Please Marry Me (GL) - Chapter 28

Night fell over Haizhe City as the evening lights began to glow.

Shen Siyun brought Jiang Yi back to the apartment where they used to live. Carrying Jiang Yi’s bag in one hand, she used the other to support her as she helped her onto the bed.

“My head is so dizzy…” With a soft thud, Jiang Yi sank into the soft mattress. Her slender, well-proportioned legs dangled off the side of the bed. One high heel had fallen off, revealing the silhouette of her delicate foot wrapped in black stockings. Perhaps finding the position uncomfortable, Jiang Yi slowly curled up on her side. Her white knit dress rode up slightly, exposing more of the black stockings, which looked exceptionally sexy under the bright white light.

As Shen Siyun went to pour her some water, her phone rang. It was Xin Wenyue.

“How’s it going?”

“At the hospital getting his fingers reset, how else could it be?” Xin Wenyue stood in the hospital corridor, smelling the pungent scent of disinfectant while a doctor inside was inducing vomiting for that pig for the third time.

“Good thing I brought him to the hospital, or he probably would have choked to death on his own vomit tonight.”

Shen Siyun recalled the documents she had seen in Jiang Yi’s bag. “He should be a client of Qiguang. They sent people over to negotiate a deal; the contract is with Jiang Yi.”

“Oh, so you mean I should take ‘good care’ of him?” Xin Wenyue laughed out of sheer annoyance on the other end.

“His name is Zhang Mengqi.”

Xin Wenyue paused. “Wait, is this guy the boss of Zhisong Technology?”

“Yes.”

“Qiguang is bold, collaborating with a middleman who specializes in buying low and selling high like him.”

Technically it was a technology company, but insiders knew that Zhang Mengqi excelled at buying cheap electronic parts from underdeveloped regions or abroad and reselling them at a premium. However, he loved to embellish his image, claiming everything was independent research and development.

From what she knew, a few years ago, several talented young university students had independently developed a laptop motherboard chipset. Rumor had it the performance was high enough to work seamlessly with most CPU models. Zhang Mengqi took advantage of their lack of experience, lured them into his company with a contract trap, and inserted a few of his own people to participate in the final “refinements.”

It wasn’t until a superior tech firm reached out to those students that they realized they had fallen into Zhang Mengqi’s trap, becoming nothing more than “tool-people” exploited by a capitalist. When they indignantly confronted him, Zhang Mengqi sued them for leaking trade secrets to other companies. In the end, those students were forced to pay millions in compensation.

Shen Siyun’s long fingertips brushed the rim of her glass, her eyes downcast to hide her expression. “I recall a friend abroad asked me to help source a batch of electronic parts half a month ago. This Zhang Mengqi quoted me a very high price.”

“He really knows how to pocket the difference,” Xin Wenyue sneered. After laughing, she sensed a deeper meaning behind the words. “Shen Siyun, instead of taking care of your little mistress, why are you talking to me about this man?”

“Help me register a shell company.”

Xin Wenyue’s voice went up an octave. “Hmm?”

“Just do it.”

As Xin Wenyue was about to hang up, Shen Siyun stopped her again.

“Anything else?” she asked.

Shen Siyun hesitated for a moment before speaking. “If someone claims to be very busy and asks their love rival to take care of their wife—even reminding them not to bully her—what does that mean?”

Xin Wenyue perked up. “Is this ‘love rival’ you?”

“…”

“That person is Song Rao, isn’t it?”

Shen Siyun reminded her, “Stay on topic.” She felt Song Rao’s words were strange, but she couldn’t put her finger on why.

“If it were just friends, the words would be fine. But don’t forget, you are her wife’s former ‘benefactor.’ If you were Song Rao, would you push your drunk wife onto her former benefactor for care?”

She’d be lucky if the wife wasn’t eaten alive.

Xin Wenyue continued, “Remember the wedding? You were played by her back in Longju Village. Isn’t she afraid you’ll hold a grudge and intentionally bully her wife?”

“So what does that indicate?”

Xin Wenyue thought for a moment. “It indicates… she doesn’t love her wife very much.”

