Chapter 20.2 - Send Me Home
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Cen Simiao was talking to someone, chatting about some business affairs. She had little experience in this field but was quite curious to learn more. The other side spoke with fervor and assurance, so she nodded and made sure to keep the information in mind.
Right as the other party was at the height of their enthusiasm in explaining something, Cen Simiao quietly looked over to where An Zeru was sitting from the corner of her eye.
Immediately, the corner of her lips curved. She had on a gentle smile as if she wasn’t the same person who was by the fountain earlier. All of a sudden, the other party stopped talking and looked towards the center of the hall, then asked in a light voice, "Let’s also go dance for a round, what do you think?"
Cen Simiao lowered her lashes.
She danced exceptionally well, every one of her steps was in rhythm with the music. As the skirt of her dress swayed, her dancing posture was the most outstanding among the group. In contrast, her partner was a little inferior.
But the other side was obviously quite happy, content with this opportunity.
An Zeru tilted his head as his eyes continued to follow her. Swirling the glass in his hand, he saw the smile in Cen Simiao’s eyes, which appeared very gentle and refined.
With a snort, "Sham."
As if to cooperate with him, Cen Simiao smiled even more gently.
An Zeru sullenly downed another glass of wine.
A moment later, the music abruptly stopped.
Those who were dancing stopped and confusedly looked around. The person in charge of the equipment hurriedly went over to check. Several wires had been cut. It would take some time to get them connected again.
But by that time, the atmosphere would have long turned cold.
Suddenly, ear-breaking music echoed through the hall, which was particularly noisy. Following the sound over, they found An Zeru holding a mobile phone with the volume turned up to the maximum.
Seeing that everyone was looking at him, he raised an eyebrow and leisurely invited, "Come, I'll present everyone a dance. No need for the fun to be spoiled. Let them rush to repair it, we can keep playing."
There was a sense of unruliness on An Zeru’s brows, and as soon as his words fell, he walked to the center with a smile on his lips. His movements were very explosive. His outerwear had long been taken off, leaving him wearing only a sleeveless shirt that exposed his arms and shoulders. The lines of the muscles on his arms made it seem particularly strong.
The person in charge of the party understood his signals and turned off the chandeliers, changing them to flickering spotlights. This caused the atmosphere to become even more infectious and all of a sudden, the hall became lively again.
He ended his last movement with his chin slightly raised, his eyes exceptionally arrogant and untamed, fully exuding rebelliousness and extravagance.
Cen Simiao's gaze fell on his waist that was wrapped by his clothes.
An Zeru's forehead was covered with a layer of sweat by the time he finished dancing, and he lightly panted as he walked back. As he passed Cen Simiao, he didn't look at her at all but just treated it as if she didn't exist at all.
Cen Simiao narrowed her eyes.
It was already very late by the time the banquet ended. Gu Yu had wanted for a while to find a chance to coax Cen Simiao during the banquet, so when he didn’t see her in the hall earlier, he had gone out to look for her once but didn’t manage to run into her.
Afterward, he again couldn’t find a chance to speak with her.
He was prepared to pull Cen Simiao to go home together, but in a moment of inattentiveness, he lost track of her again.
At a corner outside of the hall.
It was a particularly oppressive night such that even the lights at the entrance of the hall felt useless. An Zeru looked down at his motorcycle, ready to push it to the garage when suddenly, he heard the sound of heels stepping across the floor.
He frowned on conditional reflex.
Without looking up, he heard: “Are you free?”
Sure enough, a voice that he was exceptionally familiar with. He placed the tip of his tongue against his teeth and focused his gaze on the handlebar of the motorcycle. "No."
Cen Simiao's tone was gentle, it was the first time she used such a tone with him, "Can you send me home?"
An Zeru raised his eyes, eyes full of mockery. "For there to be no one willing to send Miss Gu home? You really think I'm just that easy to fool? I've had too much to drink tonight.”
She shook her head. "I get carsick. Bike me back[2]."
An Zeru: "Just walk back."
Cen Simiao’s tone was sincere, "I’m wearing heels, my feet would hurt."
"It didn't even hurt when you climbed six flights of stairs, but it hurts now?"
She paused, then suddenly smiled and openly stared at him for him to see. "I wanted to touch your waist, it seemed like it would feel good."
An Zeru raised his eyes, chin taut while biting the tip of his tongue, forming a reckless grin. "Good taste."
Then he sat on the motorcycle seat with his legs wide open. He leaned his body until he was in front of Cen Simiao's eyes. The distance between the tips of their noses was very close, and he slowly asked, "No way to get home?"
Cen Simiao leisurely replied, "That’s right."
His expression converged as if he knowingly understood. He nodded, then hooked up the corners of his lips and smiled arrogantly. "It's none of my d★mn business."
[2] That’s right! This is a bike! A regular bike, manual bike! So no, not that motorcycle right there. So… No DUI.
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