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I also looked at him, as if seeing the boy I had admired for a long time returning, standing right in front of me, holding me tightly. He kissed me, gave me tenderness, and would bring me happiness.
But the reality was that Xiao Minxing pushed me away and said in a strange tone, "Change your clothes, I'll wait for you downstairs."
He turned and left without looking back.
The sudden silence in the room left my mind blank. After rummaging through my memories for a while, I recalled what he had said last night and what I was supposed to do today.
I hurriedly changed my clothes and went downstairs. He had already driven the car to the entrance. When he saw me come out, he directly said, "Get in."
I climbed in, and before I could settle down, he quickly drove off. On the way, he coldly told me, "From now on, you will be my personal driver, picking me up and dropping me off after work."
"Huh?" I was surprised.
He didn't even glance at me and continued to accelerate forward. However, I felt uneasy about this special task; it just didn't seem normal.
Of course, he wouldn't give me a chance to ask questions. He maintained a stern expression all the way and drove swiftly to the company. Once there, he headed straight for the conference room.
It turned out he had an important meeting today, and all the executives had arrived half an hour early. Meanwhile, we were still kissing in the bedroom.
Fortunately, nothing further developed; otherwise, it would have really messed things up.
During the day, he was busy while I sat there feeling extremely bored. I didn't dare to move around easily and could only desperately flip through the books in his office to pass the time.
When we returned together in the evening, he surprisingly said, "Let's eat out; we'll take care of unfinished business when we get home."
"What business?" I asked casually without suspicion.
He sat in the passenger seat and glanced at me lightly. His tone clearly changed to something ambiguous: "What do you think we still have to do between us?"
My face instantly burned up as I shifted my gaze to the road outside and dared not say another word.
During meals, he usually said very little, and I dared not speak either, so we appeared to be the most peculiar pair in the entire restaurant, like two strangers sharing a table, each eating our own food.
I occasionally glanced up at him; his brows were furrowed, and he wore a serious expression. The food before him seemed to lack any special flavor, merely serving to fill his stomach. He seemed like someone from another world—cold, aloof, utterly out of place in the warm atmosphere of the restaurant.
After the meal, I climbed into the driver's seat, and he said nothing more, leaning back in the passenger seat with his eyes half-closed as if dozing off.
I adjusted the speed to a crawl, minimizing any bumps.
Outside, shadows flitted by, but inside the car, it was just the two of us. In such a small space, being so close to him brought me a sense of comfort.
Long ago, this was the life I yearned for—sitting quietly together with him, saying nothing and doing nothing. Just being able to see him was enough for me.
Now it had truly come to pass, but the feeling was somewhat different from my initial wish. It lacked the sweetness I had imagined and instead was mixed with bitterness. Still, as long as we didn’t become hostile towards each other, I couldn’t help but like him uncontrollably.
The man before me was handsome and exuded an air of nobility that was irresistible. Yet his heart felt so far away from me. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t grasp his thoughts; I could only steal glances at him during moments like this.
His thin lips moved slightly as he spoke dreamily: “Drive carefully; we’ll talk when we get home.”
I snapped back to reality and hurriedly looked outside; the traffic light ahead was red, and all cars had come to a stop. I hadn’t noticed it earlier; if it weren’t for Xiao Minxing’s reminder, I might have driven straight into a line of cars...
When the car stopped, I couldn’t help but look at him again.
He still had his eyes closed and seemed genuinely asleep, as if he had never spoken a word.
It was truly strange; it would be better for me to keep my distance from him. Otherwise, one day even if he didn’t take action against me, I might end up becoming mentally unstable in such circumstances and ruin myself.
The house remained quiet. As soon as we drove into the yard, Xiao Minxing got out first. By the time I emerged from the parking lot, all the lights in the house were already on.
The crystal chandelier in the living room cast layers of light that illuminated everything inside with a soft glow.
The large floor-to-ceiling windows, the curtains with dark floral patterns, the metallic gray cold-toned walls, the genuine leather sofa on the solid wood floor, the low cabinet, and the bar counter connecting to the dining area all created a cold and aloof atmosphere.
At that moment, a man was sitting on a high stool, slightly turned to the side, opening a bottle of red wine. When he saw me enter, he glanced at me and shook the wine bottle in his hand.
I walked over and casually took out a decanter from the cabinet.
He hadn't taken off his suit; his tie was askew, a few buttons of his shirt were undone, and his expression was calm and natural, making it hard to tell what he was thinking.
After slowly pouring the wine into the decanter, he said, "Go take a shower. We'll have a drink when you come back."
I felt flattered but didn't dare to move as I looked at him.
He tilted his lips slightly, and his tone instantly turned contemptuous: "Celebrate your new job, but it's also unfortunate because this job only involves labor without pay; it's your penance."
I found it hard to articulate my feelings. I knew very well that he was that kind of person, yet I couldn't help but indulge in the fantasies created by the atmosphere he deliberately crafted. But in the next moment, all of it shattered, leaving me helpless in his mockery and hidden laughter.
This feeling was terrible—like being lifted high into the air only to fall hard again. It wasn't just painful; it also deepened my disappointment in him.
I gritted my teeth and tried to remain calm. "No need for that; you can celebrate by yourself. I'm tired and need to go to sleep."
Xiao Minxing's expression immediately soured. His eyes were like a predatory hawk, unreservedly fixed on me as he asked, "Are you sure?"
Before I could respond, he had already grabbed my wrist.
His face leaned closer to mine, his gaze deep and intense, with a hint of coldness at the corner of his mouth. His tone was icier than ever: "Are you really going to sleep?"
The emphasized word "sleep" sent a shiver down my spine. In an instant, I imagined all the moments of him forcefully pinning me down on the bed and panickedly tried to shake off his hand.
He had already handed me a wine glass with one hand, placing it at my lips.
"Since you don't want to take a shower, then drink this now. It tastes a bit astringent, but I think you should like it, right?"
Every sentence was laden with implications. I dared not speak and couldn't break free from him. Looking at the red liquid in the cup, a sudden wave of sadness hit me. I reached out, took the cup, and downed it in one gulp.
He was right; it was indeed a bit astringent, but I did like this taste because it matched my current state of mind.
Xiao Minxing's Loosened was playing. I reached out to pour myself some wine, but the Decanter was snatched by me first, pouring a full glass without even glancing at him, then tilted my head back to drink it all.
I choked on the Tears, blurring the things in the room and also blurring him.
"Is that enough? Can I leave now?" I asked, trying to focus on his position as I glared at him.
He said nothing, an icy aura radiating from him. Yet I had no heart to feel it as I brushed past him and staggered upstairs.
At that moment, I didn't think much of it; it was just that the contrast was too great and my mood was terrible, leading to a lack of clarity. But once the effects of the alcohol kicked in, I realized that for someone who usually didn't drink much, this time I had gone overboard.
My head spun, the world swayed around me, and I felt unbearably hot.
I initially wanted to go wash up in the bathroom, but after taking off my clothes, I found myself unable to move even a step and collapsed onto a nearby chair.
I seemed to hear the sound of the door opening, but I was already too weak to confirm whether it was real or not.
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