Chapter Four, It Seems Like an Old Friend Has Come (Four)

Someone once told her that what girls need to do is to give a sweet smile when they meet someone they like, and that man will naturally sense your signal and take the initiative to pursue you. However, Jing Fuzhou is not one of those naive young men; he has so many women that he could support them all in a building, so there is no need for him to rush to pursue anyone. An Yuan thought to herself while applying makeup, her mind a tangled mess, lacking any clarity.

He licked the corner of his mouth, and it felt as if the evening breeze was brushing over the surface of the sea in his chest, yet he calmly smiled and nodded: "Alright"

"The people in dreams are all called by flowery names. I am very curious, what kind of flower is Anyuan? I have never heard of it." He squinted his eyes, like a wolf that has driven its prey into its own encirclement.

The cigarette tip was wet, as it had just been bitten by him. An Yuan, however, pretended not to see it and pinched it to put it in her mouth. The spicy taste made her frown, while at the same time, a subtle trace of his hormones spread on her tongue. She exhaled a smoke ring into his face, narrowing her eyes mischievously: "Boss Jing, the debt for the cigarettes is settled."

During this period, every time An Yuan goes to work, Jing Fuzhou would be watching from below the stage. She is unsure if it will be the same tonight; this man is somewhat elusive, and her attempts at feigned indifference seem to be ineffective, as he does not take the initiative at all

He suddenly had a strong desire to pull her into his embrace, to see just how difficult it was to let her go. Just as this thought took shape, she had already returned the cigarette to him, gracefully stepping back a pace: "Boss Jing, there is no typhoon tonight"

"Cigarette, my cigarette." An Yuan licked her dry lips, suppressing the unease in her heart: "You must return it to me."

With her head held high and a smile playing at the corners of her mouth, she called out to him in front of everyone: "Boss Jing, it seems you owe me something."

Jing Fuzhou raised the cigarette in his hand, indicating that it was of no concern. An Yuan turned his back and walked towards the backstage, hearing Jing Fuzhou's nonchalant voice: "Alright, darling, continue."

Her teasing stopped here, just like every time. Before the most sensitive spot was touched, she retracted her claws. Jing Fuzhou raised his wrist to check the time, and when he looked up again, his gaze towards her was half commanding: "Wait for me in the parking lot in a while"

An Yuan wished to close the window, isolating herself from the sounds outside. She needed to change her strategy, at least to find a time when she could be alone with Jing Fuzhou. That place was merely where he worked; what she aimed to invade was his private domain

Which school?" Jing Fuzhou asked knowingly.

Her words were quite unreasonable; it was evident that she deliberately wanted to strike up a conversation with him. Jing Fuzhou smiled, the smile starting from the corners of his mouth and gradually blooming in his eyes. His sharp features softened slightly as he bypassed the foreman and walked towards An Yuan, whose gaze was direct and calmly fixed on him

At that moment, Jing Fuzhou was unaware that his fate was about to push open a heavy door. His love and hatred would be influenced by a person who had originally had no connection to him, and this person had come with their own agenda from the very beginning. An Yuan sat quietly beside him as he leaned over to close the car door, a few strands of her hair brushed against the back of his hand, cool and smooth.

Ayang in front turned the steering wheel, and the car left the dream.

The brown curtain was pulled halfway down by her, revealing the upper body of a man. He wore a light gray shirt, buttons neatly fastened, and although there was a faint lipstick mark on the collar, he still appeared well-dressed. The curtain concealed the woman below, who was clearly startled; her head, which had been swaying back and forth beneath the man, suddenly came to a halt. Jing Fuzhou, holding a cigarette, raised an eyebrow upon seeing An Yuan and said, "It's you." The curtain concealed the woman below, who was clearly startled; her head, which had been swaying back and forth beneath the man, suddenly came to a halt. Jing Fuzhou, holding a cigarette, raised an eyebrow upon seeing An Yuan and said, "It's you."

