In the driver’s seat, Dong Enyu held the steering wheel and turned on the morning news broadcast, listening to the latest updates.
Mu Lin sat quietly in the passenger seat, silent for a while, but couldn’t help wanting to ask something.
“Your roommate doesn’t talk much?”
Mu Lin’s voice was soft and pleasant, as she slightly turned her head to look at Dong Enyu’s profile.
She actually preferred Dong Enyu without makeup, as it made her feel closer to Dong Enyu, rather than talking to a stranger.
“Yeah, she’s always like that, so you don’t need to worry about it,” Dong Enyu reassured her.
“She seems cool and not very approachable,” Mu Lin played with her fingers, casually asking, “Did you know her before?”
She was curious about how Dong Enyu ended up living with Luo Ye, given their vastly different personalities.
“We met through work, and due to some circumstances, we have to live together temporarily,” Dong Enyu glossed over it.
In reality, it was more than just a small incident; it was an encounter that could change her fate, but she didn’t want Mu Lin to know, nor could she let her know.
After all, undercover work was lonely, and she couldn’t confide in anyone.
Dong Enyu always held back in conversations, and Mu Lin didn’t press her, so the rest of the drive was silent.
When the car stopped in front of Mu Lin’s apartment building, Dong Enyu unlocked the car and smiled as she said goodbye to Mu Lin.
However, Mu Lin hesitated, not getting out of the car.
“Do you have something else to say to me?”
Dong Enyu raised an eyebrow, patiently waiting as she watched Mu Lin’s hesitant expression.
Unexpectedly, Mu Lin unbuckled her seatbelt and suddenly leaned in to lightly peck Dong Enyu’s lips.
The soft touch of their lips meeting and parting was just a simple kiss, yet it made Dong Enyu’s heart skip a beat.
Mu Lin’s fragrance lingered, sweet like a little woman, and her lips were soft, like cotton candy.
Dong Enyu touched her lips, wondering if she had just been dreaming.
Mu Lin had kissed her, and it was such a surprising attack that left Dong Enyu a bit dazed.
“Does that count as a kiss?”
Mu Lin asked, while Dong Enyu was still staring at her rosy lips in a daze.
…Does it count as a kiss?
Looking up, Mu Lin’s cheeks were flushed, and Dong Enyu felt her own cheeks heat up as well.
“It counts,” she nodded, her lips curling into a smile, “It was wonderful.”
Like the fluttering heart of a first kiss.
Hearing Dong Enyu’s comment, Mu Lin couldn’t maintain her composure.
She quickly said goodbye and got out of the car, leaving in a hurry like a child who had done something naughty.
Dong Enyu watched quietly, a satisfied smile on her lips, until Mu Lin’s figure disappeared behind the building’s automatic doors, and then she drove away.
When Dong Enyu got home, she bought a simple breakfast for Luo Ye.
She placed the egg pancake and soy milk on the table and casually sat on the sofa.
At that moment, Luo Ye was on the phone, remaining silent as the person on the other end did most of the talking.
Luo Ye occasionally responded with a “hmm” or “okay.”
After a while, she hung up and started eating the breakfast Dong Enyu had bought for her.
“The goods you mentioned, are they from the big brother, or someone else?”
Dong Enyu wanted to confirm, but she knew the Antique dealer would only target Han Ge’s goods…
“Han Ge,” Luo Ye replied honestly.
As expected, it was the Antique goods invested by Han Ge and Qi Ge.
But she didn’t understand why, knowing there would be a robbery, Qi Ge still let Luo Ye go alone.
Wasn’t that too risky?
Dong Enyu watched Luo Ye finish her breakfast and noticed the bandage on her hand.
Since the goods were robbed, there must have been a serious conflict.
Although Luo Ye only had minor injuries, she remembered that Yong Le also went to deliver goods.
If it was Han Ge’s Antique goods, Yong Le would definitely have to help.
She recalled Yong Le breaking an arm last time, and this time she wondered…
“Did Yong Le get hurt too?”
Dong Enyu tried to ask casually, hiding her inner worry.
She and Yong Le were no longer lovers, not even friends, but she couldn’t deny that she was still concerned.
Luo Ye heard her question but didn’t answer, casually leaning back on the sofa and turning on the TV, trying to ignore Dong Enyu.
“Is Yong Le okay?”
This time she raised her voice, as Luo Ye’s indifferent attitude made her anxious.
Was it a broken arm?
A broken leg?
Or did she get away unscathed?
Yong Le wasn’t as calm as Luo Ye; she was like a wild beast, reckless and unrestrained, loving to charge into danger and only feeling satisfied when covered in scars.
But Luo Ye was different; she observed calmly, agile and knowing when to retreat or act.
So compared to Luo Ye, Dong Enyu was more worried about Yong Le’s injuries…
Dong Enyu leaned forward, and only then did Luo Ye look at her directly.
But the sharp gaze from under the brim of her hat made Dong Enyu feel a bit guilty.
“I’m just asking, showing concern for a colleague on the road,” she subconsciously clenched her hands, reminding herself to appear composed.
Luo Ye took off her cap and tossed it far away, her eyes calm as she stared at Dong Enyu.
“She didn’t go,” three words that dispelled all of Dong Enyu’s worries.
