Chapter 84

Huo Jingcheng strolled out of the restroom and saw this scene: Su Ruoyun tilted her head, her tied ponytail swaying back and forth, the tips of her hair brushing against her bent knees.

Her gaze fell on the bruise on her lower leg, and she tentatively stretched out a finger, as if afraid of hurting herself, and tapped the bruise extremely gently, bit by bit.

He didn't continue to walk forward, but leaned back against the wall, his legs standing casually, his posture lazy and casual. His gaze, like hers, fell on the bruise, and he asked, "Does it hurt?"

The deep, mellow male voice fell slowly into her ears. Su Ruoyun's fingertips, which were touching the bruise, stopped abruptly. She turned her head to look at him and said softly, "It's okay."

After icing, the pain had gradually dissipated, and it only hurt a little when pressed.

After speaking, she wrinkled her nose and sniffed. The fresh scent of lemon in the air instantly permeated, lingering in the entire lounge, covering up the original medicinal smell.

While she was sniffing back and forth, Huo Jingcheng had already stepped forward toward the sofa, sat down on the single sofa to the side, his legs naturally crossed.

Then, he reached into his sports pants pocket, took out a cigarette case, knocked out a cigarette while sliding it into his mouth, and moved his gaze downward, landing on Su Ruoyun's feet. Her ten toes were like moist pearls, all painted with nude nail polish.

Sensing his gaze, her toes curled involuntarily. Su Ruoyun lowered her eyes. The spray on her lower leg was almost dry. She bent down, slipped her feet into her sneakers, and while bending down to tie her shoelaces, she said, "I feel like my brother quite 'likes' you."

Likes?

Huo Jingcheng raised his hand to hold the cigarette to his lips, about to light it, but when he heard this, his movements stalled abruptly, and then he pulled his lips in disbelief. He wanted to laugh just hearing those two words.

In the promotion of the project between the Bank of China and Hengfeng, Hengfeng continued to compress the profit space and kept lowering the profit points.

He didn't see at all where Su Mingyan liked him.

Watching Huo Jingcheng light the cigarette and slowly exhale, his half-smiling expression unfathomable, Su Ruoyun couldn't help but be curious and asked him: "Are you unhappy?"

In business games, having one more friend is always better than having one more enemy.

Huo Jingcheng pinched the cigarette between his fingertips and moved it away from his lips. His expression couldn't be read for joy or anger, and he spoke in a mocking tone: "Should I be happy to be 'liked' by a man?"

He deliberately emphasized his tone, highlighting the two words "liked."

Hearing this, Su Ruoyun was silent for a moment. "... Seems like that's true."

"Did your brother tell you himself that he likes me?" Huo Jingcheng lifted his eyelids carelessly, speaking clearly word by word.

Hearing this, Su Ruoyun shook her head. "I guessed," she asked tentatively: "Then is your relationship good? Were you... friends or enemies before?"

She was still incredibly curious about the answer to this question.

Huo Jingcheng drooped his eyelids, his black eyes flickering, raising his brows. His right hand rested casually on the sofa armrest, his long fingers bent, tapping the leather surface rhythmically, and he said the classic quote Su Mingyan once said: "There are no permanent friends in the world, nor permanent enemies, only permanent interests."

"So you and my brother put interests first?"

"Want to know the relationship between me and Su Mingyan that much?" His tone carried a bit of playfulness as he asked.

"Yes," Su Ruoyun said honestly: "But you said it yourself, only by becoming your wife can I know the answer." Her memory was good, and she hadn't forgotten Huo Jingcheng's words.

"Then are you curious about your brother, which is why you want to know the reason, or..."

His words paused slightly, and he looked at her with interest, continuing slowly and methodically: "Or... want to understand me?"

Su Ruoyun's heart skipped a beat, but she pretended to be calm on the surface and asked back: "I don't understand what you're asking?"

Huo Jingcheng held the cigarette and smiled noncommittally.

Made somewhat at a loss by his smile, Su Ruoyun stood up, took a few steps back and forth on the spot, and after confirming that there was nothing unusual about walking, she walked toward the restroom.

Just now she had touched her lower leg, and her fingertips were also stained with a scent.

The door was opened a crack, and Su Ruoyun walked in. Before she could turn around to close the door, unexpectedly, another person squeezed into the restroom.

"Hey, what are you doing?" She frowned, the question escaping her lips. At the same time, the restroom door was slammed shut with a "bang," followed by the slight sound of the deadbolt turning.

The next second, her mind was still in chaos, and before she could react, her back had hit the tiled wall heavily. In an instant, the cool sensation passed through her polo shirt to her skin.

Huo Jingcheng stretched out his long arms, propped his hands against the wall, trapped her, lowered his eyes, and narrowed the distance between them bit by bit, his warm breath spraying on her cheeks.

It was itchy, making Su Ruoyun unable to help turning her head to avoid it. She could clearly see her own panicked appearance reflected in his pitch-black pupils.

A curve appeared at the corner of his mouth, his tone light and slow, but every word knocked on her heart: "Your brother likes me, then what about you, do you like me?"

The two were within inches, their breaths intertwined. Su Ruoyun didn't dare to look directly at his well-defined handsome face. Hearing his words, her ears turned red abruptly, and she stubbornly stiffened her neck and said: "I don't like you."

"If you don't like me, why are you blushing?" His voice carried a hint of teasing.

Hearing this, Su Ruoyun subconsciously raised her hand and touched her cheek with the back of her hand.

When she looked at Huo Jingcheng again, she found a hint of teasing in the man's eyes, and she realized that she had been teased.

"Get lost." Su Ruoyun said bluntly.

Seeing that she was truly embarrassed and angry, Huo Jingcheng didn't trap her anymore and loosened his arms.

Su Ruoyun pressed out hand sanitizer, washed her hands carefully, and deliberately didn't pull a paper towel to dry them, her hands still covered in water droplets.

When passing Huo Jingcheng, she raised her hand, flicked it lightly, and flicked the remaining water droplets at him.

Accompanied by a faint hum, the door was pulled open. Su Ruoyun didn't want to stay in the same room with Huo Jingcheng anymore, so she walked toward the door, preparing to leave the lounge.

Just as she pulled the door open and looked out through the crack, she saw someone walking toward this side at the end of the corridor, wearing a black casual sports suit. Who else could it be but Su Mingyan?

She immediately took a step back and hurriedly closed the door again. "Don't go out yet, my brother is coming over."

Less than a minute after her words fell, a crisp knock on the door sounded, and Su Ruoyun's body, leaning against the partition, shook violently.