She was like a rabbit, and after finishing her words, she turned and slipped into the building. Jing Fuzhou looked at the cigarette in his palm, where the tip had a faint ring of lipstick. He lowered his head and put the cigarette in his mouth, taking a deep puff, for the first time feeling that his lungs seemed to be sweet.

What? An Yuan looked up at him.

"It's nothing much, there might be a typhoon tonight, I'll take you back." Jing Fuzhou also smiled

The car door was opened from the inside, and he saw what she was wearing today. A white baseball jacket, a light blue skirt, her hair down, and she looked very fresh. His gaze returned to her face as he patted the seat beside him: "Come on up"

Jing Fuzhou glanced at the doorplate, Student Dormitory No. 3

Ah, is there something that Boss Jing cannot say here? An Yuan smiled, showing no intention of refusal

What made her feel even more troubled was that Jing Fuzhou did not come tonight. Did that mean her feigned indifference had gone too far, and he was no longer interested?

"... I apologize for the interruption," An Yuan took a step back, and a sudden sharp pain shot through her ankle. It seemed that her earlier pretense of twisting it had not been executed with the right amount of force, and now it truly hurt. She bent slightly to rub her ankle, but suddenly remembered that the outfit she was wearing today was not convenient, so she had no choice but to limp towards the backstage. "Boss Jing, please continue, I will not disturb you further"

In this day and age, the weather forecast is not particularly trustworthy; the promised typhoon did not arrive, and I find myself sitting in the dormitory watching the weather outside, gradually feeling a bit worried

Throughout the journey, their conversation was sparse. She was dressed like a student, and he felt an inexplicable strangeness with every word he uttered. Such a clean and innocent girl should not be sitting in the back seat of his car; she ought to be wearing heavy makeup and revealing dresses, which would make all his indulgences and lack of appreciation seem justified.

With her fists clenched, An Yuan took a deep breath. The pain in her ankle persisted as she sat at the table and took off her shoes. Soon after, Jing Fuzhou arrived backstage, but it was evident that he was not there for her. He stood there talking to the stage manager, and although An Yuan strained to listen, she could only catch the words "Drum Tower." She vaguely thought to herself that perhaps a new girl was about to be brought in.

"Let me see where your dormitory is," Jing Fuzhou said as he took out a cigarette and lit it with ease. In the quiet campus, only their soft footsteps could be heard, in a consistent rhythm, walking at a leisurely pace. After taking just two puffs from the cigarette, An Yuan pointed ahead at the white building: "We have arrived, it is this one."

She is actually very curious about what that legendary place is like. Every time she hears the Drum Tower, her first reaction is surprisingly the scene from the movie "The Flowers of War," where the women walk gracefully in qipaos. But she knows it is impossible; in their comfortable lives, women are not inclined to unite against a common enemy; they prefer to make things difficult for each other

This weekend, An Yuan still came to work at Dream Death. After Lan Xiao dropped out of school, she became a regular here, and when An Yuan saw her, she greeted her warmly. An Yuan did not understand why a young girl, with both parents alive and innocent, would want to ruin herself like this, but she could not say so, because in Lan Xiao's eyes, they were all ruining themselves to varying degrees, so there was no need for one to mock the other.

He shook his head, feeling that perhaps he was ill

Ayang feels that this woman is inconsiderate, and indeed very inconsiderate. However, it is evident that Jing Fuzhou does not share this view; he follows her as she gets out of the car, instructing Ayang to wait here. In the night, the silhouettes of the man and woman walk side by side into the campus, their shadows intimately entwined, elongated by the streetlights.

Today, she wore a silver form-fitting long dress, with a hollow design on the upper body and a mermaid-like silhouette on the lower half. She always manages to wear these provocative outfits with an air of restraint. An Yuan also understands that, so far, her only advantage lies in these aspects, which are likely the only things that initially piqued the interest of a libertine like Jing Fuzhou.

