Chapter 24: The Third Encounter (II)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Carried like a bride over the threshold, Wushuang instinctively clasped her arms around his neck. She only realized this moments later and intended to loosen her hold but was scared that she would fall. She could only blush, lowered her head, and softly said, “Thank you.”

The man seemingly chuckled as she could feel the vibrations on his abs.

She had never been carried like this before, let alone by a man with such a strong presence. She felt very awkward—dared not even breathe—in fear of breathing warm air right at the man’s face.

The warm yellow street lights cast a long stretched silhouette of the intimate couple on the rain-drenched road, as beautiful as a painting. Qidong stood, stunned.

“Qidong?”

Hearing Mu Jinchen’s voice, he snapped back to his senses and hurried over to open the door of the rear seat.

Mu Jinchen bent over and carefully set Jing Wushuang down. There was barely any space between the two.

The woman had a sweet smell. It was not perfume, more like a natural scent that had a pleasant smell.

Wusahung dared not look directly at the handsome face that was only a few inches from her. She did not know whether it was the temperature inside the car was high or was it a result of the alcohol. Even her ears were red. She kept her head lowered awkwardly.

Within just twelve hours, she had encountered him on three separate occasions.

The first was when she mistakenly entered the men’s restroom, then happened upon a gender-incompatible match-making session.

The second was the unfortunate adulterer-catching incident, coupled with the unexpected meeting of her ex-lover.

The third, falling in the middle of the night and almost getting run over by his car.

Each encounter was more embarrassing than the last. Wushuang could not describe her state of mind at this moment. This had to be the most embarrassing day of her life.

“Miss Jing, why were you alone on the road in the middle of the night?” Mu Jinchen’s magnetic voice echoed within the small car interior that, like him, exuded a certain character. 

Qidong was, once again, stunned. The young master was never the first to strike up a conversation with a woman. This was unprecedented.

Wushuang recovered from her thoughts, lifted her head, and stared at him with her wide-open dark eyes.

She was no longer an eighteen or a twenty-year-old girl. She had outgrown the days where she would be nervous in the presence of a handsome man. With Mu Jinchen, however, she was involuntarily nervous; butterflies fluttered in her stomach.

“Ranran and I went drinking. I’d thought I’d try to walk off the alcohol a little.”

Mu Jinchen raised an eyebrow to express his disapproval. “It’s late and dangerous, especially for a girl.”

Wushuang lowered her head like a child being scolded by her parents. “I won’t next time—”

She did not have the chance to finish when Qidong slammed on the breaks again.

Mu Jinchen braced himself against the seat in front of him with one hand and held on to her shoulders with the other, and it kept her from colliding with the seat in front of her. Unfortunately, she had transferred some weight onto her leg in the process, and it caused her intense pain enough for her to break out in cold sweat.

She bit on her lip to refrain from crying out.

Qidong looked back at Mu Jinchen anxiously through the rear-view mirror. “I’m terribly sorry, a cat suddenly came out of nowhere. Young Master, I suggest you fasten your seatbelts.”

One incident after another. Qidong felt that this was an extremely unlucky Sunday; the kind that occurred once in a millennium. 

“Does it hurt?” Mu Jinchen did not acknowledge Qidong as he asked the tear-filled girl next to him who desperately tried to hold the pain in.

She looked really pitiful. Her nose and eyes were red, but her naked face with no make-up was pale white.