Chapter 19.2 - Meeting Again
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Continuing straight out from the banquet hall was the main entrance, that place was particularly spacious. The lights were bright but the sky was contrary dark with no moon in sight.
The fountain danced with great momentum like a waterfall.
She stood by the side and felt that it was much cooler than before. Inside the hall just now, there were just too many people that she felt horribly suffocated. Cen Simiao frowned as she thought of the fact that she hadn’t even seen a shadow of An Zeru after sitting around the entire night.
If he doesn't show up, wouldn’t she have attended this banquet for nothing?
An Zeru was deliberately hiding outside. Whenever he sees his father put on all these pretenses, he would simply have a headache, fearing that he would be dragged to the banquet to put on a mask and speak nonsense.
He was originally playing billiards when his phone rang consecutively five times.
He didn't pick it up.
Already having thought up the excuse that he hadn’t heard it because the phone had been on silent.
The result was, the phone of someone with him rang instead.
The other side of the call stated, "If he doesn’t come back this time, all the cards will be locked."
An Zeru was sitting on a belly full of anger.
The water falling sounded endless as Cen Simiao closed her eyes, her posture becoming especially comfortable. Suddenly, her brows furrowed and her eyes opened with all seriousness.
She seemed to hear the vibration of a motor, of tires rolling across the ground, and the sound of its instantaneous friction. It was the same as that night.
The sound became louder and louder and a bright dot appeared in the distance. Within a few seconds, it became a ball of light as the sound vibrated within her ears. The person riding the motorcycle held the handles tightly while the curve of their back was just right, allowing the posture to appear casual and at ease.
It was getting closer and closer. Cen Simiao could already hear the muffled sound of the fuel tank.
That beam of light was particularly dazzling as it approached, and the moment before she closed her eyes, she saw the motorcyclist with their hair blown back by the wind, showing their broad forehead and the slightly raised corners of their eyes. Eyes that reflected arrogance and rebelliousness.
Without slowing down at all, he went straight towards her. With a gust of wind, her dress fluttered wildly and the hair in front of her forehead blocked her eyes.
The dark night was oppressive. As the water fell from the fountain, some splashed onto her skirt, leaving a wet patch wrapping around her waist in a delicate embrace.
An Zeru stared at her as the light from the motorcycle landed on her, clearly revealing her facial features.
When Cen Simiao opened her eyes again, the motorcycle was already about to crash into her. Just as she was about to dodge in a hurry, An Zeru suddenly turned the motorcycle away such that it rose off the ground for a few seconds before falling down again, already facing in another direction.
The motorcycle finally stopped.
He turned his head and pulled out a smile on his lips, which had a sense of mockery.
Cen Simiao's eyes followed his gaze back to his eyes, and he did not look away. His legs straddled the motorcycle as he lifted his chin, his brows and corners of his eyes reflected his bad and unsettled mood.
She walked over on her heels, the sound particularly clear, without the slightest embarrassment. Cen Simiao stopped a few steps away from him with a relaxed appearance.
The corner of her lips quirked. "What brought you so much grievance this time?"
The tone ended softly like a feather. An Zeru sized her up from top to bottom. How she was dressed today was obviously completely different from the other night, but he absolutely wouldn’t mistake this hateful look of hers.
He sneered and lifted his foot to place on the motorcycle before leaning back. "Truthfully, this really is the first time I've met someone like you."
Cen Simiao became interested. "So how do you feel?"
An Zeru glanced at her and gave a cold laugh, "That it’s f★ck★ng bad luck."
Today, he was dressed in casual clothes, nice and loose. He took a pack of cigarettes out from his trouser pocket and lit one, taking a deep sip. "You were too generous."
Cen Simiao nodded. Her eyes were like water but they also held a trace of temptation. She wore a strapless dress, paired with her fair skin and soft voice, "Quite right. I helped the hotel make a lot of income that night."
After all, it had been over a dozen room cards.
An Zeru's face turned black as he remembered that he had been deceived like a fool. His tone became very choking, "Really must thank you so much for your generosity and hospitality, truly such a great lesson for me."
Cen Simiao took a step closer, her color of her lips was gentle. "A ‘thank you’ isn’t necessary, just return what you owe me from that day."
An Zeru was originally already in a bad mood, but now, he was even angrier. Frowning, he was about to yell when, suddenly, she came closer again and his thigh felt hot.
He was suddenly a little confused.
By the time he reacted, Cen Simiao had taken out the pack of cigarettes from his pocket. She held one by her fingertips and raised her eyebrows. "I’m taking this cigarette back."
With a gloomy face, An Zeru made sure to grab the lighter first. Unexpectedly, she held the cigarette in her mouth and leaned forward, connecting with the one he already lit.
In an instant, the two were very close.
Their eyes collided with each other. Her eyes were gentle but still very restless. The corner of her eyes quirked up as she clamped the cigarette between her slender fingers. Her head tilted slightly, close to his ear.
"I'm precisely deceiving you."
Taking a look at An Zeru again, the corner of her lips raised, "So... What are you going to do about it?"
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