Chapter 290: Walkthrough 289, But More Decisive
Wang Heng patted Han Yixuan’s head.
Han Yixuan’s reaction was different from Pei Ningle’s. She didn’t rub her head against his palm, but instead grabbed his wrist, pulled his hand down, and placed it on her cheek.
In this way, it became Wang Heng stroking her face—this action was obviously more intimate and more ambiguous than stroking her head.
The young girl couldn’t help but smile, a hint of slyness shining through her soft peach blossom eyes.
At that moment, the hotel room phone suddenly rang.
The two exchanged a glance.
Because Han Yixuan’s knee was still a bit injured, and Wang Heng was standing while Han Yixuan was sitting on the bed. So Wang Heng walked over and picked up the phone.
Then he heard a strange voice, a sweet and affected female voice: “Hello sir, do you need any special service…”
“No, thank you.”
Wang Heng immediately hung up the phone.
Turning around, facing Han Yixuan’s curious gaze, Wang Heng calmly explained: “Selling special services.”
Hearing this, the young girl’s cheeks, still tinged with a bit of blush, grew a little warmer. But at the same time, she teased: “President Wang, you’re a successful big boss now. Don’t tell me you’ve never had the thought to indulge a little?”
Wang Heng: “…I just want to earn money steadily.”
Han Yixuan: “But I heard that boys at this age are the most impulsive?”
Wang Heng: “I’m someone who has escaped low-level tastes.”
Han Yixuan: “Could it be that you like boys?”
“Not interested in that either,” Wang Heng said calmly, “Alright, you rest slowly. It’s getting late, I need to go back and sleep too.”
A hint of disappointment flickered in Han Yixuan’s eyes.
However, thinking of the earlier head-patting and face-stroking moment, and realizing that she had achieved her minimum goal for tonight, the young girl no longer pressed, smiling sweetly: “Then go back and rest well.”
“Goodnight.”
With that, Wang Heng turned and walked out of the room, closing the room door for her.
His own room was on the same floor, but not directly across or next door; he had to go around a corner, about ten meters away. But he couldn’t have imagined that this short distance of a dozen meters would unexpectedly trigger another unforeseen event.
Just as he turned that corner, Wang Heng collided head-on with someone.
An “Ah” exclamation rang out, short and clearly carrying the delicate softness of a young woman. Of course, compared to the voice, what astonished Wang Heng even more in that instant was the sensation at his chest…
The next second, coming back to his senses, he saw that the person he had knocked to the ground was none other than Lu Qi.
Earlier today at the signing ceremony outside, Lu Qi had been wearing a workplace set, long sleeves and long pants covering her completely. But now, probably because she no longer needed to follow shopping mall dress etiquette, she was dressed simply. Denim shorts, a T-shirt, and sports shoes made her look more like a youthful, vibrant female university student.
At this moment, Lu Qi held her ground with one hand while rubbing her ankle with the other, her brows furrowed.
Wang Heng suddenly had a bad premonition and asked: “Sister Lu, are you okay?”
Lu Qi gave him a glare and gritted her teeth: “Seems like a sprained ankle, it hurts…”
Wang Heng: “…”
Sprained ankle? It felt like he had just heard that term recently?
Han Yixuan had already admitted that crashing her bike was intentional, so at this moment, could Lu Qi sitting here also be intentional?
Wang Heng suddenly remembered that phone call not long ago, the one with “Sir, do you need special service?” Now thinking back, he hadn’t interacted with the person on the phone; he had just said “No need” and hung up. If so, could the voice on the other end not have been a real person, but a recording?
“President Wang, could you trouble yourself to help me up?”
Lu Qi’s sudden voice interrupted Wang Heng’s thoughts.
He nodded with a bitter smile, grabbed Lu Qi’s arm, helped her up, and supported her to her feet.
Today he had helped Han Yixuan up, and the result was stroking her face; now helping Lu Qi up again, what would be the result?
He secretly became vigilant.
Lu Qi’s room was diagonally across from Han Yixuan’s. So Wang Heng supported Lu Qi past that damned corner and arrived at her door.
She took out the room card and swiped it, watching the door lock pop open, then breathed softly in his ear: “Help me inside, okay? Thanks.”
Wang Heng nodded silently and continued supporting her forward.
Just after entering the door, Lu Qi reached back to close it. But just as the door began to move, Wang Heng noticed this detail, extended his foot back, and blocked the door’s motion. So the door didn’t fully close, merely left ajar.
Lu Qi smiled secretly but said nothing.
Wang Heng supported her to the bedside and was about to let go when Lu Qi suddenly yanked him hard, causing him to fall onto the bed—of course, Lu Qi lay down first, so their position became one on top of the other, with Wang Heng directly on top of Lu Qi.
Exerting force with his elbows, like doing a plank, Wang Heng supported his body without pressing down on her.
He asked in a low voice: “Sister Lu, that sprained ankle just now—was it fake?”
Lu Qi: “Correct.”
Wang Heng: “This is a bit excessive…”
“You should know my thoughts, and you should understand that I’m different from those three girls.”
Saying this, the young woman curved her lips, revealing a predatory, bloodthirsty smile.
Seeing this long-absent fatal smile, Wang Heng’s heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
Having experienced the first playthrough, he knew all too well that this usually aloof and unapproachable ice mountain was actually a volcano waiting to erupt inside. Or rather, precisely because her usual calmness and rationality were so strong, once years of suppressed emotions burst forth, they were exceptionally hard to contain.
But Wang Heng was still puzzled: “What’s going on with you exactly? You were fine during the day.”
Lu Qi sneered: “You brat, you’ve been pissing me off for more than a day or two. Back then you told me you had a girlfriend, but now? Is Han Yixuan your girlfriend? Don’t try to fool me like an idiot—I’m not Ye Xun, and definitely not Pei Ningle.”
Wang Heng: “Those two aren’t idiots either…”
Lu Qi: “Yeah, they’re naive little girls, being toyed with by you and Han Yixuan. Oh, Han Yixuan’s being toyed with by you again—fun, is it?”
Wang Heng: “I’m not playing…”
“Enough, don’t think I can’t see it. You just don’t want to confirm a romance relationship. Being ambiguous with several girls at once feels great, doesn’t it, scheming boy?”
Lu Qi smiled, but ground her teeth secretly.
Wang Heng was momentarily speechless.
Since rebirth, he occasionally realized he was a bit smug about the girls’ affections. But as for being ambiguous, he believed he had always tried to avoid it, only finding it hard to completely escape under the constraints of that hamster.
But how to explain this?
Moreover, the current problem was that Lu Qi clearly had a lot of pent-up anger—how to handle this?
After a few seconds of silence, he sighed: “So, Sister Lu has seen through my fickle nature. Very disappointed, right?”
“Yes, extremely disappointed. The more I like you, the more disappointed I am.”
As soon as the words fell, Lu Qi wrapped her arms around his neck and exerted force.
Wang Heng’s plank could no longer hold.
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