The Outcast Heiress’s Secret Identities
Chapter 927 - 0903 Only you are the exception_2

Chapter 927: 0903 Only you are the exception_2

"Not interested in me? Then who are you interested in? Shen Ji? Or some suitor who has caught your fancy?"

Ling Qingan slightly tilted her head up, her brows and eyes still smiling brightly. She instinctively withdrew the hand that had just grabbed Wen Jichen’s lapel, placing it between their bodies to create as much distance as possible.

"Interested in anyone but you!"

Wen Jichen’s face darkened, his eyes cold and intimidating. His gaze fell on her lips, watching as they uttered those piercing words, his eyes deepening as if they could drip ink. He slowly locked eyes with her, and those eyes were still beautiful and charming, yet as calm as still water, like a lifeless pool.

Thinking about what to say to stir a ripple in those beautiful eyes, but even he, or everything between them, she no longer cared about.

He slightly curled his lips into a smile, a hint of coldness emerging from the curve.

"Ling Qingan, you should know the consequences of angering me."

"Already angered you, so what should I do? Imprison me?"

Ling Qingan’s subtle lip quirk showed success as she saw his pupils contract, and she went on to say:

"Well, after all, it’s not like you haven’t done it before."

The restroom fell into a silent stillness.

Ling Qingan’s tense body gradually relaxed, she shifted her arm, which was wedged between them, looking at the man’s incomparably handsome face with an enticing smile.

"Director Wen, can you let me go now? If someone sees us like this, it seems... not very good."

"Not very good?" Wen Jichen narrowed his eyes slightly, "Is it bad to be seen, or worried that someone in particular will see?"

Ling Qingan didn’t deny it, "Of course, all of the above. I don’t want to be misunderstood."

Wen Jichen let out a cold laugh, "Is it that you don’t want to be misunderstood, or are you afraid that Shen Ji will see and you won’t be able to step into the door of the Shen Family?"

Ling Qingan chuckled lightly, pushing against the man’s chest.

"Indeed, I don’t want him to misunderstand, it’s also a reminder for Director Wen to mind your behavior, after all, you have a girlfriend now. If your precious girlfriend finds out you’re tangled with... other women, how heartbroken would she be? Aren’t you just asking for trouble?

Of course, I’m also worried if your precious girlfriend finds out and comes after me, she is a rich young lady, a big star in the entertainment industry, and I’m just a nobody. If I get hurt, who will I turn to for justice?"

She spoke, bending against the wall to leave Wen Jichen’s embrace.

Wen Jichen withdrew his arm from the wall, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, and slowly blew out the smoke, which veiled his handsome features in a layer of haze.

Standing tall and straight, the cigarette clamped between two fingers, he looked at her with an expression that was neither a smile nor a look of displeasure.

"Other women?"

Ling Qingan drew her gaze back from his left wrist and, hearing this, curled her lips.

"What else then?"

She glanced at his wrist once more, then turned and left the restroom.

When she returned, almost everyone at Shen Ji’s table was strewn about drunk, except for Shen Ji, who sat elegantly in his seat, always maintaining a look of genteel elegance.

Seeing Ling Qingan return, his brows gradually unfurrowed.

"Where did you go?"

Noticing his still somewhat tense demeanor, Ling Qingan smiled, "The restroom, what’s up?"

Shen Ji exhaled slightly and shook his head, "Nothing, just realized you weren’t here."

At the same time, Wen Jichen’s tall, erect figure sauntered over from the direction of the restroom. Ling Qingan, with her back to him, did not notice, but Shen Ji’s eyes met his cold, deep gaze.

In that moment of eye contact, sparks seemed to fly in the air. Shen Ji glanced in the direction behind him and pursed his lips.

Wen Jichen’s thin lips drew a barely noticeable, cool smile, as the private room door opened and then closed again.

Shen Ji looked at that door for a long while before retracting his gaze, bowing his head to look at Ling Qingan.

"You..."

Ling Qingan lifted her eyes to look at him, puzzled, "Hmm?"

"I saw Wen Jichen come back from the direction of the restroom, you and he..."

Ling Qingan, upon hearing this, found it somewhat amusing.

"Really? Didn’t run into him, guess there wasn’t a chance to reminisce."

Hearing her casual tone, Shen Ji sighed helplessly, turning to look at the crowd laid out from drinking, clearly today’s event couldn’t continue.

"Want to go downstairs for a walk? Or go straight back to the room to rest?" Shen Ji looked at Ling Qingan and asked in a low voice.

At this moment, the private room door opened again, and Wen Jichen came out, followed by Yin Xiner.

Ling Qingan, not seeing them, casually replied:

"Take a walk downstairs."

Shen Ji nodded, and the two headed towards the elevator.

Behind them, Wen Jichen and Yin Xiner also headed towards the elevator, evidently ending their activity for the day as well.

Li Xu’s engagement banquet was held at a hotel under Li’s, with rooms upstairs for guests to rest for convenience.

During this, many guests had drunkenly stumbled back to their rooms. Wen Jichen and Yin Xiner followed behind them, yet Ling Qingan and Shen Ji didn’t notice, idly chatting whilst pressing the elevator’s down button.

"Back for so long, have you been back to visit the school?"

Ling Qingan shook her head, "No."

Shen Ji chuckled: "The school has changed quite a bit now, want me to take you back to see it someday?"

"Sure!"

Ling Qingan agreed without hesitation, and Shen Ji, seeing her slightly flushed cheeks, laughed:

"But your alcohol tolerance seems better now, I remember you used to get drunk after just one drink."

Ling Qingan paused, her pretty eyes staring at the numbers changing on the display panel.

"People do change."

Wen Jichen’s indifferent expression flickered for a moment.

People do change?

So, those eyes once so eager to stay on him now no longer glanced his way at all?

The thin lips drew up into a cold, sparse smile.