Zhou Suisui sat quietly on the marble countertop.
Just moments ago, Jiang Zongyan had casually pulled over a towel and placed it beneath her so the marble wouldn’t feel too cold.
With both hands braced at her sides, she let her snow-white legs rest against the edge of the countertop, swinging them lazily.
She leaned forward slightly, her big eyes wide open as she stared without blinking at the Jiang Group president, who was usually decisive and ruthless in the business world—someone who could acquire a listed company without even furrowing his brow.
Yet at that moment, he was bent over in front of the bathtub, his long fingers dipping into the warm water to test its temperature for her.
Zhou Suisui’s heart inexplicably skipped a beat.
The next second, she curled her lips smugly and said, “Brother Yan is so good to me.”
“…”
Feeling the fiery gaze behind him, Jiang Zongyan finally couldn’t take it anymore. He turned around and glared at her with his cold eyes.
“Come here.”
Zhou Suisui immediately drooped, dissatisfied as she pouted. “You’re being mean to me.”
“Wash yourself.”
Jiang Zongyan couldn’t be bothered to entertain her. He took a clean bathrobe from the cabinet beside him and tossed it over her head.
Zhou Suisui’s vision went dark. She quickly pulled it down with her hands, looking like a little kitten with its fur standing on end.
“Jiang Zongyan, can’t you be a little gentler? I’m a girl!”
“What kind of girl stares so shamelessly at a man?”
For some reason, the tips of Jiang Zongyan’s ears turned faintly red.
He had been bent over in front of her, running the bathwater, and that shameless woman had simply stared at him the whole time.
Ahem.
Zhou Suisui had no way to refute that.
They really were… rather round, and seemed quite firm and springy.
Jiang Zongyan poked her forehead. “No wild thoughts!”
Zhou Suisui widened her eyes and retorted unhappily, “What was I thinking? Only people with dirty minds assume that everything is dirty.”
She certainly wasn’t going to admit it so honestly! Not unless he could crawl into her head and see what she was really thinking.
“Hurry up and wash. If the water gets cold, I’m not going to look after you.”
Embarrassed and angry, Jiang Zongyan placed his broad palm on top of her head and forced her to turn around before striding out of the room.
Zhou Suisui glanced back at his hurried retreat, the corners of her lips curling in triumph.
Who would have thought that Jiang Zongyan, a twenty-seven-year-old virgin, could be so easily flustered?
As if she had uncovered some incredible secret, she happily hummed a tune, took off her clothes, and sank into the bathtub.
Outside the door.
Jiang Zongyan casually tugged open his collar, walked over to the bar, and poured himself a glass of cold water.
The icy liquid slid down his throat, taking away some of the heat.
The moment he recalled how Zhou Suisui had teased him, his expression darkened.
Suddenly, a reflected beam of light fell across the countertop in front of him.
He paused slightly, then abruptly raised his head and looked toward the rooftop across from them.
Two black-clad figures were concealed behind a pillar, and the lens of a telescope was pointed directly at this side.
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The moment Jiang Zongyan left the bathroom, Zhou Suisui received a text from Assistant Wen.
[Miss Zhou, CEO Zhou has just left Su Wan’s apartment and is on his way to the Supreme Hotel. He should arrive in about half an hour.]
Half an hour…
That was enough.
Zhou Suisui put away her phone and glanced up at the rooftop across from them.
A-Biao and A-Ling would surely tell her brother every single thing they had seen…
Perfect.
With this good news, together with the back-and-forth she had just had with Jiang Zongyan, the gloom that had weighed on her heart all night vanished in an instant.
More than ten minutes later, the bathroom door opened gently.
Zhou Suisui stepped out wrapped in Jiang Zongyan’s bathrobe.
The men’s bathrobe was far too large for her. Its long hem brushed her knees, the sleeves were rolled up twice, and the loose collar hung open, revealing a small patch of her smooth, pale collarbone.
Wrapped in fabric carrying his cool, cedar-like scent, she looked like a flirtatious little forest elf who had secretly donned an adult’s clothes.
