Never Did He Care When She Cried (24)

Now she was basking in blissful happiness. She had no fear of Shi Che's solemnity. She offered her seductive smile and moved slowly towards Shi Che's face. With one hand on Shi Che's shoulder, her body leaned forward. Her red lips lingered on Shi Che's cheeks and with each breath, she spoke softly and gently. "Mr. Shi, what happened? Are you unhappy? How can Rourou make you happy?"

She was Zheng Rourou, as gentle as her name. Her figure was like a water-snake, it had clung onto his body.

Shi Che could smell her fragrance around him. That aromatic fragrance from a premium brand. The smell was distracting.

However, Shi Che's expression was cold, his eyes were darkly lit. They emanated icy coldness. He moved his face sideways, and said without any emotion, "Move your hands away. Sit still."

Zheng Rourou had assumed that Shi Che was trying to be coy. She advanced and cajoled in a sweet and seductive voice, "Mr. Shi, you're too serious and making me nervous. Just chill..."

Shi Che moved his lips and forced a fake smile. He raised his eyes lazily to look at the pretty face. He parted his lips to say each word clearly, "You either move your hand and sit still or get out of my sight."

Shi Che's voice was neither loud nor forceful, however, there was an intimidating power in it. It shocked Zheng Rourou enough to retreat her hands and stay silent.

Shi Che dusted his shoulders where they had been caressed by Zheng Rourou and sat without any expression on his face.

Zheng Rourou returned to her seat and bit her lips begrudgingly. Her big eyes watched Shi Che imploringly. However, Shi Che was unbothered.

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Ling Chuxia and Ji Xinxin returned to the second floor. Ling Chuxia sensed her friend's displeasure and she found a cafe on the same floor. She pulled Ji Xinxin into it and they both sat down.

A service attendant approached with the menu and asked politely, "What will you like to order please?"

Ling Chuxia took the menu and passed it to Ji Xinxin straightaway. She inquired in a soft voice, "Xinxin, what would you like to drink?"

Ji Xinxin ignored the menu and stared at her coldly. Her voice betrayed her anger. "Ling Chuxia, how could you eat? Aren't you anxious?"

Ling Chuxia knew that Ji Xinxin was burning with fiery anger. Her rage would take some time to simmer down. She decided to take the matter into her own hands. She peered at the menu and ordered Ji Xinxin's favorite drink. She had ordered a glass of warm water for herself.

She returned the menu to the service attendant. The latter nodded and moved away. She turned to look at Ji Xinxin's immaculate face, still looking anguished. She smiled, "Xinxin, Do simmer down. You're no longer pretty when you're angry."