usatvline Chapter 886 Many Women
Chapter 886 Many Women
At dusk at Kuncheng High-speed Railway Station, the setting sun dyed the glass curtain wall of the exit into a warm gold.
Teng Zijing walked in front, the hem of his black windbreaker rising slightly with his steps, giving him an air of dominance that kept strangers away.
Deng Zhouyi followed behind, dragging two suitcases, and holding Yu Qianqian tightly with his other hand——
Arriving in Kuncheng, Yu Qianqian seemed to have broken free from invisible constraints. The tension between her brows faded a lot, and she felt relaxed all over.
The wind in Kuncheng is softer than that in Q City and not as biting.
Yu Qianqian wore a pair of washed white jeans and a light grey cropped sweater.
A fair and slender neck was revealed under the V-neck, but the skin looked a little dry and red due to the long journey.
She dragged her small suitcase and followed Teng Zijing step by step. She couldn't help but glance at Deng Zhouyi from the corner of her eyes.
After spending the past two days together, the cold look he had that night had long since disappeared. Now, as he lowered his head to listen to her,
Her eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyes, so gentle that she felt a little dazed, as if she were dreaming.
When we arrived at the parking lot, the Maserati was parked in a conspicuous place, its streamlined body glowing coldly in the twilight.
Deng Zhouyi opened the trunk first, and when he put the suitcase in, there was a slight "dong" sound.
He turned around and was about to open the car door for Teng Zijing when he heard him say, "I'll sit in the back, you drive."
Deng Zhouyi didn't respond, but took a step back, opened the back door, and put his hands on the roof.
After Teng Zijing bent down and got in, he closed the car door before opening the passenger door and saying, "Qianqian, get in."
Yu Qianqian stared at the million-dollar luxury car, pinching the corner of her clothes with her fingers, feeling a little uneasy - this was the first time in her life that she had been so close to such an expensive car.
"Hurry up and get in the car," Teng Zijing urged from the back seat, "We have a dinner party later."
Yu Qianqian froze for half a second. Deng Zhouyi gently touched her arm and said, "Get in the car. Don't be nervous."
She lowered her head and sat down. When she thought that the people at the dinner table might all be strangers,
Being the only stranger there, my palms began to sweat and I wrung my hands together in my knees.
Deng Zhouyi closed the car door, walked around to the driver's seat and sat down. Seeing that she had her head down and didn't move, he reached out to pull the seat belt. Yu Qianqian shrank to the side as if she was burned.
"Let me fasten your seat belt." His voice deepened, with an unquestionable gentleness.
"Oh... I can do it myself." Yu Qianqian hurriedly raised her hand, her fingertips clumsily hooked on the seat belt.
Her face flushed red as the metal buckle clicked shut.
Teng Zijing saw it clearly from the back seat and felt like a bright light bulb.
He quickly took out his cell phone to hide his embarrassment, swiped the screen, and called Jiang Chengyu.
The phone rang for the third time and the other end picked up the call. I could faintly hear the sound of a printer in the background.
"Hello, Mr. Jing." Jiang Chengyu answered the phone.
"We are back," Teng Zijing said concisely.
"Have you arrived in Kuncheng?" Jiang Chengyu's voice came through the receiver, a little hoarse from having just come out of the busyness.
"Well," Teng Zijing leaned back in his chair, "Are you free tonight? Let's have dinner together."
"Okay..." Jiang Chengyu's answer sounded a little nonchalant.
Teng Zijing raised his eyebrows: "If you are really busy, there is no need to rush."
"It's okay. We're just revising the engineering drawings for a project. It won't cause any delay." The other party paused and added.
"See you at seven at the usual place." Teng Zijing raised his hand to check the time. "It's five o'clock now. I'll go back to the company and go straight there when the time comes."
"Okay, Mr. Jing." Jiang Chengyu responded.
After hanging up the phone, the car became quiet again.
Deng Zhouyi held the steering wheel firmly with both hands, and the Maserati was like a black lightning.
He nimbly maneuvers through the evening rush hour traffic, overtaking and changing lanes with alacrity.
Arriving at the bottom of Fengteng International, Teng Zijing pushed open the car door and said, "You guys go and rest first. I'll go upstairs to take care of something. I'll drive over to the dinner myself, so you don't need to pick me up."
Before he could finish his words, the car door slammed shut and he had already strode into the office building, his back as straight as a pine tree.
Deng Zhouyi started the car, and Yu Qianqian asked quietly, "Where are we going now?"
"My home." He turned his head and said with a faint smile, "Wash up. I'm going to see Mr. Jiang later. I can't go there covered in dust, right?"
Yu Qianqian's face flushed red: "Your...home?"
Deng Zhouyi seemed to see through her thoughts and added: "It's a private apartment in Fengteng International. Mr. Jing gave it to me. I live there alone.
My mother is still working as a maid in the Teng family, she doesn't know what's going on here - if she knew I secretly accepted Mr. Jing's house, she would definitely pull my ears off. "
Yu Qianqian blinked and asked softly, "Does your mother often pull your ears?"
"Not really," Deng Zhouyi smiled, but a trace of loneliness suddenly flashed across his eyes, like a candle blown out by the wind, "I was just kidding."
As soon as he finished speaking, the image of his mother pulling his ear with red eyes flashed through his mind.
"You troublesome thing, kneel down in front of me." She made him kneel down in front of Teng Junhao.
"Bah, you still want to have a normal relationship, are you worthy of it?" That voice, like a thorn, came on the night when Yu Qianqian threatened to jump off the building to commit suicide.
The car quickly drove into the Fengteng International Private Apartment Area. The moment the code was scanned through the car window, the electric barrier automatically raised up with a "click" and slowly let the car pass.