“Brother Yan, I’m a little hungry.”
Zhou Suisui rubbed her flat stomach.
Perhaps because her mood had improved, her appetite had returned as well.
Jiang Zongyan leaned against the bar. His black trench coat had been removed and casually tossed over the armrest of the single sofa nearby, while two buttons at the collar of his white shirt were undone.
The cold white lighting fell across his sharply defined profile, making him look as noble as a man who had stepped out of the moonlight.
At her words, he turned to look at her, his tone sharp.
“You ungrateful little thing. Tell me—why did you run in front of the car just now? If the driver hadn’t managed to stop in time, what would I have used to compensate your brother?”
Heh.
So this was what he had been waiting for—a chance to settle the score with her.
Zhou Suisui hurried over to him, her almond-shaped eyes shimmering as she said with a smile, “I only fell beside the car. I wouldn’t dare run in front of it…”
Suddenly, she met the abrupt narrowing of his eyes and froze. She immediately raised a hand and lightly smacked her own mouth.
This stupid mouth of hers.
The corners of Jiang Zongyan’s lips lifted. He let out a meaningful hum. “So you’re confessing without being asked? Tell me, why did you deliberately fake an accident?”
Zhou Suisui awkwardly scratched her head and tried to change the subject. “Brother Yan, I went out of my way to bring you food. If you don’t appreciate it, fine—but how can you still call me ungrateful?”
She moved closer, until her cheek was almost touching his.
An ambiguous atmosphere instantly wrapped around them, and even the temperature in the room seemed to rise several degrees.
Jiang Zongyan’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He leaned back slightly and looked down at her with an amused yet knowing smile.
“Did you need to fake an accident just to bring me something to eat?”
Was he never going to let that go?
“I don’t care. I’m hungry.”
Zhou Suisui reached out, caught hold of his sleeve, and shook it as she began ordering him around without the slightest hesitation. “I’ve been busy all night and haven’t eaten a thing. Go get the food from the insulated container and eat with me.”
With her tugging at his sleeve, Jiang Zongyan looked at her spoiled, domineering expression and let out a low laugh.
“Zhou Suisui, I’m not your servant. You certainly are getting good at ordering people around.”
Zhou Suisui pouted. Then she reached down and lifted the hem of the bathrobe slightly, revealing her two slender, straight legs.
Against her jade-white skin, the faint scrape on her knee stood out conspicuously.
She pointed at the injury and shamelessly declared, “I’m an injured person now.”
Jiang Zongyan lowered his eyes and quickly glanced at the tiny red mark—it hadn’t even broken the skin. He lifted his gaze to her, his expression difficult to describe.
“If you’d waited a little longer to mention it, the wound would already have healed.”
Though he sounded disdainful, he had already risen and was walking toward the door. He picked up the insulated container from the cabinet.
Zhou Suisui took it from him and happily trotted over to the little low table by the window before sitting down.
When she saw that Jiang Zongyan was standing still, she waved him over.
“Brother Yan, come over here. There’s enough for both of us.”
Jiang Zongyan wanted to say that he wasn’t hungry, but his stomach betrayed him with a protesting growl.
He moved toward the window.
Jiang Zongyan glanced outside.
From this position, everything they did would be even easier for the two people on the rooftop across from them to see.
So this was her purpose?
“I made all of this myself. It’s my first time learning to cook. Hurry and try it.”
Like she was presenting a treasure, Zhou Suisui arranged the dishes on the little table and handed a pair of chopsticks to Jiang Zongyan.
Jiang Zongyan glanced at the food spread across the table.
Steam, carrying the delicious aroma of the food, billowed out. Everything looked and smelled absolutely perfect.
“You made this?”
Jiang Zongyan looked at the smug expression on her little face and thought to himself: She’s deliberately trying to fool him again.
Miss Zhou, who had never lifted a finger around the house, couldn’t possibly know how to cook.
“Of course I did!”
“Not only have you gotten bolder, you’ve even learned to lie now.”
He snorted and reached out to take the chopsticks, but his gaze fell on the blisters on the back of her hand. He froze.
