Dong Enyu didn’t want to talk anymore.
But her silence didn’t stop Yong Le from pressing on.
“Did Huo Ai dump you?” Her crimson eyes allowed no evasion as she stared intently at the woman, wanting to hear the truth.
Huo Ai… The familiar name echoed in Dong Enyu’s ears, and she almost wanted to laugh.
If Huo Ai really cared about her, Dong Enyu wouldn’t be so troubled.
She smirked self-deprecatingly at Yong Le’s speculation, feeling powerless.
But if she didn’t clarify, it would inevitably lead to misunderstandings and inexplicable knots in her heart, so Dong Enyu still responded.
“Huo Ai doesn’t like women.” She’s a normal woman who only likes men.
Unexpectedly, Yong Le snorted, “So it’s unrequited love, huh?” This time, Dong Enyu couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows and lightly refute, “I don’t like Huo Ai.” It was all Yong Le’s assumption.
“Really? There’s a saying that feelings grow over time.” She mocked Dong Enyu’s affectionate nature.
“Neither I nor she could ever be.” Just thinking of Huo Ai’s proper smile made Dong Enyu instinctively shake her head.
It wasn’t regret, but certainty.
“Oh?” Yong Le didn’t continue to press, instead sitting back in her office chair, resting her chin on her hands with a smile, “Then is it Mu Lin?” A simple sentence stirred a strong wind in Dong Enyu’s heart, almost making her voice a rebuttal.
Mu Lin… Mu Lin… Dong Enyu maintained a proper smile, but internally repeated the name of the little woman.
Yong Le was right, but Dong Enyu couldn’t show any wavering.
Even so, the atmosphere of confrontation suddenly shifted, the previously oppressive air now exuding a more dangerous scent… Yong Le squinted her flame-red eyes, reflecting the woman sitting upright across the desk, her smiling mask flawless, but her soul had long drifted away.
Dong Enyu was nervous, Yong Le could see it clearly.
Facing lies, she just wanted to pierce them, to expose the composed Dong Enyu in front of her.
“You forgot me, but not her,” the clear voice was without impurities, yet the tone carried a questioning note, “Isn’t that a bit biased? Baby?” Silence at this moment seemed too false.
Dong Enyu took a breath, with a faintly warning tone, “Don’t call me baby.” She was tired of being someone’s baby… When was this lie seen through? From Yong Le’s confident attitude, perhaps it was overturned as soon as the lie was spoken.
But Dong Enyu wasn’t nervous or surprised; such a flimsy trap couldn’t bind her.
However, what Dong Enyu loathed was that look of having her in the palm of her hand, scheming and calculating.
“You can fool for a while, but not forever.
That Mu Lin, I remember you mentioned her to me a long time ago, did you think I forgot?” Back then, Dong Enyu and she hadn’t started a relationship, and Mu Lin’s name was already wedged between them, “Anything related to you, I remember very clearly, never forgotten.” What should have been a sweet sentence now sounded like a threat…
Dong Enyu lowered her eyes, putting away the fake smile.
Since the lie had been shattered, why force a smile? She wasn’t a clown…
“I understand why you’re playing this amnesia game, but I have no patience left, Dong Enyu,” Yong Le shook her head, her slender finger lifting Dong Enyu’s chin, forcing their eyes to meet, “Why not rekindle our old flame? Whatever ambition you have, I can help you, how about it?” A broken line, maybe it could be reconnected with a knot? But how to tie this knot?
“No need,” Dong Enyu reversed her grip on Yong Le’s wrist, slowly moving that restless hand away, “You have so many babies, just rekindle with them, don’t count me in.” Yong Le never lacked playmates.
“But they burn out quickly, I get bored fast, you were the one I burned with the longest.” Yong Le didn’t pull back her hand, instead spreading her fingers, forcefully intertwining with Dong Enyu’s.
Burned with the longest? … Dong Enyu chuckled a few times, full of disdain.
Was this Yong Le complimenting her or mocking her?
“I don’t go back to old flames.” That was Dong Enyu’s answer, as she withdrew her hand from the tight grip.
The warmth of the other still lingered…
“Then be fair, don’t go back to Luo Ye or Zhao Han either,” Yong Le shrugged, leaning back in her chair with a mocking smile, “But you won’t be able to resist, will you? You’ll definitely hook up with them because they have what you want.
Besides, after Luo Ye’s promotion, the Boss thinks highly of her, so you must want to climb into her bed, right?”
Provocation, insult, doubt… Dong Enyu felt nothing in the face of such words.
After a while, she only gave a faint smile, lightly saying, “In that case, why don’t you find a way to get promoted? Then maybe I’ll want to climb into your bed too, hmm?” It was clearly a joke, but Dong Enyu said it with utmost seriousness.
