Chapter 90: He Likes Lian Li
Lian Li could only think of this excuse now, and she had seven-tenths confidence before coming that Jin Shi Yue would not ask her to take responsibility after hearing that the person she liked was Jin Yan Ting.
Who knew he was sick and took the opportunity to extort her.
More crucially, the fact that he said she didn’t want to take responsibility and that she told him she liked someone else were both true.
“I’m not humiliating you.” Lian Li rarely explained, her words slightly pale.
She pursed her lips, preparing to retreat and ponder a countermeasure: “Then I’ll think about it again and give you an answer then.”
The God of Wealth lowered his head and persistently sniffed her trouser leg. Lian Li reached out and patted its head, signaling it to move aside.
She stretched out her arm to pick up her bag. Just as she slung it over her shoulder, she heard Jin Shi Yue’s slightly hoarse voice say, “I want fruit.”
Lian Li heard him and turned her head to look at him, meeting his gaze for a few seconds.
The fact that she liked Jin Yan Ting but slept with Jin Shi Yue was something she couldn’t refute.
Lian Li tentatively asked, “Should I order takeout for you?”
“It’s in the refrigerator.”
Lian Li had no choice but to temporarily put down her bag and turn to the kitchen to open the refrigerator. Inside, cherries were neatly arranged. She washed enough for a porcelain plate and brought it to the living room for Jin Shi Yue.
The Eldest Young Master remained still, slightly lifting his eyelids, his gaze slowly falling on her.
Lian Li thought he didn’t want cherries: “There are only cherries in the refrigerator.”
The Eldest Young Master said, “I’m sick.”
Lian Li didn’t understand: “And then?”
“The sick are paramount.”
“……”
Even if you weren’t sick, you’d still be paramount.
Jin Shi Yue’s gaze swept over to the sofa, signaling her to sit: “Sit.”
If he were to develop any serious complications from the fever, Lian Li would feel too guilty. She walked over and sat down.
“I have other things to do this afternoon, so I can only stay until half-past eleven. For lunch, you can ask your subordinate to accompany you…”
As Lian Li was speaking, a shadow suddenly fell, and then a heavy object was placed on her lap.
She looked down, her gaze falling on Jin Shi Yue’s extremely handsome and striking face.
Lian Li asked in confusion, “What are you doing?”
“Sleeping.”
As soon as Jin Shi Yue finished speaking, he unceremoniously took her hand and placed it over his eyes, blocking the harsh light. Lian Li instinctively tried to pull her hand away, but it was held fast by his large hand.
He hadn’t lied to her; his body temperature was still very high. Lian Li seriously suspected he had at least a 39-degree fever.
Lian Li felt a pang of guilt and suggested, “You should call a doctor.”
If he really burned himself out, she couldn’t afford to compensate the Jin Family for a living Jin Shi Yue.
“No need.” Jin Shi Yue’s voice was casual, sounding perfectly normal.
Sensing that the struggling force in Lian Li’s hand had disappeared, Jin Shi Yue withdrew his hand.
When one is sick, one needs to rest well. Lian Li looked at him for a moment, not removing her hand from his brow and eyes, nor moving.
Jin Shi Yue rested his head on Lian Li’s lap, his breathing quickly becoming even, as if he had fallen asleep.
Lian Li looked at his long legs crossed and resting on the sofa armrest, his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs – he looked thin in clothes but had substance when undressed.
A body that was hard to resist, a prominent Adam’s apple and knuckles, filled with hormones that made one’s legs weak.
Lian Li suddenly felt the heat from him spreading to her, her cheeks and ears instantly burning.
She averted her gaze.
The God of Wealth squatted on the ground, its round eyes staring at the two of them. After a moment, it suddenly bolted and ran upstairs.
Jin Shi Yue was lying on her lap, so Lian Li couldn’t move much. She carefully turned her head and looked towards the spiral staircase but saw nothing unusual.
