Quadruplets’ Charm: The Tycoon’s Hidden Heirs
Chapter 352: Better Less Trouble Than More Trouble

Chapter 352: Chapter 352: Better Less Trouble Than More Trouble

Because she was too eager, her body almost collided with his, barely grazing his chest.

Her face, lifted, was inches from Ye Sihan’s.

The proximity made Xing Ling’s breath hitch, enveloped by the man’s presence, her mind momentarily losing the ability to think.

From her chest, a burning heat seeped through her clothes, a tingling sensation spreading to her limbs.

Her heartbeat was abnormally accelerating.

Ye Sihan’s face was as still as water, but his body tensed unconsciously, as if affected by Xing Ling’s closeness in some unnamed way, his slightly narrowed eyes fixated on her dazed face.

When Xing Ling came back to her senses, she immediately stepped back.

Retreating from under the umbrella, she was drenched by the rain again, so she huddled in front of Ye Sihan, cheeks flushed, "The rain is too heavy, let me take shelter for a moment. But why did you turn back? Are you going to help me fix my car?"

Ye Sihan gazed at her, his thin lips parting slightly, "Weren’t you cursing with gusto a moment ago?"

"Did I? I don’t think so. You must have heard wrong," Xing Ling chuckled, her beautiful, large eyes still dazzling even in the dark.

The dark depths of Ye Sihan’s eyes dimmed, filled with unfathomable emotions, as if ripples flashed through them.

At that moment, the driver who had checked the car came over, "The wiring is burnt, we need to tow it for repairs."

"Ah..." Xing Ling looked despondently at her car.

She had rented it when she came to the capital for convenience during filming, never expecting it to be so unreliable.

Her eyes swiveled, and she looked at Ye Sihan with a beaming smile, "Could you give me a lift?"

When Xing Ling sat in the Rolls-Royce, she was still quite surprised.

She had thought she would be refused!

A towel was thrown onto her, Xing Ling gratefully exclaiming, "Thank you, thank you!" Her hair was wet, her body was wet.

As she was drying her hair, she felt an intense gaze upon her and looked over suspiciously, colliding with those deep and inscrutable eyes.

Following Ye Sihan’s gaze, Xing Ling looked down at her chest.

She was wearing a dress that was white on top and black on the bottom.

Upon contact with water, the white part clung to her skin, clearly outlining the black bra underneath.

It was as if she was wearing nothing but a bra on her upper body, exposed in front of a stranger.

"Ah!" Xing Ling exclaimed, immediately covering her chest with the towel, her face flushed red, "You... stop looking like that!"

Ye Sihan was unfazed, "You can choose to get out of the car."

Xing Ling looked at the relentless rain outside the car window, frowning slightly, her lips pursed.

She didn’t want to get out of the car.

She clutched the towel tightly to her chest, determined not to let him see.

The driver had to speak up, "Miss... Miss Xing, where do you live?"

"Are you driving me home? That’s great!" Xing Ling immediately told the driver the address of her upscale apartment. "I really appreciate it. Otherwise, I’d still be in the rain."

She thought to herself, did the driver just say ’Tang’? A slip of the tongue?

"Miss Xing, do you know Tang Yu?" the driver asked.

"Tang Yu?" Xing Ling was clueless, "I don’t know him. Who’s that?"

"Never mind, I thought you might know him."

Xing Ling was even more confused. Should she know him? A Hollywood actor? She didn’t dwell on it further.

Then she noticed that Ye Sihan kept staring at her face.

What exactly was he looking at? He couldn’t be having improper thoughts, could he?

Quite possibly, since Ye Sihan had a wife and had also found a lover.

So, to a man like him, there was no difference between having one lover and two.

"By the way, weren’t you dropping off Wu Qianqian? How come you split up so quickly?" Xing Ling asked.

"What do you think I was going to do?"

Xing Ling was at a loss for words.

Were Ye Sihan and Wu Qianqian too pure? Or were her thoughts too lewd?

Feeling uncomfortable under Ye Sihan’s scrutiny, her cheeks slightly reddened in the dim light.

She thought to herself, how can this be my fault?

If you go to pick up Wu Qianqian so late and she’s drunk at that hour, it’s never going to be innocent...

Xing Ling cleared her throat and asked, "Do you have a wife and children? I think what you’re doing isn’t quite right. Your wife would be heartbroken, your children disappointed, and it would lead to discord in the family, which is a serious problem."