Climb into whose bed? For what? Vanity? Money? Power? She, Dong Enyu, was that kind of woman now…
But would Yong Le go to such lengths for her? Yong Le’s answer was only a shake of the head and a faint smile, “No way, I’m not interested in status.” As she spoke, she handed the contract back to Dong Enyu, and as the other took it, Yong Le held onto the paper, their eyes meeting, “I signed the contract, shouldn’t you treat me to a meal?”
She gave Dong Enyu what she wanted, in return, Dong Enyu should give her some benefits…
“What do you want to eat?” Rather than a transaction, it was an exchange of interests.
Dong Enyu replied openly, not wanting Yong Le to become an obstacle.
“I want to eat you.”
…
The golden silk sheet draped to the floor, the woman on the double bed turned over, pulling the entire sheet back.
A pair of fair legs stepped onto the plush carpet, heading towards the bathroom, soon followed by the sound of running water.
Dong Enyu leaned lazily against the pillow, her body exuding the fatigue after passion.
She looked around the room, clearly Yong Le was wealthier than she had thought, or rather, her real residence was here, and the small place where she used to “entertain” herself was just a warehouse…
The spacious apartment suite was luxurious and tidy, with furniture leaning towards a European style, colorful and artistic.
Dong Enyu picked up a cigarette from the bedside table, it was Yong Le’s usual brand, with a particularly strong gunpowder taste, but at this moment, it felt anesthetic, a light dizziness, a blurred vision, as if everything was a dream, letting Dong Enyu sink into the chaos between reality and illusion.
Unfortunately, her eyes were covered, but her heart was never lost.
She let Yong Le “eat” her, pinning her to the bed, venting fiercely, the two embraced, kissed, exchanged breaths, feeling each other’s heartbeat and body temperature, and after cooling down, only a strong sense of fatigue remained.
Dong Enyu was willing to open her arms, she didn’t mind Yong Le seeking the warmth of her body, because it was a price, and also a disguise.
Dong Enyu was now a very terrible and undignified woman.
For an unclear purpose, she could use her body and heart as bargaining chips.
A cigarette was extinguished, and the woman came back to her senses.
Listening to the continuous sound of water from the bathroom, Dong Enyu wrapped in the golden silk sheet got out of bed.
She walked around the bed, suddenly attracted by a black package placed in the wardrobe.
The wooden door of the wardrobe was half-open, a strange protrusion particularly conspicuous.
Dong Enyu glanced at the bathroom, then strode towards the wardrobe, unzipping it without a word, and held her breath.
No exclamation, no fear, only brief surprise… Inside the black bag was a sniper rifle.
A sniper rifle…
Dong Enyu carefully lifted the gun, the bullets were complete, the gun body shiny, not a cheap product.
Despite countless “whys” in her heart, she knew Yong Le wouldn’t give her an answer.
The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, Dong Enyu knew Yong Le had already opened the bathroom door and walked out.
She could even smell the scent of steam mixed with fragrance in the air, and hear the muffled sound of Yong Le’s footsteps on the carpet as she approached.
As the footsteps drew near, a fair arm wrapped around her waist, a delicate face pressed against the side of her face, a chin resting on her shoulder, and an idle right hand reached forward to grasp the wrist holding the gun.
Silence… Yong Le washed away the wild perfume scent, now full of the fragrance of shower gel, yet it made Dong Enyu feel equally tense.
The hand holding the gun didn’t tremble, an invisible confrontation quietly unfolded.
“Careful,” Yong Le broke the silence first, her tone carrying a hint of laughter, lazily saying, “Careful not to have an accidental discharge.”
Accidental discharge… Dong Enyu pondered these four words in her heart, while the gun was forcibly taken by Yong Le.
“Why do you have something like this?” It wasn’t a toy gun, but a real sniper rifle.
“Of course, I bought it, did you think it fell from the sky as a gift?” Yong Le said while checking the bullets, occasionally glancing at Dong Enyu.
“What do you need it for?” She knew Yong Le wouldn’t say, but she had to probe… Yong Le’s purpose.
“Hunting pigs,” unexpectedly, Yong Le gave a childish lie, but she said it with ease, “I’m working part-time, occasionally hunting a few pigs to sell to the butcher.” Those flame-like red eyes showed no wavering, clearly lying, with no need to hide it.
Dong Enyu pursed her lips, not responding.
Yong Le, however, laughed more brightly, asking, “Do you believe it?”
Believe it or not…
“No,” Dong Enyu slowly smiled, “No.” She repeated.
Yong Le shrugged, laughing, “Then forget it.”
“Does Han Ge know you’re working part-time?” Dong Enyu took a step back, her back against the wardrobe door.
The two faced each other, the distance within a meter.
Upon hearing this, Yong Le calmly loaded the magazine, making a crisp “click” sound.
The bullet was chambered, the safety off.
The gun barrel aimed at the woman wrapped in the golden silk sheet, her dark eyes showing no fear.
In the crosshairs, Yong Le saw Dong Enyu’s slightly raised lips.
At the same time, she also raised a faint smile and said, “My secret, only you know.”
