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Chapter 214 Facing One's Own Inner Self

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Liu Biao stared at his lifeless phone, a strange sense of irritation welling up inside him.

He sent so many messages to He Qiaoyun, but she didn't reply to a single one.

A drunken underling nudged him and asked, "Brother, what are you looking at?"

Another henchman chimed in, "Who is it? So aloof, not even replying to my messages."

Liu Biao put away his phone and pushed away his gossipy underlings, saying, "Get lost. It's so late, and you're the only ones still wandering around outside. Everyone else is probably asleep."

As he spoke, he stood up and said to the group of drunkards, "That's it, everyone go home and get some rest. Take care of your families and stop coming out to play all the time."

"What's so great about getting married, brother? I envy you the most, you're so carefree."

"Exactly, my wife is always nagging me, it's driving me crazy."

Liu Biao couldn't help but scold, "You really don't know how lucky you are."

Marriage is like a walled city; those inside want to get out, and those outside want to get in.

As night deepened, the bustling city gradually quieted down.

The next day.

The morning sunlight streamed into the room through the curtains.

The person lying in bed turned over, and their hazy consciousness slowly cleared. Supporting their throbbing head, they opened their eyes, looked around at their surroundings, and memories flooded their mind like a tidal wave.

Yesterday, emboldened by alcohol, she kissed Feng Jiashu, and the two almost had sex while intoxicated. Fortunately, Feng Jiashu was sober and let her go...

But she wouldn't let him leave; she hugged him and cried her heart out.

These scenes, as if they had happened just a second ago, made me blush, as if I had been roasted by the fire of Samadhi.

Shameful.

It's so embarrassing.

She gritted her teeth, her hands trembling as she buttoned up her shirt collar, looking as shy as if something had really happened last night.

Then, she carefully turned the doorknob.

She was too ashamed to face Feng Jiashu after doing such a disgraceful thing, so she thought she might as well run away and pretend it never happened.

But what you fear most is what comes to pass.

The door opened, and the man stood in front of her.

She froze for a moment, her mind went blank, her eyes were fixed on him, and she couldn't say a word.

Feng Jiashu's gaze swept over her, and he greeted her calmly, "Good morning."

He even showed concern for her, asking, "Does your head hurt?"

He Qiaoyun forced a stiff smile and said, "Good morning, my head doesn't hurt."

Feng Jiashu lifted his foot and took a step forward, while He Qiaoyun subconsciously took a step back, her eyes revealing a hint of nervousness and unease.

"Are you... leaving?" he asked.

He Qiaoyun looked away, avoiding his eyes, and said with a very unnatural smile, "Yes, thank you for taking me in yesterday..."

Feng Jiashu took another step forward, his tone demanding recognition, "Yesterday, you kissed me first."

Upon hearing this, He Qiaoyun's pupils dilated instantly, her face, neck, and ears felt hot, and she didn't know where to look.

Moreover, the way he said it made it sound like she was some kind of heartless woman who would just walk away after putting on her pants.

She forced a laugh and chuckled twice, "I drank too much yesterday..."

Feng Jiashu raised an eyebrow. "They say that people speak the truth when they're drunk, and what they do and say after drinking is what best reflects their most fundamental thoughts. So, this is what you've always wanted to do, right?"

He Qiaoyun's mind went blank again, somewhat influenced by his words.

Is that so?

Feng Jiashu added, "Yesterday, I asked you if our relationship had progressed further, and you nodded."

He Qiaoyun looked up and met his eyes.

Feng Jiashu came to the final conclusion, "Qiaoyun, you like me, that's why you're willing to be intimate with me and kiss me."

Looking into his affectionate eyes, He Qiaoyun couldn't bring herself to say "no".

Undeniably, she preferred Feng Jiashu, and her relationship with Liu Biao was more than just friends. In fact, she considered him family, so she didn't want him to be sad because of her.

She gripped the strap of her bag tightly, took two steps toward him, and said in one go:

"I've been running away from this for a long time, but now I want to face my heart. I like you, Feng Jiashu."

The next moment, Feng Jiashu pulled her into his arms, his joy reaching its peak. He held her tightly and said affectionately, "Qiaoyun, I will be good to you from now on."

He Qiaoyun raised her hand and hugged him back.

Strangely, she had always been afraid of making choices, but at this moment, she felt relaxed.

Choosing him means I no longer need to worry about the things that have been troubling me, which is better for everyone.

She let go of Feng Jiashu and said, "I have to go get my car, go back to wash up and change, and then I have to go to work."

Feng Jiashu held her hand reluctantly, not wanting to be separated from her for even a moment, and said, "You can wash up here too. I'll have someone bring you clean and suitable clothes later. If you need to go to work, I'll have the driver take you."

She gently pulled his hand away, "My lease isn't up yet."

Feng Jiashu: "But your rent with me hasn't expired yet."

He Qiaoyun smiled, "I think that in a relationship, some distance can make the heart grow fonder."

Feng Jiashu disagreed with the statement a thousand times over, but outwardly he agreed, though somewhat reluctantly, "Alright, I'll have the driver take you to get your car."

She likes to take her time, so he lets her have her way.

He Qiaoyun felt a little embarrassed to see the housekeeper and nanny in the villa, so she quietly followed Feng Jiashu to the underground garage via the elevator.

Upon entering the underground parking garage, she was stunned and speechless upon seeing two rows of familiar luxury cars.

There are five Rolls-Royces alone.

"This is......"

This villa only has three floors, and no one else lives here, so these things can only belong to him.

Feng Jiashu had always kept a low profile and had not revealed his identity. He coughed awkwardly and said, "Do you have anything you like? You can drive it away, so you don't have to bother to pick up your car."

He Qiaoyun: "Huh?"

She was confused; why did this scene look like picking out cabbages at a market?

Feng Jiashu pointed to one of the black Cayennes and said, "How about this one? Or do you prefer Audi?"

He Qiaoyun shook her head, "I, I, I have my own car..."

She always felt that her little Mercedes wasn't even big enough to match the headlights of every other car here...

The driver slowly pulled up in a Maybach. He Qiaoyun's gaze fell on the car logo for a while, then she looked back at Feng Jiashu.

For the first time, Feng Jiashu felt so guilty in front of anyone. His eyes darted away instinctively, and he unusually urged her to leave, "Don't you have to go to work?"

The driver opened the back door. "Madam, please."

He Qiaoyun turned her head to correct the driver, "No, just call me by my name."

The driver smiled. "Yes, ma'am."

He Qiaoyun sighed and rubbed her forehead, too lazy to correct her anymore. She said goodbye to Feng Jiashu, "Then I'll be going now."

Feng Jiashu raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. "Mm."

He breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the car drive away.

I'll explain it to her properly when I have time.