She wanted to tell Ye Sihan that even if her thoughts were skewed, that was just in her mind, whereas Ye Sihan’s actions amounted to keeping a mistress!

Which was much worse than her!

"Are you teaching me how to behave?" Ye Sihan’s presence chilled the air, creating a high-pressure environment in the confined car space.

"No," Xing Ling said, feeling on tenterhooks. "But why do you keep... staring at me?"

Voiced her inner doubts.

It wasn’t that Ye Sihan seemed taken with her, but his gaze was assessing, sharp, and carried a chilling coldness that made one’s scalp tingle.

Ye Sihan said nothing, and coldly withdrew his stare, ignoring her question outright.

Xing Ling pursed her lips and fell silent as well.

Speaking with Ye Sihan was quite pressurizing, mainly because the man had such an imposing aura, even just sitting there.

Was this the result of being nurtured by power?

The ride was silent all the way to the apartment entrance. Xing Ling thanked him and got out of the car.

The Rolls-Royce departed without pause, quickly vanishing into the night as if it had never appeared, indifferent.

As soon as Xing Ling entered the house, she called out to her second brother, but no one answered.

Had he gone out and not returned yet?

Never mind that, time for a shower! Her hair was still wet and sticky, which felt uncomfortable.

She went into the bathroom to shower.

Some people look good in clothes, but that can change once they’re stripped away.

Without her clothes, Xing Ling seemed even more seductive and alluring than when she was dressed.

With curves in all the right places, a waist that was both slim and soft, and skin that was fair and supple.

But upon closer inspection, on her flat abdomen, there were faint stretch marks that were never given much thought, perhaps from pregnancy or weight gain.

As she unclasped the ladies’ watch from her wrist, a pale scar was visible.

Her family had told her it was from cutting herself with a knife when she was a child.

Staring at the scar, Ye Sihan’s handsome yet cold face suddenly flashed through her mind.

Above his brow, there was a scar similar to hers, light and barely noticeable.

Injured in such a place... Could someone of Ye Sihan’s status also get hurt?

Perhaps he had too many enemies?

Xing Ling clicked her tongue, convinced that if Ye Sihan could get injured, his opponent must have ended up in a far worse state.

Probably dead and gone without a trace!

After the shower, she came out just as Xing Yanjie rushed into the house, "Second brother?"

"When did you come back? You didn’t answer your phone, and I couldn’t find you even when I drove around looking for you!" Xing Yanjie was terrified something had happened to her during his frantic search.

His complexion was still somewhat pale.

"I’m sorry, second brother, I dropped my phone at the bar, and the car broke down on the road." Xing Ling said apologetically.

She too was anxious, knowing that if she didn’t return home late, her second brother would worry.

Xing Yanjie handed her the phone, "You can drop a phone; how come you didn’t go missing too?"

Xing Ling chuckled, "If I did, wouldn’t you and big brother be heartbroken?"

Xing Yanjie, irritated, ruffled her wet hair forcefully.

Xing Ling shrank back, giggling sheepishly.

"What a lousy car. I’ll buy you a new one tomorrow."

"No need, in less than half a month I’ll be leaving Kyoto anyway. Buying a car would be a waste."

"I can afford to waste," Xing Yanjie didn’t care. Nothing was more important than Xing Ling’s safety!

As Xing Ling was about to head to her room, Xing Yanjie seemed to remember something and asked, "If the car was broken, how did you get back?"

Caught off guard, she stammered, "I... took a taxi!"

Xing Yanjie was skeptical, "In that heavy rain?"

"That’s why I was soaked to the bone! The clothes are in the washing machine; go check if you don’t believe me." After speaking, Xing Ling turned and went into her room.

Back in her room, she lay on the comfortable bed and let her mind go blank for a few seconds.

She thought about everything that had happened that evening.

It all seemed rather theatrical.

And why didn’t she tell her second brother? Because he was always suspicious of every man who took an interest in her.

If he knew she had gotten a ride home with Ye Sihan, it wouldn’t just be suspicion—it would be conviction!

Creating something out of nothing, looking for trouble where there was none.

So, it was better to avoid the hassle and not mention it at all.

Turning over, she buried her face into the pillow, thinking to herself that she wouldn’t fall for Ye Sihan, for she had someone she liked.

Thinking of that person she liked filled her with joy, making her eager to get back home.

With those dreams in her head, Xing Ling fell asleep.