"I didn't bring it with me, is it alright if I pay you back later?" Jing Fuzhou lowered his head, his gaze unabashedly resting on the hollowed-out design of her dress. The neckline was adorned with delicate ruffles, revealing the beautiful curves of a young girl beneath. An Yuan stood with her back straight, and in response to his not-so-innocent gaze, she gently shook her head: "Not alright."

Not so great. An Yuan had a naive expression on her face, and she turned her head to avoid his hand: "I just want a cigarette."

Jing Fuzhou turned his face towards her, his gaze very indifferent. That indifference left An Yuan feeling uncertain, not knowing if at this moment she was being overly clever. She straightened her back and sat there, waiting for him to come over, but he did not move his feet, only inquiring with his eyes.

"Hmm, but perhaps there will be something tomorrow night." Jing Fuzhou looked at her with great interest

His smile faded, as if he wanted to discern some flaw on her face. An Yuan chuckled softly, her lips red and teeth white: "It's fine, just keep it as a debt for now"

Since he does not respond, it means he does not remember. With this realization in her heart, a hint of melancholy appeared on her face: "There is no need to see me off, I can go back by myself."

His eyes are very clear, without a trace of murkiness or discomfort

However, everything has only just begun, and she has no way out, nor can she take risks.

Before he could reach out, the girl who was so close suddenly leaned in and took the cigarette that he was holding in his mouth

An Yuan looked at him, and his gaze seemed to see through all his thoughts. However, she did not say it directly and answered his question: "Lingchuan Music Academy"

A song was being sung in a very calm manner, and there were basically no listeners in the audience, while a couple was already entangled with each other. An Yuan turned to leave the stage, and as she passed by the curtain that resembled a barrier, she saw something happening behind it. It was slightly wriggling. She originally had no intention of disturbing them, but when she looked down, she saw the shoes on the man's feet. With a sudden thought, An Yuan pretended to lose her balance in her high heels, exclaiming as she fell to the side, and in the process, she forcefully tugged at the curtain.

This sentence made An Yuan's eyes light up for a moment, and this subtle expression was too obvious to escape his notice. The man and woman in the night were testing each other, neither wanting to be the first to lose in this game that had unknowingly begun. An Yuan blinked, the night breeze tousling her hair a bit, and he really wanted to reach out and help her tidy it up

This statement is difficult to articulate, resembling a cat that reveals its claws to its master, showing its fangs yet daring not to pounce. Jing Fuzhou tilted his head, his gaze falling into her slender eyes, and the feelings within him compelled him to reach out and grasp her chin: "So what do you want?"

As she walked into the parking lot, she noticed that there was already someone sitting in the black Maserati, with the window partially open, allowing a glimpse of Jing Fuzhou's profile. An Yuan, holding an umbrella, bent down to look inside the car, and Ah Yang, who was in the driver's seat, let out a chuckle, prompting Jing Fuzhou to turn his head to look at her

He did not understand why he deliberately remembered her dormitory location, just as he did not know how he managed to remember her name. Among so many girls in the Drum Tower, he had slept with countless, yet he could not recall a single name. He felt that this could be considered an honor for An Yuan. Holding a cigarette, he stood facing her: "I am a bit curious"

She stood a few steps away from him, and after hearing those words, she seriously looked up at the sky and then turned to him: "I think so too"

Several gazes fell upon her, but Anyuan did not mind; she simply smiled at him and said, "Has Boss Jing forgotten?"

Moreover, there is only one such flower in the world, the Anyuan. Her slender eyes contained myriad charms: "However, it is poisonous and thorny, making it difficult to pick.

Just yesterday, Lan Xiao dropped out of school. This means that An Yuan no longer has a reason to wait in the parking lot at night. Her work schedule is on weekends, so seeing Jing Fuzhou once a week has little impact on him. Downstairs, a boy is shouting up to the building, "So-and-so, I like you." Girls are leaning out of different windows to see the commotion.

Before getting out of the car, An Yuan said thank you to him, opened the car door, and turned back with a smile: "Boss Jing, do you remember what my name is?"