She withdrew her gaze, leaned back against the sofa, and looked at her mobile phone.
After a while, the God of Wealth returned, rubbing against Lian Li’s trouser leg. Lian Li looked over and saw a wool blanket placed steadily on its large back.
“For me?”
The God of Wealth blinked its eyes, indicating yes.
Lian Li took it, spread the wool blanket with one hand, and gently draped it over Jin Shi Yue.
Alas, his tall frame meant it couldn’t cover him from head to toe. It would have to do.
Lian Li continued to look at her mobile phone, occasionally checking on Jin Shi Yue’s condition, and occasionally eating cherries.
She had almost eaten all the cherries she had washed onto the plate.
Around eleven o’clock, Jin Shi Yue finally woke up. Perhaps he had slept enough, his mood was pleasant, and he no longer made things difficult for her, asking Ling Yu to take her home.
When Lian Li got home and changed her shoes, she noticed unread messages from Pei Qingji.
“Are you free on the 4th of next month?”
Lian Li replied: “I’m free.”
Pei Qingji, after finishing his meeting at Zhongtai Bank headquarters, returned to his office and made an international call, inquiring about the situation in New York.
“Everything will be done according to her requirements,” Pei Qingji said in fluent American English.
As soon as he hung up one call, Zhong Yang’s call came in immediately: “You said you didn’t have time when I invited you to the club last time. Do you have time this time?”
“Where is Shi Yue?”
“The Young Master is here, of course. Hurry up and come. If you don’t come soon, I’ll come to Zhongtai to drag you out.”
Pei Qingji remembered Lian Li and said, “I’ll be there in an hour.”
Pei Qingji said he would be there in an hour, and he arrived precisely one hour later, not a minute off. When he arrived at the Magnificent Blue Bay Club, the people in the private room were already drinking. They were in high spirits, accompanied by several beautiful women in qipaos, laughing merrily. It was unclear who had invited them.
Zhong Yang was vigorously swinging his legs crossed, as if afraid others wouldn’t notice, exuding an air of smugness.
Jin Shi Yue leaned back lazily against the sofa, his long legs casually resting on the coffee table. Ambiguous light and shadow fell upon his handsome and sharp features. His wrist was draped over the armrest, holding a glass of wine, like a meticulously composed poster.
Pei Qingji walked over and sat next to Zhong Yang, listening to him chat animatedly with others.
After drinking for a while, they got up to play billiards. Zhong Yang called out to Jin Shi Yue, “Master Yue, coming?”
“Not interested.” Jin Shi Yue looked utterly bored, not even opening his eyes.
After they left, Pei Qingji poured himself a drink and said, “Junior Sister has been asking me for help recently.”
He seemed to be talking to himself, but another person did not disappoint him.
Jin Shi Yue slightly lifted his eyelids, his dark pupils staring at him.
After only two seconds, he asked, “What’s wrong with her?”
Who was ‘she’?
The answer was obvious.
Pei Qingji feigned ignorance: “Who?”
Jin Shi Yue naturally saw through it, but for once, he didn’t retort. Instead, he patiently said, “Lian Li.”
“I’m talking about Junior Sister. What does Lian Li have to do with it?” Pei Qingji took a sip of his wine.
Jin Shi Yue looked at him, his expression unreadable: “Besides her, who else is Junior Sister?”
“Many.”
Pei Qingji, with his gentle demeanor, shifted the topic: “However, in your eyes, Junior Sister is only her.”
Jin Shi Yue lazily curled his lips, a half-smile playing on his face: “Tell me one.”
Pei Qingji replied without hesitation: “Xue Shufan.”
Jin Shi Yue sneered: “She’s your dream girl.”
Pei Qingji smiled faintly and remained silent, waiting for him to speak again.
After a few seconds, Jin Shi Yue asked, “What did Lian Li want you for?”
Pei Qingji turned his head to look at him, his eyes filled with a gentle smile: “Do you like Lian Li?”
It was a question, but his tone was certain.
