Please Marry Me (GL) - Chapter 28

Night descended over Haizhe City as the city lights flickered on.

Shen Siyun brought Jiang Yi back to the apartment where they used to live. Carrying Jiang Yi’s bag in one hand, she supported her toward the bed with the other.

“My head is spinning…”

With a soft thump, Jiang Yi collapsed onto the mattress.

Her slender, well-proportioned legs hung over the edge of the bed. One of her high heels had fallen off, revealing the outline of her delicate foot wrapped in black stockings.

Perhaps the position was uncomfortable, because Jiang Yi slowly curled onto her side. The fitted white knitted dress rode higher against the sheets, exposing even more of the black stockings beneath.

Under the bright white light, the sight was unusually seductive.

Shen Siyun went to pour her a glass of water when a call came in.

It was Xin Wenyue.

“How is everything?”

“I’m at the hospital while they fix his fingers. What else could I be doing?”

Xin Wenyue stood in the hospital corridor, breathing in the harsh smell of disinfectant. Inside, the doctors were making that pig gag for the third time.

“It’s lucky I brought him to the hospital. Otherwise, he probably would’ve choked to death on his own vomit tonight.”

Shen Siyun seemed to recall the documents she had seen in Jiang Yi’s bag.

“He should be one of Qiguang’s clients. They sent someone to negotiate a deal with him, and Jiang Yi has the signed contract.”

“Oh, so you’re telling me to take good care of him?”

Xin Wenyue laughed in anger.

“His name is Zhang Mengqi.”

Xin Wenyue paused.

“Don’t tell me he’s the owner of Zhisong Technology?”

“He is.”

“Qiguang is bold enough to work with a middleman who buys low and sells high like him?”

Although it was called a technology company, people within the industry knew that Zhang Mengqi specialized in purchasing cheap electronic components from elsewhere or from less-developed regions overseas, then reselling them at vastly inflated prices.

He merely loved polishing his own image and always claimed the products had been independently developed by his company.

As far as Xin Wenyue knew, several promising university students had independently developed a laptop motherboard chipset a few years ago. It was said to work efficiently with most CPU models.

Zhang Mengqi had taken advantage of their inexperience. Using contractual traps, he recruited them into his company, then inserted several of his own people into the later stages of refining the chipset.

It was only when a better technology company extended an offer to those students that they realized they had fallen into Zhang Mengqi’s trap and become tools for a capitalist to exploit.

The students angrily confronted him, only for Zhang Mengqi to sue them for allegedly leaking confidential information through contact with another company.

In the end, the students were forced to pay millions in compensation.

Shen Siyun’s long fingertips lightly touched the side of the glass. She lowered her eyes, concealing her emotions.

“I remember an overseas friend asking me half a month ago to help acquire a batch of electronic components. Zhang Mengqi quoted me an exorbitant contract.”

“He certainly knows how to profit from the price difference.”

Xin Wenyue sneered.

Once she finished laughing, however, she sensed a deeper meaning behind Shen Siyun’s words.

“Shen Siyun, why are you talking to me about him instead of taking care of your little lover?”

“Register a shell company for me.”

Xin Wenyue’s tone rose.

“Hm?”

“Just do it.”

Xin Wenyue was about to end the call when Shen Siyun stopped her again.

“What else?” she asked.

Shen Siyun hesitated before finally speaking.

“If someone claims she’s busy and asks her romantic rival to look after her wife, while specifically reminding the rival not to bully her wife, what does that mean?”

Xin Wenyue’s ears immediately perked up.

“Is that romantic rival you?”

“…”

“And the person is Song Rao, right?”

“Focus on the question,” Shen Siyun reminded her.

She felt there was something strange about Song Rao’s words, but she could not identify what it was.

“If you were merely friends, there’d be nothing unusual about it. But don’t forget—you’re her wife’s former patron. If you were Song Rao, would you hand your drunk wife over to her former patron?”

Wouldn’t she be afraid there would not even be bones left afterward?

Xin Wenyue continued, “And remember what happened at the wedding? She schemed against you in Longju Village. Isn’t she afraid you’ll take revenge by deliberately bullying her wife?”

“What does that prove?”

Xin Wenyue paused and considered it.

“It proves… she doesn’t love her wife very much.”

How could anyone be so unconcerned?

Her wife had nearly been taken advantage of and needed comfort, yet she cared only about her experiment.

