Chapter 20.1 - Send Me Home
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The smell of the cigarettes combined with the scent of the perfume both mixed together, inhaled to fill the nasal cavity. An Zeru was stunned for a moment with the cigarette still in his mouth, not knowing how to react.
Suddenly, the ash from the cigarette fell onto the back of his hand.
He finally regained his sense. Immediately frowning, he pulled out roughly the cigarette from his mouth as the back of his hand already turned red and blew it a few times. He retreated backward with quite the expression of disgust.
With a sneer, "Who the hell would want to be involved with you."
Finished speaking, he turned his head to the side, snuffed out the cigarette in his hand, and pretended to start the motorcycle. Cen Simiao narrowed her eyes and called out to him, "Hey."
An Zeru didn't pay attention to her at all, and his hands didn't stop. When he turned the key, the crisp sound of her heels rang out again and he felt a warmth next to his ear.
His body unconsciously shifted.
Cen Simiao was as if she was coaxing a child. "Isn’t your temper a bit too much? Don't be angry..."
An Zeru felt that he was becoming angrier from this treatment. It was still okay if she hadn’t said anything, but once she opened her mouth, he felt annoyed. He drew his jaw taut and endured it.
Finally, still unable to hold it back, with a turn of his head, he met her gaze.
Cen Simiao raised her eyebrows, then lowered her eyelashes and did not continue to stare at him but, instead, took a casual draw of her cigarette. His cold tone sounded, "Regardless of how I am, it’s not yours to judge."
"Best to save your worries and put on a few more face masks, Jiejie[1]."
Cen Simiao held the cigarette between her fingers. Tilting her head, she blew out the smoke. When she turned back to look at him, she saw that his face was full of mockery, an appearance that seemed like he didn’t want to pay attention to her at all.
She chuckled, lowered her eyes, and pulled his hand. Before An Zeru was even able to react, he was caught, and the lit cigarette was placed in his hand.
Cen Simiao's tone was slow and casual, "To actually be so angry... Then you don't have to return it. Here, keep it well."
Then she immediately turned and walked back towards the hall.
With her soft waist and slender legs, her gait was very charming.
An Zeru’s face was very ugly when he lowered his eyes to snuff out the cigarette, and he gnashed his teeth after seeing the lipstick mark left on the cigarette.
It was different from the bright red that was on his Adam's apple the other day.
He was stupefied for a moment before he regained his mind again, but by that time, the figure in front of him was already some distance away. Then he suddenly remembered why Cen Simiao would be here and pursed his lips. He didn't expect she really was somehow related to the An family.
What exactly was she planning?
An Zeru didn't go back to his room to change his clothes. Instead, he directly went into the hall dressed in casual clothes and became particularly conspicuous among the group of people who were wearing suits and leather shoes.
No matter how unwilling he was, he could still weigh the situation out clearly. When he saw someone smiling towards him, he would exchange a few words, all while he seamlessly glanced over the crowd several times.
The young girl who was standing next to him was particularly attentive and had noticed his actions. Dragging him to a side, she whispered, "Who are you looking for? Your buddies have the same character as you. If they could get out of coming, they wouldn’t be here. It’s only Uncle An that’s particularly impressive, even able to call you back."
An Zeru absentmindedly agreed.
After a pause, he suddenly asked Xiao Suhan, "Have you seen a woman in a black dress?"
Xiao Suhan had yet to understand the question before he further added, “One who looked especially proud and arrogant.”
Xiao Suhan lowered her eyelashes and curved the corner of her lips into a smile, then jokingly asked, "When have you ever taken such an initiative to find some little sister?"
He scoffed, and his just smoothened brows furrowed again in displeasure. "Little sister? More like a big sis."
Xiao Suhan frowned and was about to continue asking when she saw An Zeru shift his gaze to the side, seeming as if he didn’t want to continue talking about it.
So she also didn't bother to be nosy anymore.
The banquet was at the height of its liveliness, currently on the third song as people danced in pairs. Xiao Suhan drank a sip of the red wine, feeling bored, and coquettishly said, "Let's also go dance. It's boring to stay here like this."
An Zeru couldn't work up any interest and told her to find someone else to dance with first.
Xiao Suhan suddenly paused and blankly stared towards the entrance at the side of the hall. A fair body wrapped in a long black dress with a slender neck and back straight and upright.
There was a smile on the other side’s lips right now, but her entire aura made it seem as if she was someone difficult to approach.
Unconsciously, Xiao Suhan took a glance at An Zeru. He was looking down at the red wine in his glass and hadn't noticed the other yet. Suddenly, he turned his head and saw Xiao Suhan's expression. He frowned.
Xiao Suhan raised an eyebrow. "What? I can’t look at you?"
He chuckled, shook his head, and didn’t continue to say anything. Finished with his first glass of wine and right as he was getting a second glass, he looked up and the corner of his eye twitched, a long black dress reflected in his eyes.
He swallowed, then took a big sip from the new glass.
[1] ‘Jiejie’ means older sister; in this case, it was used for the sarcasm.
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