…She didn’t go?
What followed was a flood of confusion.
Han Ge’s main investment, how could Yong Le, as a trusted subordinate, not go?
Dong Enyu looked at Luo Ye suspiciously.
Was she lying to her?
Or did Yong Le really not go to deliver goods?
Was it possible?
Dong Enyu kept throwing questions in her mind, but swallowed them before speaking.
“Is she not delivering goods anymore?”
After thinking it over, it seemed only possible that Yong Le herself didn’t want to, and no one could stop her.
Dong Enyu asked softly, the TV volume was loud, the laughter from the variety show contrasting sharply with her tense mood.
“I don’t know,” Luo Ye turned to watch TV, throwing three words at Dong Enyu.
At that moment, Dong Enyu was displeased.
She picked up the remote and turned off the noisy TV.
She didn’t like Luo Ye brushing her off.
Even though she didn’t speak much, the words “I don’t know” inexplicably made her angry.
They often went to various hotels together, and even if they weren’t particularly close, there should have been some rumors.
“How could you not know?
Aren’t you friends?”
Dong Enyu suppressed her anger.
She didn’t speak with a strong tone, but she really disliked Luo Ye’s dismissive attitude.
“There must be some news, right?”
She wanted Luo Ye to tell her.
…but she didn’t realize she was being too persistent.
Suddenly, Luo Ye grabbed her arm and pulled her, causing the world to spin.
Dong Enyu fell heavily onto the sofa.
Luo Ye straddled her, placing her hands on either side of Dong Enyu’s face, leaning in close.
Luo Ye’s gaze gave her a strong sense of pressure, and Dong Enyu realized she had overstepped.
She and Yong Le were no longer in a relationship, and she shouldn’t have asked so much.
…especially in front of Luo Ye.
She didn’t understand Luo Ye’s intentions towards her.
Sometimes Dong Enyu felt Luo Ye cared about her, and other times there was a long distance between them.
They could hug and kiss each other, indulge in passion without restraint, but they could never bridge the gap.
If Dong Enyu asked too much, Luo Ye would tell her to shut up; if Dong Enyu talked too much, Luo Ye wouldn’t listen.
…What was this?
“Caring about her?”
Luo Ye’s breath brushed against her lips, warm and ticklish…
Dong Enyu squinted her eyes, looking back at the woman on top of her.
Strong, calm, like a wolf scrutinizing her, trying to uncover the secrets in her eyes.
“Useful?”
As soon as these words were spoken, Dong Enyu froze.
Luo Ye asked if Yong Le was still useful?
Suddenly, Dong Enyu seemed to understand something.
“What about me?”
Luo Ye leaned down, whispering in Dong Enyu’s ear, slowly and deeply, “What about Mu Lin?”
Bang!— The living room suddenly erupted with a loud noise.
Dong Enyu pushed Luo Ye away with all her might, knocking over the table as she fell off the sofa.
Dong Enyu panted heavily, her expression furious, but her eyes were flustered.
Without a word, she rushed back to the bedroom, slamming the door shut.
As the door closed, her angry expression turned into helplessness.
Her chest heaved violently, and she slid down the door, sitting limply on the floor.
…Using.
Luo Ye hit the nail on the head.
She got it all right.
Dong Enyu used Yong Le, and she used Luo Ye because their status in Wutang held absolute weight, so she got involved with them.
But Mu Lin was different.
Mu Lin represented a normal life in her world, so she liked being with Mu Lin, chatting and talking.
It made Dong Enyu feel that life still had beauty, giving her the motivation to complete her tasks.
But she never expected Mu Lin to bring her any benefits…
Just being her emotional support was enough.
So when Luo Ye pointed out that Dong Enyu was using Mu Lin, it completely tainted her normal social circle and indirectly denied her goodwill towards Mu Lin.
She wasn’t such a despicable woman, nor a materialistic one.
She only acted that way as a performance…
A mask, she was just wearing a mask.
At that moment, she understood the relationship between her and Luo Ye.
It turned out they were using each other.
Dong Enyu used Luo Ye to re-enter Wutang, so what about Luo Ye?
What did she plan to do with her?…
She couldn’t figure it out.
Dong Enyu never understood Luo Ye, and she had no way to understand her.
From that day on, Dong Enyu never returned to the apartment.
She was busy with affairs between nightclubs, fully immersing herself in work, spending nights in the office.
Although Mu Lin had sent her messages over the past few days, Dong Enyu felt a bit overwhelmed.
She replied, but the content was vague, even making Mu Lin think she had caught a cold and advised her to rest early.
Looking at the messages Mu Lin sent, telling her not to push herself, and to remember to take medicine if she got sick, then get a good night’s sleep.
Dong Enyu curved her lips into a smile.
She hadn’t smiled much these days, making her smile feel a bit awkward.
Maybe Mu Lin was right, she was sick, and it wasn’t a mild illness…
But a heartache had no cure, and even if she wanted to leave this identity behind and go on vacation, she couldn’t.
She simply replied with “Thanks for your concern,” then tossed her phone onto the table, accidentally knocking over a stack of documents.
A thick data book fell onto the table, and when Dong Enyu picked it up, she couldn’t help but frown at the account details written on it.
