Murong Beichen tried to break free from Yan Heng's grip, but after struggling for a long time, he still didn't succeed.
He clamored fiercely, "Get it straight, will you! It's this middle-aged woman who is deliberately framing my Chun'er!"
Yan Heng shook his head. "I saw it."
"What? What the f*ck did you see!"
"It was Xu Chun who did it."
Hearing Yan Heng say this, Xu Chun furrowed her brows, her expression turning sorrowful. "Yes, yes, yes, I was careless. It's all my fault. It's all my fault. Please, just stop arguing about it here."
Heartbroken, Murong Beichen pulled her into his arms. With his back to Yan Heng and Zhu Yaya, he said affectionately to Xu Chun, "Chun'er, why are you always so kind? No, this is not your fault. Don't worry, your Brother Chen will never believe this auntie and Yan Heng. I will definitely get justice for you..."
Xu Chun spoke up weakly, "Murong Beichen, um--"
Murong Beichen's heart ached terribly, and he hugged her tighter. "Why do you have to be so kind-hearted? You'll only make yourself suffer like this. After all, there really aren't many people as genuinely kind as you left in this world. How can I be at ease with you being like this! I can't even imagine how long you would have been pestered by this dreadful middle-aged woman if I wasn't here, I..."
"Murong Beichen, well, actually--"
"Chun'er, say no more. I'll call my butler and lawyer later. I will definitely get justice for you."
"Murong Beichen, there's no need."
Murong Beichen's voice grew even more indignant. "How can we just let it go?"
"They left." Xu Chun broke free from Murong Beichen's embrace.
Murong Beichen looked back, and sure enough, the two people who were just there were nowhere to be seen.
"Damn it," Murong Beichen gnashed his teeth. "They actually sneaked away. They don't play fair! They must have felt guilty!"
Long before, while Murong Beichen was holding Xu Chun and spouting a bunch of nonsense, Yan Heng had already pulled Zhu Yaya away with an impatient look on his face, taking her to the employee break room in the milk tea shop.
This was absolutely not part of Zhu Yaya's Plan B. As they walked, she secretly glanced up at Yan Heng walking ahead of her, her heart pounding nervously.
Yan Heng... probably hadn't recognized her, right?
She hadn't shown her face. Plus, she hadn't even used her real voice.
Upon arriving at the employee break room of the milk tea shop, Zhu Yaya imitated the voice Zhao Jing usually spoke in. "Haha, young man, you're really not bad. Helping an auntie like me out so much. You probably don't have a girlfriend, right? Do you want me to introduce you to one?"
Introduce you to a super invincible cutie named Zhu Yaya!
"No need."
Yan Heng was expressionless, but he started taking off his clothes, first removing his uniform jacket, and then his black coat.
Zhu Yaya: !!!
What was Yan Heng trying to do?
She looked like a middle-aged woman right now!
Zhu Yaya wanted to righteously stop him, but then she remembered Yan Heng's abs.
Oh my!
Zhu Yaya swallowed hard, raised her paws, and swore she would just take one look. Just one look, and then she would tell Yan Heng to put his clothes back on properly!
Perhaps noticing Zhu Yaya's ravenous gaze, Yan Heng stopped undressing after taking off his coat. He draped the coat over his arm and walked toward Zhu Yaya.
Although a bit disappointed, Zhu Yaya cleared her throat and imitated Zhao Jing's voice, "Young man, what were you trying to do just now? Let me tell you, I am a decent--"
Yan Heng walked up to Zhu Yaya and gently removed the mask from her face.
"...person."
Zhu Yaya's mask was taken off by Yan Heng, revealing her face full of youthful collagen.
I'm dead meat!
She covered her face with both hands, peeking at Yan Heng through her fingers, and asked, somewhat devastated, "When did you find out?"
Ahhh, her image!
Yan Heng chuckled softly. "When you were ordering at the front counter."
What! That early?
"Take off your clothes!"
Zhu Yaya: !!!
"That's not appropriate! I won't take them off!" Zhu Yaya immediately refused, pulling her hands away from her face to grip her collar tightly. She looked at Yan Heng with a vigilant expression and even took a few steps back.
"Your clothes got splashed with milk tea." Yan Heng turned around and handed the coat on his arm backward to Zhu Yaya, saying lightly, "It's not good to keep wearing wet clothes. Take them off and wear mine."
Zhu Yaya loosened her grip on her collar, feeling a warmth in her heart.
Yan Heng coughed lightly again, the tips of his ears turning red. "Did... did your clothes underneath get wet?"
Then, he heard a rustling sound.
The tips of his ears grew even redder, and he didn't dare to look back.
Zhu Yaya unbuttoned her stained padded jacket one by one. The winter temperature was low, so she was wearing a sweater knitted by Zhao Jing underneath. The surface of the sweater also felt a bit damp. But fortunately, she had worn many layers, so the milk tea hadn't seeped all the way through.
"It's nothing much, just the sweater underneath is a little wet."
"There's a box of tissues on the table, you can use them," Yan Heng dropped these words and hurriedly walked out of the break room, leaning his back against the door.
He touched his red ear tips, the corners of his mouth curving into a small smile.
Inside the room, Zhu Yaya used the tissues to wipe off the milk tea stains on her sweater. She also took off the red and green silk scarf and the hat on her head, changing into Yan Heng's coat.
After sorting all this out, Zhu Yaya walked to the door and tried to push it open, but it wouldn't budge.
Yan Heng must be guarding it from the outside!
Zhu Yaya pursed her lips and smiled.
Outside, leaning against the door, Yan Heng felt the force of the door being pushed from the inside.
He opened the door. "You should go home first. Do you want me to walk you back?"
Zhu Yaya still felt a bit embarrassed seeing him. She had originally thought Yan Heng wouldn't recognize her, so she had been very uninhibited in her words and actions while completing her task, and even dressed up in this ridiculous way. She hadn't expected Yan Heng to have seen through her disguise so early on.
Sigh!
He had taken in all of her aggressive and unsightly behavior just now.
Zhu Yaya felt a bit down. She shook her head, "It's fine. I'll go by myself! You still have to work here! You gave me your coat, what about you..."
"It's okay. I'm not cold." Yan Heng thought for a moment and held out a hand. "If you don't believe me, you can feel it."
Zhu Yaya hadn't expected this gesture. She hesitated for a moment, then reached out a finger and poked the palm of Yan Heng's hand. It felt very warm.
She pulled her finger back as if she had been electrocuted.
Worried that Murong Beichen might be blocking the front door, Yan Heng suggested taking Zhu Yaya out through the back door.
On the way, Zhu Yaya followed behind him and hesitantly asked, "Yan Heng, how... how did you recognize me?"
"Your voice."
"Your figure."
"Your little habits."
"The phone case you revealed when paying."
"And..."
Yan Heng suddenly stopped in his tracks, turned around, and looked deeply into Zhu Yaya's eyes. The emotions in his eyes were profound, and as Zhu Yaya looked into them, it felt as if she were being sucked into a mesmerizing black hole.
"Your eyes."
He said softly.
And it was at that very moment Zhu Yaya heard the sound of her own heartbeat quickening.
