The heavy steam filled the bathroom, causing a layer of mist to form on the frosted glass and tiles.
In the bathtub, two women sat facing each other.
Dong Enyu had her wet long hair draped over her left shoulder.
As she looked up, she met Huo Ai’s gaze.
She reached out to brush Huo Ai’s long hair away from her cheek, revealing a fair and classical beauty, like a woman stepping out of a painting.
Her dark eyes were misty, shedding the usual dominance and gaining a touch of melancholy.
“Is everything going so smoothly?” The water temperature in the bathtub was just right, making Dong Enyu’s voice carry a hint of laziness.
She caressed Huo Ai’s cheek, her fingertips gently stroking, adding a touch of ambiguity to her actions.
The two of them, naked, could ignite sparks at any moment… Huo Ai lowered her eyes slightly, pulling Dong Enyu’s hand towards her, causing a splash of water.
She embraced the woman fully, whispering in her ear, “This is Wutang Boss’s compromise.” The warm breath brushed past Dong Enyu’s ear, making her body go soft, while Huo Ai’s fingers lightly tapped on her back.
Dong Enyu responded with a nasal sound.
“Two months ago, the global stock market turmoil affected many large enterprises, which must have indirectly impacted Wutang’s business.
When overseas supplies became unstable and there were disruptions, Wutang had to find new sources.
Moreover, the news of Yong Le killing the North District councilor spread internally, making many government officials linked to Wutang quite dissatisfied.
This was enough to make the Boss suffer.” Huo Ai’s tone was flat, as if recounting a distant past, without any emotional fluctuations.
Dong Enyu listened without responding, lazily lying on Huo Ai’s chest, feeling the water waves and the touch of fingertips.
“Yong Le asked me for ransom, and I called Zhao Han.” Out of nowhere, Huo Ai suddenly blurted out.
Hearing it, it felt so unreal… Dong Enyu opened her eyes, looking up at Huo Ai’s chin, and said lightly, “I heard Zhao Han mention it.”
Perhaps it should be said that Zhao Han let her hear the whole incident…
“What was your feeling after you found out?” Huo Ai pulled Dong Enyu up, holding her face, their eyes meeting.
What kind of feeling?
Dong Enyu was silent for five seconds before saying, “It felt like my heart was being torn apart.”
She exaggerated, but it was true.
When she found out Huo Ai had given up on her, she indeed heard the sound of her heart shattering, being torn apart and trampled on, blood flowing, yet she couldn’t cry out, only silently accept it.
It hurt, but now…
She’s numb.
Huo Ai released her grip on Dong Enyu’s chin, instead leaning in to lightly peck the corner of her lips.
“Did it hurt that much?” she asked, seeking an answer from Dong Enyu.
In the enclosed room, the steam moistened her eyes.
Dong Enyu blinked twice, and water droplets slid down her eyelashes… She nodded, looking as if she were crying.
“You fell for me, didn’t you?” Huo Ai wiped away the fake tears, holding the woman’s face and examining it closely.
“From the moment we met to reaching an understanding, you’ve been secretly in love with me, haven’t you?” The hoarse voice was soothing to the ears.
Dong Enyu placed her hand on Huo Ai’s back, gently pushing the woman away.
“I have no resistance to capable women.” At this moment, she smiled subtly.
She couldn’t say she had no feelings for Huo Ai, but she couldn’t say she loved her deeply either.
It was just a chemical reaction, attracted by her excellent qualities, not a secret crush.
Dong Enyu’s rejection made Huo Ai quite displeased.
She pushed the woman back, squeezing her slender body between Dong Enyu’s legs, her hands on either side of her shoulders, their bodies completely pressed together.
“You knew I had a boyfriend, yet you kept seducing me?” Huo Ai lowered her head, biting Dong Enyu’s neck, not too hard, not too soft.
“Was it me unconsciously seducing you, or you unconsciously thinking I was seducing you?” Dong Enyu laughed, allowing Huo Ai to ignite the flames of desire on her body.
Huo Ai raised an eyebrow, asking for a kiss from Dong Enyu, her voice hoarse, “Of course, it was you tempting me.”
…
Two hours later, Dong Enyu sat in a massage chair, enjoying life.
She lifted her heavy eyelids, watching Huo Ai in a dark purple velvet bathrobe, pacing back and forth in front of her, holding a stack of thick documents.
“You negotiated with arms dealers, handling such a dangerous task alone?” She recalled overhearing a conversation outside the door.
Huo Ai was like a stubborn old man, refusing to bring anyone along, not even a bodyguard.
“Originally, the old lady was going to accompany me, but I declined,” Huo Ai casually sat on the sofa, placing the documents on the table.
“The other party isn’t a gang, they operate with scale and rules.
I can go alone, and I can come back alone.
Bringing too many people would embarrass them.”
“Perhaps they were attracted by your beauty and didn’t want to harm you?” What arms dealers, what gangs, just different names, but the same darkness at the core.
Dong Enyu adjusted to a comfortable position, her slightly open bathrobe revealing alluring skin, especially enticing under the dim light.
