Chapter 17

No.

After a long while, Zhou Yinhe lightly uttered two words, sat up straight, took the wine Qi Zhan handed over and gulped it down, after swallowing, he paused then said: "I don't want to repeat the same mistake."

He is petty, he can't forget, so even if sometimes he does some uncontrolled actions, like hugging that bouquet back to the office, like just now hugging Wen Ling to apologize, he restrains the thought of reconciliation.

Jiang Jibai couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

After vomiting in the restroom, Wen Ling had become much clearer, leaning on the sink recalling the scene after getting drunk, aside from that Wu Shao who teased her, she only recalled the scene just now of herself hugging Zhou Yinhe and crying uncontrollably.

With so many people watching just now, Wen Ling stared at her reflection in the mirror, took the basin of water and splashed her face, only feeling the faint flush that had just faded surge back up; although she really wanted them to know she was pursuing Zhou Yinhe, she also didn't want to make a fool of herself.

She now only wanted to go home; walking out of the restroom with her head down, she told the manager: "I want to go home, please tell them for me."

The manager was stunned for a moment, then could only say: "Alright, then please rest well."

Wen Ling nodded, listlessly left, the two bodyguards hurriedly followed; after exiting the bar door and the surroundings quieted, they walked and said: "Miss, are you alright? Should we go back and have Dr. Qiao check you?"

"I'm fine." Wen Ling said in a low tone, letting out a faint sigh.

"That Wu Shao tonight might cause trouble tomorrow; should we contact Mr. Wen?" the bodyguard whispered.

He didn't think the bar's owner, the Jiang Shao they spoke of, would handle this matter; if necessary, we still need to contact Mr. Wen.

Wen Ling glanced back at the brightly lit bar, pursed her lips and said: "No need, Jiang Jibai should handle it."

She got in the car, biting her lip in regret, wishing she hadn't come out.

The next day Wen Ling didn't go out at all; the flight from M Country to Sijiucheng takes over ten hours, arriving the morning of the third day.

Wen Ling hadn't gone out all day yesterday, having already organized her thoughts; now her precious little cat was arriving, she cheerfully told the driver to take her to the airport.

Lu Zhaoye was thoughtful, fearing the cargo warehouse would wrong Wen Ling's cat, he went out the back door and had his assistant bring the cat in first class for a trip.

When Wen Ling arrived at the airport, the plane hadn't landed yet, so she went to the VIP lounge to sit a while.

Who knew that a turn of her head, in her peripheral vision she saw the figure she had been longing for.

He leaned in the single sofa, wearing clean white clothes and black pants, his demeanor aloof and languid, exuding an unapproachable detachment, arms crossed, eyes closed resting against the sofa back; beside him sat a man in a suit upright, likely Zhou Yinhe's secretary.

Wen Ling pursed her lips, gave a glance to the bodyguard following her, then walked over and lightly sat on the sofa opposite Zhou Yinhe.

Secretary Cheng Yu glanced at her, somewhat wary that this pretty little girl might be trying to hit on his boss, after all such things often happen.

Before he could speak, he heard the little girl softly call his boss's name.

"Zhou Yinhe, what a coincidence."

Zhou Yinhe lifted his gaze, his eyes still somewhat dazed and not yet shaken off sleepiness; seeing Wen Ling, his heart actually jumped violently, giving him the feeling that his heart might leap out.

Wen Ling lightly bit her lip, flustered explaining: "I'm not following you; I have something to do."

"Mm." Zhou Yinhe responded lightly, lowered his eyes sat up straight, calmly said: "Quite a coincidence."

Wen Ling felt a bit nervous, secretly exhaled and said: "What are you doing here? Picking someone up?"

"Mm." Zhou Yinhe still gave a cold reply.

"Can you not be so cold to me?" Wen Ling really couldn't stand it; from when she arrived in Hua Guo and reunited with him, even if he was sarcastic, it was better than this coldness that made her anxious.

Zhou Yinhe then lifted his head to look at her, his dark pupils filled with her reflection; after a brief silence, he calmly said: "Wen Ling, from now on don't see each other; I won't reconcile with you."

Wen Ling was completely stunned, her expression went blank for an instant; after regaining her senses she realized her whole body was trembling, she swallowed dryly, stood up feigning composure and asked him: "Why? Just because of that thing three years ago? I really had a reason then; you should have sensed something was off, I..."

"No matter what the reason, it won't pass with me." Zhou Yinhe interrupted her.

"Impossible, Zhou Yinhe; the main reason I came to Sijiucheng is because of you; you know my personality best, I won't just give up like this; anyway you can't control me, I'll pursue if I want to; if I can't catch up, I'll have people intercept you and lock you up until you reconcile with me, just like that day!" Wen Ling's wronged expression slightly eased, the grievance and confusion in her eyes fading, gradually replaced by stubbornness, she said petulantly.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yinhe furrowed his brows, jaw tensed, just as he was about to speak, he saw Wen Ling bite her lip, turn and stride away angrily; the two bodyguards, seeing the situation, glanced at Zhou Yinhe then trotted after Wen Ling.

"What a foul temper!" Zhou Yinhe snapped; Cheng Yu withdrew his gaze, having been by Zhou Yinhe's side for over two years, knowing his boss, this young master of the Zhou family, a golden noble among the elite of Sijiucheng, though he appears lazy and arrogant on the surface, seeming to care for nothing, in reality he's like a little princess who needs coaxing.

At this moment, the boss must be secretly pleased, Cheng Yu couldn't help thinking: this is exactly the boss's long-held white moonlight.

Wen Ling stormed out of the lounge, still couldn't help turning to glare, her gritted-teeth look making the two bodyguards a bit uneasy.

"Miss, why don't we wait in another lounge? I see the plane is about to land; we should soon be able to pick up Hehe Shao." the bodyguard urged cautiously.

Wen Ling pursed her lips and snorted, not even going to the lounge, she directly found a spot in the arrival hall and sat down.

The bodyguards exchanged a glance and could only stand beside her waiting.

Not long after, a man pushing a pet cart approached; the bodyguard saw him first, lowered his head to the still sulking Wen Ling and said: "Miss, Hehe Shao has arrived."

Upon hearing this, Wen Ling snapped her head up, seeing the cat's head peek out from the pet cart, feeling her heart melt.

She stood up, trotted over, involuntarily softening her voice, cooing in a drawn-out tone: "Baby~"

Hehe called out a few times to her, that voice soft and dainty, both a complaint and a coo, making Wen Ling's heart about to melt; the thought of Zhou Yinhe in her mind was tossed aside.

"Oh my dear, let me touch you quickly."