Chapter 6: Missed Calls

A sports car was parked by the side of the road. The black body of the car, under the illumination of the moonlight, exuded a mysterious and inexplicably wild charm.

It was hard to grasp, yet it invoked curiosity.

Wen Zhiyao reached out to open the back door of the car, but just as she did, the man closed it again.

Confused, she turned her head, locked eyes with his shifting depths, and asked, "Changed your mind?"

Jiang She grabbed her wrist and guided her into the passenger seat.

He leaned over, his body extending over Wen Zhiyao's legs, and handed her a seatbelt, "Fasten it yourself."

Then, Jiang She retracted back to the driver's seat, looking at her with a smirk, "Don't you think it's more convenient to sit in the front?"

Before Wen Zhiyao could digest his words, his restless hand landed on her thigh.

The well-defined fingers pinched her flesh, and the smirk upon his lips grew a little wider.

Even if she were slow to catch on, Wen Zhiyao understood the implication in his words at this point.

It was to make it more convenient for him... to drive!

This man, always had such a insatiable demeanor.

Wen Zhiyao held down his restless hand, smiling as she reminded him, "Mr. Driver, is this going to be timed, or are we going by the count? On a car like this, I'm going to have to charge extra. The road is dangerous, and of course, I'll need a bit more for insurance."

Without a hint of emotion, she pushed Jiang She's hand away and placed her purse on her short skirt, concealing quite a bit of suggestive view.

Jiang She retracted his hand, started the engine, and drove off.

Along the journey, he teased her playfully, "Miss Wen, you're wilder than I thought. I hadn't considered doing anything here on the road, but it seems you're already thinking about charging extra."

He whistled in a cheerful mood.

Wen Zhiyao didn't mind his mockery.

Having boarded his ship of thieves, it would be counterproductive to keep up pretences.

The two of them were merely using each other; it wasn't like they were in a relationship based on genuine feelings.

They were only together to get what they needed out of each other, without any reservations.

Wen Zhiyao counter-asked, "Don't you like it?"

Those mesmerizing eyes were fixed on him, causing Jiang She to tighten his grip on the steering wheel, smilingly sarcastically, "Staring at me like that; you'll make me unable to resist."

"Tsk... tsk..." Wen Zhiyao shook her head helplessly, her face filled with disappointment, "So, Mr. Jiang isn't as capable as I thought."

Jiang She was provoked into laughter, this woman, was always trying to provoke him.

He slammed the gas to the floorboard, and Wen Zhiyao instinctively tightened the seatbelt in her hand.

A question was left behind at their starting point: "Shouldn't you already know whether or not I am capable?"

Jiang She parked the car in the garage, a three-story apartment by the sea looming close by, surrounded by various bursts of blooming flowers.

Under the streetlamp, the colorful flowers competed for attention, utterly beautiful.

Wen Zhiyao was at a loss: "Where is this?"

This surely wasn't the Jiang residence. Despite covering more than two hundred square meters, when compared to the extravagant Jiang family mansion, this dwelling could only be considered a small house.

Jiang She explained: "This is where I usually live. You said you wanted to make some money, right? I'm giving you the opportunity."

The next moment, before Wen Zhiyao could react, she was caught by the wrist and guided into the bedroom.

The incessant ring of a phone emitted from a purse scattered on the living room floor, its sound barred by the closing of the door.

At the Jian residence, Zhou Yunsheng had made several calls, none of which were answered by Wen Zhiyao.

Could it be...?

An unfavorable thought continued to spread in his mind.

In the midst of his stupor, Jian Keyan reached out and snatched his phone. Seeing the display 'fiancee' on it, her pretty face turned livid with rage.

But she quickly kept her temper in check.

Holding onto Zhou Yunsheng's arm, she placed her head on his shoulder, spoke softly: "Brother Yunsheng, I always feel that there's something going on between my sister and Jiang She. After all, Jiang She does have a notorious reputation. If she gets involved with him…"

"Enough!" Zhou Yunsheng, tightly wound up, sharply cut off Jian Keyan.

Jian Keyan blinked twice, tears brimming in her eyes as she stammered, "Brother Yunsheng, I didn't mean to malign my sister. I just meant, Jiang She isn't a good person, what if... he tries to force something with Sister, against her wishes!"

Zhou Yunsheng had lost his appetite for food.

He withdrew his arm, maintaining a distance from Jian Keyan.

Jian Keyan paniced, could it be that Zhou Yunsheng still had feelings for Wen Zhiyao?

She would not allow this!

With his mood disturbed, Zhou Yunsheng stood up to leave, commenting sharply: "Keyan, Wen Zhiyao is, after all, my fiancee and your sister. Is it right for you to gossip about her behind her back?"

Jian Keyan's eyes blazed with fury. Zhou Yunsheng was still defending Wen Zhiyao. What was so good about her?

Full of suppressed rage and nowhere to vent, she laughed coldly: "When you were in bed with me multiple times, did you ever consider how Wen Zhiyao would feel?"

Zhou Yunsheng gradually regained his composure, "I was drunk at the time, you know how I am."

Jian Keyan grew stubborn, unwilling to listen to anyone.

She wouldn't allow Zhou Yunsheng to push her away and think about Wen Zhiyao.

She acted coquettishly, seducing him, "You're always thinking about my sister, but have you ever considered whether or not she feels the same for you?"

...

Two hours later, Wen Zhiyao, barefoot, escaped from the bed where Jiang She was sound asleep. With her skirt already torn into pieces, she had no choice but to pick up a shirt of his and put it on. The oversized shirt conveniently reached her thighs, and her long, pale legs moved gracefully out of the bedroom back to the living room to pick up her purse from the floor.

She took out her cellphone, all ten missed calls were from Zhou Yunsheng, and he had also sent concerned messages via Vchat.

"Zhiyao, where are you right now? Haven't you finished work yet?"

"Zhiyao, why won't you answer my calls? Is Jiang She giving you trouble?"

"Zhiyao, could you please respond to my message?"

If it were the past, seeing these messages would have moved her deeply, convincing her that she had found her Mr. Right.

But now, knowing his true colors, these hypocritical messages made her feel sick to her stomach.

However, she wasn't the kind to back down easily. Zhou Yunsheng had to pay for what he did to her. It was his turn to experience the excruciating heartache.

Wen Zhiyao pressed the red phone icon on the screen. Almost immediately after the phone started ringing, Zhou Yunsheng picked up.

As she heard his familiar voice, Wen Zhiyao's lips curved into a smile, although it did not reach her eyes.

Zhou Yunsheng's voice penetrated through the phone speaker, filled with a mix of urgency and anger, "Why haven't you been answering my calls? Or replying to my messages? Do you know how worried I've been about you?"

"Brother Yunsheng, who are you talking to on the phone? Is it my sister?" Jian Keyan's voice reached her from Zhou Yunsheng's side.

"It's her."

Wen Zhiyao sneered inwardly. If he was really worried about her, why was he still lingering around Jian's family residence?

Could it be that he couldn't locate the Jiang's property?

Wen Zhiyao effortlessly made up an excuse, "I've been called in to work overtime, that's why I couldn't come over. You guys go ahead with dinner, don't wait for me."