The lights of the apartment buildings on both sides of the road gradually lit up, and the off-white exterior walls glowed with a warm light in the twilight.
The landscape lights downstairs outline the contours of the bushes, exuding a low-key luxury.
Deng Zhouyi parked the car steadily in the exclusive parking space and pulled the handbrake. Yu Qianqian was staring at the neat rows of apartments outside the window in a daze.
He got out of the car first and took out her suitcase from the trunk, then walked around to the passenger side and opened the door. Then he naturally took her hand and said softly, "We're here, come with me!"
Yu Qianqian's fingertips were wrapped in the warmth of his palm. She said "hmm" softly and followed him into the apartment building.
The crystal chandelier in the lobby casts soft light, making the marble floor shiny.
Deng Zhouyi took her hand and ran straight to the elevator. He reached out and pressed the up button. The numbers on the screen were slowly decreasing layer by layer.
The elevator door opened with a ding, Deng Zhouyi pulled her in, and pressed the button for the top floor.
The mirrored wall reflected the figures of the two people. Yu Qianqian looked at her tightly pursed lips, and her heart beat inexplicably faster.
The top floor arrived quickly. After exiting the elevator, the corridor was covered with thick carpet, making no sound when stepped on.
Deng Zhouyi stopped in front of a dark wooden door, pressed his fingertips lightly on the combination lock, and with a "beep", the door lock popped open.
"Come in," he moved sideways to let her in. "The bathroom is on the left. Take a shower first and relax. I'll go cut some fruit for you."
Yu Qianqian walked into the house and glanced at the living room - light grey fabric sofa, wooden coffee table,
There is a minimalist ink painting hanging on the wall. The overall layout is simple but exudes a sense of design, and the simplicity hides a sense of grandeur.
She stood at the entrance, not knowing where to put her hands and feet, her cheeks slightly hot.
Deng Zhouyi changed into slippers and turned back to see her still standing there. He suddenly remembered something and scratched his head: "Oh, by the way, I'm sorry, I didn't prepare your supplies at home."
He picked up his phone, walked quickly to the window, and made a call in a straightforward tone:
"Fengteng International Private Apartments, Building A, Unit 8, Top Floor. Send a set of women's toiletries over right away. The best quality. Oh, and two pairs of slippers, size 36."
After hanging up the phone, he turned and walked into the open kitchen, opened the refrigerator, took out strawberries, blueberries and mangoes, and rinsed them carefully in the sink.
The sound of running water made the living room particularly quiet. Yu Qianqian looked at his back as he bent over to wash the fruit, and her heart felt like a fluttering deer.
When Deng Zhouyi came out with the fruit plate, he saw Yu Qianqian staring at him in a daze.
He placed the fruit plate on the coffee table, sat down opposite her, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Come and sit here. Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something dirty on my face?"
Yu Qianqian lowered her head, her voice so soft it sounded like a sigh: "I just feel... all of this is so unreal."
From the main hall of my hometown to this bright apartment, from my parents' opposition to the calmness of the moment, it's like a bizarre dream.
"Then do you believe in love at first sight?" Deng Zhouyi suddenly asked, his eyes falling on her drooping eyelashes.
Yu Qianqian shook her head, her fingertips unconsciously clenching the corner of her clothes, not knowing what he wanted to say.
After a moment of silence, she suddenly looked up with a hint of confusion in her eyes: "How do you know I wear size 36 shoes?"
Deng Zhouyi stood up and pulled her to sit on the sofa, then he squatted down and gently held her hand.
His palms felt a little hot, but his voice was filled with a subtle nervousness: "To be honest, I saw it that day... when we were together."
His Adam's apple rolled slightly, he avoided her gaze, and whispered, "I used to believe what my mother said, thinking that people like me were not worthy of having a family or loving someone.
So over the years, I've just been...living in the moment, meeting a lot of women...naturally, when I see your feet, I understand your size."
The four words "quite a few women" were like a needle. Yu Qianqian pulled her hand back abruptly, her fingertips feeling cold. She looked at him in disbelief, the light in her eyes dimming little by little.
Deng Zhouyi's heart sank, and he hurriedly explained: "If you dislike me, I can explain it to President Jiang. I will agree to any compensation you want.
I just hope you don't hurt yourself again. I was a jerk before and didn't mean to hurt you."
He paused for a few seconds, as if mustering up all his courage, looked up into her eyes, and said word by word:
"If...if you don't mind, from now on, I, Deng Zhouyi, will only be good to you.
I've cut off all that mess out there. Can you trust me just once, please?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the doorbell rang "Ding Dong Ding Dong".
Deng Zhouyi stood up as if relieved: "Your supplies should have arrived."
He walked quickly to the door, opened it, and saw a young man in a suit standing outside with a few bags.
"Assistant Deng, this is what you asked for." The young man handed over the bag respectfully.
Deng Zhouyi took over: "Manager Wu, I'm in trouble."
"Of course I do. I still have things to do in the department, so I'll go back first." Manager Wu nodded, turned around and left quickly.
Deng Zhouyi closed the door, took the bag back to the living room, took out a pink shoe box, unpacked it and put the cotton slippers on the floor.
He squatted down again and reached out to take off Yu Qianqian's sneakers. She quickly shrank back in fear: "I can do it myself. Why should I trouble you..."
"I will help you change your shoes, wash your feet, and cook for you every day." Deng Zhouyi held her ankle.
His tone was too serious to be a joke. "Everything has a first time. Today, let's start by changing shoes."
His long, beautiful fingers gently untied the shoelaces, carefully helped her take off her shoes, and put her feet into soft cotton slippers.
At that moment, Yu Qianqian looked at his drooping eyebrows and suddenly felt that this unreal dream seemed to have a warm touch.