“Thank you for the compliment,” Huo Ai boldly let her gaze travel from the woman’s calves all the way up, stopping at Dong Enyu’s overly open bathrobe neckline.
“They’ll be sending people to deliver goods soon.
If you want, I can take you to pick up the goods.” Her hostility towards Dong Enyu had significantly lessened.
This made the woman feel somewhat flattered.
“As your partner or subordinate?” Dong Enyu suppressed a smile, speaking lightly.
Huo Ai tapped her thigh with her index finger, her gaze shifting from the woman’s chest to Dong Enyu’s eyes.
“Partner.”
Just two words were enough to put Dong Enyu at ease.
Her status had risen…
“Or do you want to attend under a different title?” Huo Ai saw Dong Enyu smiling happily and asked on a whim.
However, besides being a partner or subordinate, what other title could she have with Huo Ai?
“I wouldn’t dare to hope,” Dong Enyu shook her head, pulling her loose collar together.
“I’m afraid Manager Huo’s boyfriend would get jealous.” She spoke smoothly, without any awkwardness.
“Do you care?” Huo Ai heard Dong Enyu mention it often, naturally thinking the woman cared about this “boyfriend” figure.
However, Dong Enyu nodded nonchalantly, her attitude casual, as if she were a secret mistress, feeling jealous of the legitimate wife’s presence when with Huo Ai, but having no grounds to complain, at most making a few sarcastic remarks.
“He’s dead,” suddenly, Huo Ai dropped a bombshell, causing a small storm in Dong Enyu’s heart.
“He was my fourth partner, killed by a grenade during a transaction.
By the time I arrived at the scene, there wasn’t even a body left.
It’s a pity, he was a good man, gone too soon.”
Dong Enyu saw Huo Ai was quite calm, not thinking the woman was lying.
“I’m sorry for your loss.” It was the only thing she could say.
“Actually, I’m not sad,” Huo Ai shrugged, “It might sound strange, but when I heard the news of his death, I didn’t feel any sadness.
I just watched the paramedics arrive, clean up the remains, and take them away.
I didn’t shed a single tear during the process.”
Cruel or heartless, Huo Ai was equally surprised by her own indifference.
“For a man I dated for over two years, I didn’t feel a bit of regret,” Huo Ai said as she stood up, coming to Dong Enyu, pulling open her bathrobe again, and slipping her hand inside.
“Later, business got busy, and I took over as manager.
Now, I’ve even forgotten what he looked like.”
Dong Enyu slightly furrowed her brows, puzzled by Huo Ai’s inappropriate actions while recounting such a regretful event… It was too incongruous.
“Manager Huo, you’re putting me in a difficult position,” Dong Enyu pulled away the woman’s hand, accidentally letting the bathrobe fall open, revealing her body, prompting Huo Ai to straddle her.
“Now’s not the time for this, is it?” Dong Enyu felt powerless, having already played with Huo Ai for two hours earlier.
The scent of elegance emanated from Huo Ai, and the heat was palpable when their skin touched… Dong Enyu lifted her head, feeling Huo Ai’s soft hair brush against her cheek.
The woman rested her forehead against Dong Enyu’s brow, slowly closing her eyes, allowing her to see those butterfly-like eyelashes tremble slightly.
A woman like a classical painting, full of poetic allure, with a regal aura, clinging to her, unwilling to leave…
“What do you want to say?” Dong Enyu murmured.
Vaguely, she knew Huo Ai wasn’t expressing nostalgia for a past relationship.
What she wanted to say, Dong Enyu had an inkling.
How much could be said, and how much could be expressed?
Dong Enyu’s hand, resting on Huo Ai’s back, gently caressed, as if the warmth between lovers was slowly brewing.
“This job is very dangerous.” When Huo Ai said this, she slowly opened her dark eyes to meet hers.
Their pupils reflected each other, yet it was unclear what was real or false.
Very dangerous…
Dong Enyu pondered these three words in her heart, not responding for a long time.
“There’s always a risk to life, like when you were kidnapped, and then taken hostage this time,” Huo Ai’s voice was low and soft, “Any mistake could cost your life.”
However, Dong Enyu had long been aware of what she was saying.
Like walking a tightrope, perhaps she could tie a thin rope around her waist to ensure her safety, but who could give her a definite answer that the rope wouldn’t break after falling? Before she could secure 100% safety, she was already pushed onto the tightrope by the audience’s applause, taking each step carefully, yet only able to smile.
Dangerous?
So what?
Maybe the wind was strong, maybe the audience wanted to see a clumsy act, but she was destined to walk this path to the end.
“Honestly, I never thought I’d see you again.” This was definitely a heartfelt statement, Dong Enyu could tell.
Because even she never thought she’d live to see this day…
“I thought you were a goner.” A light remark, like a blade piercing Dong Enyu’s heart.
No blood, just a bit of pain…
“Is that so?” Dong Enyu turned her head to avoid Huo Ai’s descending kiss, leaning close to the woman’s ear with a light laugh.
Lazy, charming, carefree…
The curve of her lips masked any bitterness.
Dong Enyu’s red lips parted slightly, saying lightly, “Too bad I’m hard to kill.”
