Chapter 131: Keeping a Mistress in a Golden House
Jin Shi Yue looked at her, his dark eyes holding a chill, his voice hoarse, “I saw it.”
Lian Li’s emotions were calm, “Saw what.”
Jin Shi Yue didn’t respond, gazing at her in silence.
Lian Li didn’t wait for his reply, suggesting, “You have a residence in Shanghai, right? Or do you want to stay at a hotel? Should I help you book one?”
Their gazes met.
A moment.
Jin Shi Yue averted his gaze, lifted his long legs, brushed past her, his arm lightly grazing her shoulder, and left the suite directly.
Lian Li turned to look, the proud and self-important Second Young Master Jin didn’t stop, and in a few moments, his figure disappeared from her sight.
The Eldest Young Master suddenly appeared out of nowhere and left just as suddenly.
Without a word, why was he so strange.
Could it be that he came here just to visit?
The sound of the door closing came, and Lian Li still couldn’t figure it out.
She walked to the door, opened it, and poked her head out, looking quite sneaky.
The corridor was covered with a thick carpet, and oil paintings hung on the walls. It was silent, with no sign of Jin Shi Yue.
Lian Li had been alone since childhood. If we only consider her actions, she could be considered a well-behaved girl.
Occasionally causing trouble, she found it quite interesting.
She just didn’t know what he was upset about.
The Eldest Young Master’s unpredictable temper did not affect her.
Lian Li was too clear-headed to think that the cynical Jin Shi Yue was sulking because of her.
She had previously mistaken Jin Yan Ting’s intentions towards her, and her self-righteous lesson was enough with just one instance.
She didn’t care who liked her or who didn’t.
As Lian Li took her clothes into the bathroom to shower, in a black Bentley parked outside the hotel, a mobile phone screen lit up with a faint glow.
In the driver’s seat, Jin Shi Yue lowered his eyes, his fingertips swiping twice across the phone screen.
Lian Li hadn’t called him.
Seven or eight seconds later, his gaze became somber, and he tossed the phone onto the front passenger seat.
Jin Shi Yue’s expression was indifferent, his neck slightly tilted back against the seat, his thick eyebrows furrowed, exuding a cold and detached noble demeanor.
After a moment, he picked up the cigarette case from the center console, tapped out a cigarette, and lit it with a lighter.
The cigarette was held between his lips, he took a puff, slowly inhaled, and then exhaled, thin wisps of smoke swirling around his deep and handsome face.
Nothing could make Jin Shi Yue addicted.
He rarely smoked; most of the time, he would light one and hold it, waiting for it to burn out, or extinguish the butt.
The staff at Yun Qi Hotel saw the car parked outside and someone wanted to ask them to drive away, but before they could even leave the hotel, they were startled and retreated upon seeing the license plate from afar.
They didn’t dare to provoke them, they couldn’t afford to.
Jin Shi Yue’s arm rested loosely on the car window, the cigarette between his fingers, a faint red glow, flickering on and off, soon burned out.
He unhurriedly flicked the ash into the ashtray.
He picked up the phone from the front passenger seat, lowered his eyelids, and looked at it.
Lian Li hadn’t called him.
She hadn’t sent a message either.
Not a single one.
Not even punctuation.
There wasn’t even a “typing…” indicator.
Only when he had served her well would she treat him a little better, softly calling him ‘Shi Yue’.
She was on her physiological period, didn’t need him, and could forget him completely.
A woman with a heart of stone.
Heartless.
The heartless Lian Li stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the bustling night view of Shanghai. The Bund area was a true reflection of Shanghai’s glamorous past, with magnificent buildings and prime real estate, everywhere she looked was dazzling wealth.
Her fair fingers held her mobile phone, pondering whether to send Jin Shi Yue a message.
Recalling the Eldest Young Master’s previous words, “Care about me,” Lian Li tapped on WeChat and edited a message to send him.
「Where are you staying?」
He didn’t reply immediately.
Jin Shi Yue deliberately made her wait for half a minute before replying: 「Under the car」
Lian Li thought he would take a long time to reply, but she didn’t expect him to respond so quickly.
She first sent a confused sticker pack, then typed: 「What car bottom.」
Jin Shi Yue sent a photo, a picture of the main entrance of Yun Qi Hotel, clearly showing the hotel’s iconic logo.
Lian Li: 「You haven’t left yet?」
Jin Shi Yue: 「My girlfriend is here, where would I go」
Lian Li: 「Then are you staying at the hotel?」
Booking a presidential suite would be as simple as pie for him.
Jin Shi Yue: 「Stay where? To see you going out with other men?」
Lian Li: “…”
When had she ever gone out with other men.
Lian Li looked out the window. It had started raining, raindrops splattering against the clear glass window, forming irregular streaks that flowed slowly downwards.
Cold, late night, outdoors, raining.
With these four conditions combined, she couldn’t help but frown.
Lian Li grabbed a jacket, draped it over herself, and took her phone to go downstairs by elevator.
The front desk staff saw her coming down so late and enthusiastically asked if there was anything they could help her with.
Lian Li asked the front desk for an umbrella, walked out, scanned the area outside the door, found the suspicious black car, put one hand in her pocket for warmth, and the other holding a black umbrella, she strolled over.
The car window was open, and wisps of rain, carrying a chill, drifted into the car, falling towards the man in the driver’s seat. He seemed oblivious, holding his phone in one hand, his finger swiping, refreshing.
No new messages.
“Jin Shi Yue.” A female voice suddenly sounded by his ear, that clear and sweet voice piercing through wind, rain, day, and night, reaching Jin Shi Yue’s eardrums.
“Jin Shi Yue.” Lian Li called out softly again.
Jin Shi Yue turned his head at the sound, seeing the slender figure shivering under the umbrella. Her delicate face showed little change in expression, but her trembling eyelashes betrayed how cold she was.
He hooked the suit jacket from the passenger seat, opened the door, and got out, draping the jacket over Lian Li.
Lian Li hadn’t expected it to be so cold when she left. She held the umbrella higher, shielding them both from the wind and rain.
“Why are you running around.”
Jin Shi Yue reprimanded in a low voice, “Go back.”
He adjusted the jacket on her. Lian Li felt warmer, but still cold. She acted quickly, grabbing his arm with her other hand and pulling him towards the hotel.
“You come with me.”
“What for.” Jin Shi Yue raised an eyebrow, looking at her, “In broad daylight, kidnapping a civilian man?”
Before coming down, Lian Li just wanted him to leave, but as soon as she saw him, she changed her mind.
“You can stay in my room, and you won’t be discovered if you’re careful.”
“Hiding a mistress?” Jin Shi Yue asked.
Lian Li looked up at him, “Not exactly hiding a mistress.”
Although Yun Qi Hotel was a top luxury hotel, it wasn’t quite a “golden house.”
The Eldest Young Master, being delicate and precious, could be considered the one being hidden.
Jin Shi Yue, dressed in a black shirt and black trousers, stood tall and unrestrained, exuding a noble elegance nurtured by power.
The jacket Lian Li was wearing belonged to the same set as his clothing.
The suit jacket was large, and she was slender and petite, his clothes easily enveloping her, as if she completely belonged to him.
Jin Shi Yue’s lips curved slightly, one hand in his pocket, the other taking the umbrella from her hand and holding it between them, the umbrella naturally tilting towards her.
Lian Li tilted her head up to look at him, her bright eyes glistening.
Jin Shi Yue clicked his tongue, a lazy smirk on his lips, “If you don’t come with me, you’ll cry for me.”
Lian Li: …When was she crying?
