strictlysupreme Chapter 13 The Heiress Who Was Rejected from the Engagement
Chapter 13 The Heiress Who Was Rejected from the Engagement
Sitting in the smoothly moving Maybach, Ling Yi glanced at the man beside her.
Perhaps because he was away from official business, the man was languid at the moment, with two buttons of his shirt loosely undone, and his meticulously styled hair was slightly messy, with a stray strand hanging down in front of his forehead.
Having shed his overbearing demeanor, he now resembled more of a carefree, rebellious second-generation rich kid.
Noticing Ling Yi's scrutiny, Zhou Ziheng's eyes filled with genuine amusement: "What are you looking at, Yi?"
That overly intimate tone again.
Ling Yi's lips curled up slightly: "I think Mr. Zhou is really handsome."
From the perspective of human aesthetics, Zhou Ziheng is a man with an excessively handsome face and an excessively superior physique.
For some reason, Ling Yi had never heard anyone express their affection for him.
This is truly... unbelievable. Have humans stopped being attracted to good looks?
Zhou Ziheng raised an eyebrow. He looked into Ling Yi's overly sincere eyes and after a long while tentatively asked, "Thank you?"
If someone he likes compliments his looks on his handsomeness, can he assume that he's already made a small step in his romantic journey?
If it weren't for the fact that today's young people are too individualistic and reject being greasy, Zhou Ziheng would have asked, "Have I captivated you?"
It seems unlikely.
That perfunctory tone showed absolutely no appreciation whatsoever.
With a soft sigh, Zhou Ziheng inexplicably uttered, "Useless."
If you have a good-looking face but can't fool the people you like, what's the difference between that and having nothing at all?
A hint of melancholy appeared on his face, which was usually adorned with a smile like a clay puppet, yet it inexplicably added a touch of vitality, making him less unapproachable.
Ling Yi ran her fingertips along the cool fabric of his clothes, unsure whether he was genuinely frustrated or trying to appear defeated in front of her.
But deliberately revealing a weakness is also a form of fishing, isn't it?
The car slowly stopped in front of Ling Yi's house. Ling Yi took a deep look at Zhou Ziheng, got out of the car and left.
The air around her lost its warmth, but her faint scent still lingered in the air.
Zhou Ziheng leaned back in his chair, pinched the bridge of his nose, and suddenly smiled.
Oh dear, we've been found out.
A half-hearted, half-hearted one-man show has finally attracted attention.
That way, I won't feel lonely if I continue performing.
knock knock knock.
Suddenly, a fair finger gently tapped on the car window.
The privacy glass prevented people outside from seeing inside the car, but Zhou Ziheng inexplicably felt that those excessively bright eyes had already locked onto him.
He rolled down the back window and looked at Ling Yi with a smile in his eyes: "What has Yi Yi forgotten?"
"Zhou Ziheng." Ling Yi's cool aura suddenly approached, causing Zhou Ziheng to be momentarily stunned.
His aura was invaded by outsiders, but he did not feel offended at all. On the contrary, he felt a faint excitement rising up.
I want to capture this essence and let it blend seamlessly with my own, to keep it within my own territory.
He looked at the fair face that was only a dozen centimeters away from him, his eyes meeting those overly calm eyes without flinching, and gave a soft reply.
Those eyes seemed to see through his skin and into the very marrow of his bones.
Zhou Ziheng's throat bobbed slightly, and a strange excitement and trembling spread through his body at this moment, making his voice even more gentle and kind, like a beautiful poisonous flower luring its prey: "What does Yi Yi want to say?"
"Do you like me?" The words, cold and aloof, devoid of any shyness or other emotion, were like a winter blizzard, instantly freezing the poisonous flower to death.
Straight ball, bang!
All the petty calculations and detours were shattered at this moment.
"correct."
After a long while, he finally spoke.
The petals were shattered, leaving only the trembling stamens dripping with sweet nectar, waiting for someone to gently suckle them.
Having gotten the answer she wanted, Ling Yi's eyes crinkled into a smile. She said that her analysis was very accurate and could not possibly be wrong.
She straightened up happily, but her shoulders were pressed down.
The veins on the back of the man's hand exuded a strange sense of desire and power. He was pressing down on her lightly, not letting her escape, but not making her uncomfortable either.
The remaining stamens of the poisonous flower swayed alluringly in the wind, tempting passersby to suckle: "So, what is Yi Yi's answer?"
I like you, what about you?
"I see."
What kind of answer is this?
Zhou Ziheng stared intently at Ling Yi with his dark eyes, trying to pry open her clam-like mouth to get some more accurate answers.
"Why isn't Yi Yi coming in?" At the entrance of the Ling family's house, the elderly father, who had been waiting anxiously, stood in front of the gate, looking in this direction again and again.
The car has been parked for so long, why isn't it home yet?
You two are from different generations, why do you have so much to talk about?
"This is just too unfair." A cool hand pressed down firmly, and Zhou Ziheng gently stroked Ling Yi's cheek, ignoring any external interference.
The contracting aura approached for the first time, revealing an unquestionable sense of aggression and danger.
"Having received my answer, how can you just walk away unscathed?" A voice, almost like a murmur, rang in his ears, forcing Ling Yi to give him a definite answer.
The man's beauty blossomed to its fullest at this moment.
With his dark eyes, pale face, and red lips, he looked like a lewd ghost about to drain people of their life force under the streetlights in front of the Ling family's house.
The poisonous flower, blooming to its rotten state, fails to attract heartless passersby; instead, it wields its hideous tentacles, disguised as flower stamens, to hunt.
With a soft "pop," the hideous poisonous flower was struck as if by lightning, and the alluring ghost lost its ability to seduce people.
Zhou Ziheng stood there dumbfounded, his eyes filled with astonishment.
"Goodbye, Mr. Zhou." The obedient Ling Yi suddenly stood up and broke free from his icy cold hand.
The man's expression changed, and Ling Yi put her index finger to her lips, looking sly and shameless: "Shh, my dad doesn't know yet."
What don't you know? Explain yourself.
Zhou Ziheng stared intently at Ling Yi, but could only see her innocent expression.
It was as if that fleeting kiss hadn't been her doing, and it was all a dream.
But how could he ignore such a clear heat and such obvious severity?
Zhou Ziheng suddenly had a headache.
What to do? It seems like the audience is going to take over the actors' jobs, like singing rock music on the stage.
"Good night."
The cold, icy ends of her hair brushed against Zhou Ziheng's face, leaving him with the last trace of her beloved's affections that day.
The car started again, and Zhou Ziheng stood with his arms crossed in front of him. After a while, he let out a short laugh.
what!
What does it matter what kind of opera an actor sings once they're on stage?
As I've already said, they're called film and television companies now, and actors have the freedom to improvise.