She was probably an exquisite egoist who always put her own interests first.

Xin Wenyue clicked her tongue.

“I never expected her to be that kind of person.”

Shen Siyun neither agreed nor disagreed.

She still felt she had overlooked something.

“Thirsty…”

Jiang Yi’s broken murmur came from the bedroom.

Shen Siyun ended the call, picked up the glass, and went inside.

“Thirsty…”

The woman on the bed curled her legs and mumbled dazedly.

Someone helped her sit up and pressed the rim of the glass to her lips.

Jiang Yi eagerly drank the warm water like a parched field finally receiving rain, slowly nourished by its gentle moisture.

Watching her drink so obediently, Shen Siyun reached out and stroked her dark hair.

“Jiang Yi, I came too late.”

She had been eating with Xin Wenyue upstairs in Wanghai Pavilion when she unexpectedly received Jiang Yi’s call.

At first, she thought Jiang Yi had dialed the wrong person.

It was only after hearing the panic and fear in Jiang Yi’s plea for help that she realized Jiang Yi really had called her and wanted her to come save her.

Shen Siyun remembered the moment she arrived.

Jiang Yi had thrown herself into her arms, called her name twice, and even bitten her collarbone.

Then she had asked in a deeply aggrieved voice what had taken her so long.

Shen Siyun admitted that, at that moment, her joy had outweighed her distress.

She placed the glass on the table.

When she turned around, she saw Jiang Yi sitting on the soft bedcovers with drunken, unfocused eyes. Both hands pressed against the blanket to steady her swaying body, while her misty gaze remained fixed on Shen Siyun.

Then she began crying again.

“What took you so long…”

Her voice broke the moment she spoke, as though she had suffered an enormous grievance.

“Didn’t I arrive in time?”

Shen Siyun sat on the edge of the bed and wiped the tears from her cheeks.

“Stop trying to force yourself through everything alone. If you can’t handle that much alcohol, drink less.”

“My tolerance is excellent. Someone tricked me, sob, sob… You don’t believe me?”

“I believe you. I believe you.”

“Do the black stockings look good?”

Shen Siyun glanced at the right foot Jiang Yi had seductively extended toward her and rested on her knee.

The arched, pointed foot carried an unmistakable trace of temptation.

Shen Siyun’s dark red lips looked like cold, vivid plum blossoms blooming against snow.

She raised a hand and held Jiang Yi’s ankle. The matte texture of the black stocking brushed against her palm.

“They look good.”

Jiang Yi smiled drunkenly.

Cool moonlight streamed in through the window and fell over her long hair, making her seem like a glowing fairy.

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

“…”

Shen Siyun released her foot, her expression immediately turning cold.

“Jiang Yi, admit it. Did you get married just to make me angry?”

Jiang Yi placed her other foot on Shen Siyun’s knee as well and tilted her head.

Her soft pink lips spoke words completely at odds with her behavior.

“Make you angry? Who would be that childish?”

She even gave a soft scoff.

“…”

“Do you still have feelings for me?”

Shen Siyun’s thoughts were in chaos. She could not tell whether Jiang Yi was speaking truthfully.

People said that alcohol made people reveal what was truly in their hearts.

That made Shen Siyun think Jiang Yi’s words might be sincere.

Marrying someone else solely to make her angry really was too childish to resemble Jiang Yi.

But then Shen Siyun could not understand her current behavior either.

Jiang Yi suddenly threw herself forward and sat on her lap.

Her slender arms wrapped around Shen Siyun’s neck. The sensation of those pale legs in black stockings circling her waist was entirely different from before.

It gave Shen Siyun a sudden urge to tear them apart.

The atmosphere gradually thickened.

Their breaths mingled.

Jiang Yi’s fair, delicate hand touched Shen Siyun’s earlobe, then slowly moved upward. Her fingertips occasionally brushed the skin of Shen Siyun’s neck, light as a dragonfly touching water, sending tremors through her body.

Shen Siyun drew a deep breath and began to lose herself as well.

The answer was already obvious.

How could this possibly be called no longer loving her?

Just as Shen Siyun began touching her, pressing her red lips against Jiang Yi’s slender, fragile swanlike neck while her hand moved over the black stockings, a sudden force struck both her shoulders and pushed her away.

A coquettish voice sounded beside her ear.

“Go away. I want my wife.”