Chapter 55: Assaulting Me?
Realizing what her lips had touched, Lian Li’s scalp suddenly tingled, followed by her heart beating violently.
She looked at Jin Shi Yue’s closed eyes with panic, swallowed, and her heart briefly calmed. She pushed herself up from the sofa’s edge, quickly getting up before he woke.
But the sofa was made of genuine leather, and her palms were sweaty from nervousness. The two touching caused her to slip as soon as she got up a little, and she fell back down.
Falling twice in a row, each time harder than the last, Lian Li lay on the man’s firm, warm chest. She looked up at him, the dappled light casting shadows on his high brow bone, making it exceptionally defined.
It’s said that the sinuses above and behind everyone’s brow bone are butterfly-shaped, unique like fingerprints.
Jin Shi Yue’s raven-black eyelashes seemed to twitch slightly; she wasn’t sure if it was an illusion.
The thin eyelids suddenly lifted. Lian Li was caught off guard, her gaze crashing into Jin Shi Yue’s deep, dark eyes. Her heart gave a sharp jolt.
Jin Shi Yue seemed to have just woken up, his brows slightly furrowed, his handsome face appearing indifferent. He looked down at Lian Li, who was lying in his arms, with a cold gaze, and a hoarse voice emerged from his throat.
“Taking advantage of me sleeping to molest me?”
The man’s eyes were narrow, sharp, and piercing, exuding an inherent coldness that disregarded everything. His eyelids drooped, casting a sense of pressure, yet Lian Li’s gaze involuntarily fixed on his thin lips.
Remembering that their lips had just lightly touched like a dragonfly skimming water, her heart pounded.
“Hm? I’m asking you a question.” Jin Shi Yue looked down at Lian Li, a very faint curve lifting the corners of his lips. “Did the fever burn your ears deaf?”
Through the excellent quality fabric, Lian Li could clearly feel the firm muscles beneath the man’s clothes. The roots of her ears turned faintly red as she tried to get up from him, but he held her right hand tightly.
“I did not molest you.”
Lian Li steadied her breathing, trying to remain calm. “I came to call you for dinner. As soon as I called out, you suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me down.”
“Is that so.” Jin Shi Yue didn’t let go, stating righteously, “I don’t believe you. Your fabricated story has too low a credibility.”
The corners of his lips curved into a clear smile. “Lian Li, as in the nonsensical ‘Li’?”
The Eldest Young Master was truly arrogant, not believing the obvious facts.
The distance was too close; his pleasant scent enveloped her like a thin mist. Lian Li couldn’t help but slow her breathing.
“It’s not nonsensical.”
Jin Shi Yue said, “Then what is it?”
“You let go of me first.” Lian Li’s wrist was held by him, and she couldn’t break free.
“Let you go, so you can destroy the evidence?” Jin Shi Yue appeared nonchalant.
Lian Li’s left hand rested on the sofa, her right hand held by him. She looked down at Jin Shi Yue; a few strands of cool, smooth hair dangled down, coiling around his neck.
“No,” Lian Li said, “it’s ‘Li’ from cherries.”
Jin Shi Yue glanced sideways at her left hand, where a red jade cherry bracelet was tied around her fair, white wrist.
He raised an eyebrow slightly, a perfectly mischievous smile playing on his lips. “Then why didn’t you name yourself Lian Che Zi (Car)?”
Who would name a girl ‘Car’? Lian Li silently mourned for Jin Shi Yue’s future daughter for three seconds.
Instead of answering, she asked, “Were you born in October?”
“How did you know? Did you specifically inquire?” Jin Shi Yue chuckled, asking with interest.
Lian Li didn’t understand where his interest came from. “Shi Yue, October, it’s not that hard to guess.”
Jin Shi Yue drawled, “Oh,” and leisurely said, “You guessed wrong, Junior Sister.”
Wrong?
Lian Li’s diamond-bright almond eyes stared unblinkingly at his face, trying to discern if he was lying, but to no avail.
“According to your logic, if you were born in February, why aren’t you named Lian Er Yue (February)?” Jin Shi Yue held her slender wrist with one hand, while the other arm lay lazily beneath his head, looking up at her.
“There is.”
As long as the other person wanted to know, Lian Li never refused to talk about herself. “The pinyin for ‘Li’ is Li. If the dot of ‘i’ is placed above and to the left of ‘L’, it’s equivalent to a ‘2’. ‘Li’ can barely be considered February 1st.”
Zheng Chenggong recaptured Taiwan from the Dutch colonists on February 1, 1662.
Lian Li was born on February 1st. Lian Jingcheng often said that her birth date was so auspicious, they would surely find her mother, and her mother would definitely return.
Lian Jingcheng was a native of Taipei. He didn’t use pinyin but Zhuyin symbols. Her mother taught him pinyin.
Lian Li’s name was entirely derived from her mother.
Every time Lian Jingcheng mentioned this, he would tell her that her mother loved her very much.
Lian Li didn’t believe it.
If her mother truly loved her, why didn’t she want her?
Thinking of this, Lian Li unconsciously lowered her eyelashes, a look of loneliness in her eyes.
Jin Shi Yue’s dark pupils were fixed straight on her face. His leg, propped on the sofa armrest, pushed up, and his knee nudged, suddenly forcing Lian Li down. Her nose bumped against his.
She looked at the man beneath her in surprise, her eyelashes trembling.
Their faces were so close that if they spoke, moving their lips, they would kiss.
As if startled, Lian Li jerked backward, instantly creating distance between them.
“I was the one being molested, why are you dodging?”
Jin Shi Yue released her hand and sat up lazily.
The God of Wealth remained in his lying position, his dark, round eyes looking at Jin Shi Yue, then at Lian Li.
Lian Li saw Jin Shi Yue leaning back on the sofa, his stray hairs naturally falling onto his brow bone. His gaze was unfocused, his entire face submerged in shadow, making his facial contours appear even deeper.
Amidst his extremely handsome features, there was an inexplicable hint of loneliness.
Lian Li stared blankly at Jin Shi Yue.
His handsome and dashing face showed no emotion. His posture, leaning against the sofa, was relaxed. Although his gaze was unfocused, perhaps due to not being fully awake, his usually indifferent and arrogant eyes were exceptionally serene, silently blending into the night.
If the last time she saw him was his weariness with everything in the world, then this time he seemed to be slowly becoming transparent, disappearing bit by bit from the human world.
This was the first time Lian Li had seen Jin Shi Yue like this.
The silently spreading sense of loneliness seemed to be engulfing him entirely.
But this feeling only lasted for two seconds and quickly vanished.
Jin Shi Yue picked up the cigarette case from the table, took out a cigarette, and bit it between his lips. He struck a lighter, about to light it, then remembered something, glanced at Lian Li, took the cigarette from his lips, and casually stubbed it out in the ashtray.
“Didn’t you want to eat? Let’s go.”
He stood up, hooked his fingers around the suit jacket on the back of the chair, casually slung it over his shoulder, and walked towards the door with a languid gait.
Lian Li looked at the man’s tall back, wondering if what she had just seen was an illusion.
As the Second Young Master of the powerful Jin Family, Jin Shi Yue possessed unattainable power and wealth, with countless people fawning over him and friends. He seemed incapable of being associated with loneliness.
Her stomach was a little hungry. Lian Li shook her head and caught up with his steps.
