Chapter 40

The man's voice carried a hint of unscrupulous wantonness, more like nonchalant teasing.

Su Ruoyun originally thought Huo Jingcheng was some kind of decent person, but didn't expect him to still be unable to escape the dissolute nature of the wealthy family children in this circle.

She didn't want to waste any more words with him. The aisle was narrow, and there was a pot of lucky bamboo on the side, making it even more cramped. Huo Jingcheng didn't move, so she had to turn sideways to squeeze out.

When Su Ruoyun turned sideways to bypass Huo Jingcheng, her shoulders inevitably brushed against his overcoat lightly. The two pieces of clothing rubbed against each other for a moment, and the corners of the clothes rippled slightly, returning to calm in an instant.

The cigarette in his hand was still burning, smoke curling, lingering and drifting in front of her eyes. The man's slightly higher body temperature seemed to be attached to that ethereal wisp of smoke, passing to her without reservation.

Huo Jingcheng didn't stop her, just lowered his eyebrows slightly, looking at her loosely. When their eyes met, Su Ruoyun pretended to be calm, hurriedly looked away, and looked forward into the void.

Just as they passed each other, Huo Jingcheng, who was close at hand, suddenly moved.

He took a step forward casually, just right to block most of the small gap. An invisible sense of oppression came over her. Su Ruoyun's heart trembled, and she subconsciously stepped back.

Her hand touched the cold wall suddenly, and she was startled. Her back leaned tightly against the wall, her shoulders against the window lattice, and the exquisite wood carving patterns were clearly and sharply pressed into her skin/flesh.

The man's black overcoat in front of her was close at hand, and the dark color seemed to want to swallow her gaze. Su Ruoyun raised her eyelids and met Huo Jingcheng's leisurely gaze.

"You……"

Before she could finish, Huo Jingcheng cut off her words and had already spoken slowly, "You haven't said how you're not going to let me go?"

Su Ruoyun rolled her eyes secretly, then straightened her expression, and then said, "I'm not the kind of woman you like who can be teased with a little money. Don't put this kind of forced drama of 'you chase, I run' on me."

After speaking, she emphasized, "Please be respectful."

Su Ruoyun attributed Huo Jingcheng's kissing her to the man's inherent bad roots, just a kind of hunting instinct for women.

Huo Jingcheng threw the cigarette butt in his hand to his feet, then raised his leather shoes, stepped on it lightly, extinguishing the sparks, and rested his right hand casually on the wall.

From a distance, Su Ruoyun seemed to be circled in the narrow space between Huo Jingcheng and the wall, and an ambiguous atmosphere quietly permeated the surroundings.

"I didn't treat you as that kind of woman." His tone paused slightly, "And... how am I not being respectful to you?"

Su Ruoyun raised her head, her face flushed red. While reaching out to push his hand on the wall, she pretended to be calm and said, "Where are you being respectful? You've already……"

She was too embarrassed to say those two words and consciously kept her mouth shut.

"……Also, you blocking me like this now is very disrespectful to me."

Only to hear the man say, "Then I'll let go, don't leave."

It would be strange if she didn't leave.

Su Ruoyun thought so in her heart, but she just said perfunctorily, "Then you let go first."

The next second, Huo Jingcheng let go. She saw the timing and wanted to slip away immediately.

However, before she could take a step, the road was blocked again.

"Didn't we agree not to leave?"

"Who agreed with you, let go quickly." Su Ruoyun's patience had been worn out. In a daze, footsteps and conversation came from the end of the aisle. There was more than one private room here, and it was very likely that other customers were coming.

If this scene was bumped into by someone, especially with Huo Jingcheng still wearing such a beaten-up face, she couldn't imagine what outrageous rumors would spread tomorrow. She became more and more anxious and pushed him away directly.

But as soon as her two hands touched the man's shoulders, Huo Jingcheng started coughing. His right hand was clenched into a fist, lightly pressed against his lips, and continuous coughing overflowed from between his fingers, making it look as if Su Ruoyun had "broken" him.

She widened her eyes, "It has nothing to do with me."

Huo Jingcheng coughed a few times, heard her words, and controlled himself to stop coughing, separating his voice to respond, throwing out a sentence lightly, "It's okay, I don't blame you."

"……" Su Ruoyun.

She blurted out, "No, are you sick?"

The footsteps became clearer, each one hitting her heart like a heavy hammer. Su Ruoyun hardened her heart and simply reached out to grab the fabric on Huo Jingcheng's chest, pulling him back into the Guanlan private room.

Looking at the man leaning against the wall coughing, she said, "If you weren't a member of the Huo family, I would have sent someone to kick you out long ago."

It wasn't that she didn't dare, it was just that after kicking him out, if Huo Jingcheng went out and said a word or two, there was no guarantee that people who knew how to read the situation wouldn't come to the tea house anymore. Because of this kind of thing, losing money and disturbing business, it wasn't worth it, and it wasn't necessary.

Besides, she didn't have any special feelings about the kiss. She comforted herself in her heart: Just treat it as being bitten by a mad dog, it's no big deal.

Thinking this way, the stuffy air in Su Ruoyun's heart dissipated a bit.

Thinking of his identity, she softened her tone, "If Mr. Huo comes to drink tea in the future, I will definitely welcome you. If you are still like this, don't come again, I won't do your business."

Huo Jingcheng remained silent, intentionally facing her with the half of his face that had been beaten.

She stared at it for a few seconds, then suddenly said, "That tea can be returned."

Seeing Huo Jingcheng turn to look at her, Su Ruoyun added, "You bring the tea leaves back, and I'll refund you."

The corners of Huo Jingcheng's mouth slowly lifted, outlining a curve with teasing, his tone lazy and nonchalant, "Then I'm really sorry, I've already unsealed the tea leaves."

Su Ruoyun's ten fingers slowly closed, gripping the glass in her hand, biting her lip lightly, lying again!

The silence in the air flowed wantonly. Just at this moment, a crisp knock on the door sounded. Her hand resting on the edge of the table shook uncontrollably, and the glass in her hand was almost knocked over.

"Enter."

Hearing this voice, Xiao Li pushed the door and entered, "Boss Lady, the next guest is here."

The Guanlan private room was not Huo Jingcheng's exclusive property. If other customers had needs, they only needed to book in advance and pay enough money, and they could also use it.

Hearing this, Su Ruoyun lowered her eyes and glanced at the watch on her left hand. The time had far exceeded the two hours Huo Jingcheng had booked.

Fortunately, the tabletop was still tidy. She walked quickly to the table, took a handkerchief to wipe the long table, and then picked up the kettle and cups one by one, put them back on the tray. After a while, the tabletop was organized.

Su Ruoyun carried the tray, gave Huo Jingcheng a wink, signaling him to hide his face, and then said to Xiao Li, "Bring the person in."

Even if Huo Jingcheng had the intention to cover up, he couldn't stop the sharp-eyed boss who entered the door from recognizing him at a glance.

"Eh, President Huo, why are you here?"

?? The title will become Little Zhuzi's catchphrase.

? ps. On the highest realm of 'touching porcelain'—catching a cold and coughing yourself, and blaming it on others.

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