To be that thick-skinned—the wife almost gets molested and needs comfort, yet she only cares about her own experiments. She’s likely a calculating egoist.

Xin Wenyue let out a “tsk.” “I didn’t expect her to be that kind of person.”

Shen Siyun neither agreed nor denied it, feeling as though she was overlooking something important.

“Thirsty…”

Jiang Yi’s intermittent voice drifted from the bedroom. Shen Siyun hung up, picked up the glass, and walked in.

“Thirsty…” The woman on the bed was curled up, murmuring in a daze until someone helped her up. The rim of the glass touched her lips, and she drank the warm water greedily, like a parched field finally receiving rain.

Shen Siyun watched her drink obediently and reached out to stroke her dark hair. “Jiang Yi, I arrived late.”

She had been eating at Wanghai Pavilion with Xin Wenyue when she suddenly received a call. For a split second, she thought the woman had dialed the wrong number—until she heard the panicked, insecure plea for help. Only then did she realize Jiang Yi had truly called her to come save her.

Shen Siyun recalled the moment she arrived; the woman had thrown herself at her, called her name twice, and bit her collarbone, asking resentfully why she took so long.

In that moment, she admitted her joy outweighed her heartache.

Shen Siyun set the glass on the table. Turning back, she saw Jiang Yi sitting on the soft quilt with hazy, drunken eyes. She braced herself on the mattress with both hands, barely steadying her swaying body as her watery eyes gazed fixatedly at Shen Siyun.

Then, she began to cry out of grievance.

“Why did you take so long…” Her voice was choked with sobs, as if she had suffered a monumental wrong.

“Didn’t I make it in time?” Shen Siyun sat on the edge of the bed and wiped the tears from her cheeks. “Don’t try to be so brave next time. If you can’t drink that much, then don’t.”

“I have a high tolerance… I was set up, waaaah. You don’t believe me?”

“I believe you, I believe you.”

“Do the black stockings look good?”

Shen Siyun looked as the other woman enticingly stretched her right foot out and rested it on Shen Siyun’s knee. The arched, tensed foot carried more than a hint of seduction.

The dark red of her lipstick had blurred slightly, looking as cold and glamorous as red plum blossoms blooming in the snow. Shen Siyun reached out and gripped Jiang Yi’s ankle, the frosted texture of the black stockings meeting her palm.

“They look good.”

Jiang Yi let out a soft, drunken laugh. Cold moonlight spilled through the window, falling across her long hair and making her look like a glowing fairy.

“I wore them for my wife. She also thinks they look good.”

“…”

Shen Siyun let go, her face instantly turning cold. “Jiang Yi, admit it. Was the wedding before just to spite me on purpose?”

Jiang Yi rested her other foot on Shen Siyun’s knee and tilted her head. Her apricot-pink lips said words that completely contradicted her behavior.

“Spite? Who would be that childish?” She even let out a soft, mocking laugh.

“…”

“Then do you still have feelings for me?” Shen Siyun’s thoughts were a mess; she couldn’t tell if the woman was telling the truth or lying.

Thinking that “truth comes after wine,” she felt the woman was being sincere. The idea of getting married just to spite someone was indeed a childish act that didn’t seem like something Jiang Yi would do.

Yet, she couldn’t understand these current actions.

Jiang Yi lunged forward and sat on her lap, her slender, jade-like arms coiling around Shen Siyun’s neck. The feeling of her waist wrapped in black silk was very different from before. It gave Shen Siyun a primal urge to tear them away.

The atmosphere grew heavy. Their breaths mingled. Jiang Yi’s pale, jade-like fingers stroked Shen Siyun’s earlobe, moving upward bit by bit. Her fingertips occasionally brushed against the skin of Shen Siyun’s neck, causing a light, electric shiver.

Shen Siyun took a deep breath, beginning to lose herself in the moment. The answer seemed obvious—how could this not be love?

Just as Shen Siyun placed her hand on her, her lips reaching for Jiang Yi’s delicate swan neck and her hand moving toward those black stockings, a sudden force erupted from her shoulders.

Jiang Yi pushed her away with all her might.

A coquettish, petulant voice rang in her ear:

“Go away! I want my wife!”