called out, “Director Chu, good morning.”

“Good morning.” Chu Wantang took a cushion and placed it on the steps before sitting down.

The weather was just right. She scanned the area, and her gaze quickly locked onto her target. Huai Xing, in a white blouse, was drawing on a piece of paper with her head down, her expression focused and serious.

The atmosphere in this area suddenly became quiet.

Chu Wantang watched for a while before turning to the two team leads. “By the way, Team Lead Gu and Team Lead Fei, she won’t be going back to the company with you this afternoon. I’m taking her to play around here for a bit. So if she asks you for leave, you don’t have to ask for the reason. Just approve it.” She smiled apologetically. “I’ve always taken her to Yuelan Wu alone every year in the past. This year can’t be an exception.”

She didn’t specify who “she” was, lest others hear.

Even though there was no one else around her.

Gu Rufeng nodded. “No problem, Director Chu.”

She couldn’t help but sigh at how close the sisters were. The formidable Director Chu at the company was actually like this in front of her little sister.

The sun didn’t shine on the steps, but a warmth seeped in.

Before long, Wan Yi’s call came through.

Chu Wantang glanced at the caller ID, moved to a quieter place to sit, where there were even fewer people.

She put on her headphones and slowly answered the phone. “What?”

“You’re so slow, Chu Wantang,” Wan Yi complained. “I don’t have much free time. This show in Los Angeles is so busy. What is it? Hurry up and say it.”

Chu Wantang stared at the people in the square and said nonchalantly, “Will it break someone?”

“Not if you don’t do the niche stuff.”

Wan Yi hummed and laughed. “What? Are you worried about dying?”

Chu Wantang propped herself up with one hand, thinking of the Huai Xing who had frequently begged her for mercy last night, saying she was going to break.

Her features relaxed, and she didn’t answer.

Wan Yi pondered, “Or is it you…” She “oh”-ed. “I told you an old house was on fire. You have a ‘Xing’ addiction.”

“I don’t have a sex addiction.”

“…” Wan Yi was overjoyed. “I was talking about Huai Xing’s ‘Xing.’ What were you thinking?”

Chu Wantang was too lazy to bother with her and hung up the phone directly.

So her WeChat received an endless stream of greetings from Wan Yi: [Wow! Our Director Chu discovered she has a xing addiction at 28!]

[Which xing is it? It’s so hard to guess!]

Director Chu’s face was terrifyingly grim, her temples throbbing. At this moment, she wanted to block the person.

She had an addiction to Huai Xing?

Impossible.

…

The clothing production in the square was in full swing, and it was almost time.

Huai Xing had runway “experience,” so the group didn’t even think about it and had her wear the clothes they had made.

She wasn’t coy either and put them on.

Ren Jiao looked at her outfit and almost couldn’t hold it in. “It’s a good thing your face can carry it. The so-called fashion is all about the face is really true. Otherwise, this would be a disaster.”

It was just… there was no pattern or color coordination to speak of, and the edges were very disharmonious. It looked cheaper than the cheapest clothes in the wholesale market.

Huai Xing’s eyes curved. “Such high praise, Jiaojiao.”

The bell rang, and the design department in charge of the competition signaled for everyone to make way.

It was time for their own group’s clothing display.

The scene was noisy, and everyone was laughing.

The models lined up. The clothes everyone was wearing were so ugly, and the ones on stage were coincidentally all the employees who had walked the runway on Women’s Day.

Huai Xing stood behind He He. She casually glanced at the steps.

She saw Chu Wantang sitting not far away.

Their eyes met across the crowd.

She was instantly frozen in place, only able to blink, and was afraid of being too obvious.

Just as she was about to look away, she saw Chu Wantang raise her phone.

The next second, her phone vibrated in her pocket.

Without thinking, she took it out and answered, whispering, “Jiejie.”

“Even such an ugly outfit looks good on you,” Chu Wantang chuckled lightly.

Huai Xing’s ears felt hot, probably from the sun.

The corners of her lips curled up, and she replied, “My colleague said the same thing just now.”

“After the competition, I’ll wait for you in the parking lot,” Chu Wantang said nonchalantly. “The food here is not good.”

“Okay.”

In front, someone had taken out a speaker and was playing rhythmic music.

It was similar to the scene on the day of the runway show.

The call was also about to end.

Huai Xing licked the colored mark on her lips. Her hair was warm from the sun, and she raised her hand to touch her head, asking with some reluctance, “Jiejie, is there anything else you want to say?”

“Before I came, I was thinking of doing it with you here until we go back on Sunday.” It was in response to the topic they had talked about in the hotel in the morning, but she said such a sensual thing in a very serious tone.

In an instant, Huai Xing’s breathing stopped.

Everything around her was blocked out, as if she couldn’t hear anything.

There were people all around, but no one would notice that the two of them were flirting on the phone.

He He happened to turn around to talk to Huai Xing.

Huai Xing stuttered, not knowing how to reply to the person on the other end, and hung up the phone.

She was a little out of it when He He was talking to her.

A moment later, she looked down and saw a message from Chu Wantang in her phone: [You’re just going to hang up on me like that? Xingxing.]

Jiejie: [Don’t even think about leaving for the rest of the time.]