“Are you scared?” Yong Le asked the woman, pressing the gun to her heart, the bullet loaded.
“Yes,” Dong Enyu admitted frankly.
Of course she was scared.
If the trigger was pulled, her life would be over.
How could she not be scared? Yet her expression showed no fear.
“Don’t worry,” Yong Le smiled, removing the magazine and tossing it back into the wardrobe, then placing the gun at her feet.
“I can’t bear to.” She opened her arms and embraced Dong Enyu, holding her tightly, resting her chin on her shoulder, feeling the warmth of the woman and listening to her heartbeat.
When Yong Le felt Dong Enyu return the embrace, she couldn’t help but tighten her grip, as if trying to merge the woman into her bones.
“Give me back my panties.” Unfortunately, the tender moment was ruined by Dong Enyu’s words.
But she wanted more than just the panties.
She didn’t want to leave Yong Le with any “souvenirs.”
“No way,” Yong Le whispered in Dong Enyu’s ear, slightly loosening her grip.
She wouldn’t let Dong Enyu leave unscathed.
“Keeping them is useless to you, just give them back,” Dong Enyu patted Yong Le’s arm, trying to create some distance.
“I use them to comfort myself when I’m lonely, so I have to keep them.” That familiar mischievous smile appeared, giving Dong Enyu a sense of déjà vu, but she quickly returned to reality and pushed Yong Le away.
“You have so many treasures, why would you be lonely?” Dong Enyu said as she walked towards the bathroom.
Just as she was about to close the door, Yong Le pushed it open with one hand, forcing them both to stand under the shower.
Yong Le turned on the faucet, and warm water rained down, soaking them both.
Yong Le leaned in to kiss Dong Enyu, but it was just a simple touch of lips before parting.
“Are you jealous?” Her kiss seemed to soothe a lover.
Dong Enyu was not amused.
“I’m not jealous, just think you’re fickle.” Fickle, what a serious accusation.
Warm water continued to fall, rolling down their hair, sliding past their eyes, the droplets blurring their vision, yet allowing them to see each other more clearly.
Without makeup or fancy attire, their clothes clung to their skin, as if they were naked.
Their eyes met, bodies pressed tightly together.
“This isn’t fickleness,” Yong Le put away her usual mischievous smile, now just a simple smile on her lips.
“You should understand this feeling best, because when you were with me, didn’t you also sleep with Zhao Han?” So does that count as fickleness? Yong Le squinted her eyes, shaking her head.
In her eyes, this wasn’t fickleness.
It was an indescribable bitterness… not hard to swallow, but like a cat scratching at her heart…
“I know everything, what you do behind my back, who you associate with, I know it all.” Just like Yong Le hadn’t forgotten the name Mu Lin, anything related to Dong Enyu, she knew and remembered.
“That was…” Dong Enyu started to explain, but the words got stuck in her throat.
Any excuse now seemed contrived.
“Forced?” This time, Yong Le spoke for her, but she wondered, was it really forced?
Dong Enyu shivered involuntarily at the words.
Indeed, using words like forced or helpless here seemed too pretentious.
But Yong Le’s sudden questioning caught Dong Enyu off guard.
Just as she was about to turn her head away, Yong Le suddenly embraced her.
They stood under the shower, listening to the sound of water droplets, feeling the sticky sensation of fabric clinging to their skin, smelling each other’s scent.
“If you had told me, I would have helped you teach her a lesson, so Zhao Han wouldn’t dare bother you again, but you didn’t, you didn’t trust me.” Yong Le’s straightforward accusation left Dong Enyu speechless.
There was nothing more sincere than this.
She wasn’t being playful or manipulative.
At this moment, Yong Le might have been complaining or being honest.
She had wanted to help Dong Enyu, but the condition was that she had to rely on her, trust her, and not betray her.
“Because you didn’t trust me either,” Dong Enyu shook her head, chuckling softly.
“We don’t trust each other.”
They never truly trusted each other, so how could they talk about love? Even if there was, it was just superficial.
“You’re right,” Yong Le held the woman tighter, gently pecking her ear, whispering, “After we broke up, were you very sad?”
Dong Enyu raised her eyebrows at the question, hesitated for a second, then nodded, “Yes.”
There was no need to lie about this.
Maybe she didn’t trust Yong Le, but she had put in effort, so it was natural to feel sad when they parted.
However, she felt that Yong Le was asking a lot tonight, and most of it was about their “true feelings.”
“Did you cry?” This time, Yong Le cupped Dong Enyu’s face, her thumb brushing past the corner of her eye.
The falling water droplets slid down her cheek, like unstoppable tears, each one making her heart feel complicated.
No matter how much Yong Le wiped them away, the droplets wouldn’t stop.
Dong Enyu held Yong Le’s hand, lowering her head to rest against her chest, “Maybe?”
She couldn’t remember if she had cried.
“If it was so hard, why didn’t you come back to me?” Yong Le lifted Dong Enyu’s face in dissatisfaction, not allowing her to hide.
“Instead, you went to Luo Ye.
Why did you go to Luo Ye?” Not begging for mercy, but finding another backer? Yong Le knew the woman wouldn’t turn back, but she couldn’t help but complain.
“It was Luo Ye who came to me,” Dong Enyu corrected, displeased.
To be honest, she was surprised at the time.
“That guy has designs on you, did you notice?” Yong Le suddenly pressed Dong Enyu against the wall, moving them out of the shower’s range.
The sound of water droplets instantly diminished, and Dong Enyu clearly heard the word “designs.”
“Yes.” There was no need to hide this.
Anyone with eyes would notice, let alone the person involved? Although silent, she always lingered nearby.
More than a guardian, Luo Ye was like a hunter.
And Dong Enyu was her prey…
“She knew I was with you and often caused me trouble,” Yong Le laughed softly at Dong Enyu’s surprised expression.
“That woman secretly sowed discord between Qi Ge and Han Ge, and in the end, used you as a scapegoat to kill Qi Ge.
After you escaped, she even sent her men everywhere to catch you.
Luckily, you were fortunate enough to have Haijiao as a shield, otherwise, if caught, you’d be better off dead.”
These were things Dong Enyu didn’t know, including Luo Ye’s grudge against Yong Le…
“What’s your purpose in telling me this?” Dong Enyu hooked her arms around Yong Le’s neck, pulling them closer.
Yong Le and Dong Enyu pressed their foreheads together, their breaths mingling.
“To keep you away from her, that woman is dangerous.” This was Yong Le’s warning.
Dong Enyu, however, laughed, ruining the moment.
Her low, lazy laughter echoed, adding to her seductive allure…
“You’re no less dangerous.” In terms of danger, Yong Le was definitely on par with Luo Ye.
The two were evenly matched.
Yong Le didn’t deny it at all, even rewarding Dong Enyu with a kiss.
…
Back home, Dong Enyu sat in the dark living room, lost in thought.
That night might have been a breakthrough.
Yong Le inexplicably confessed to her, even revealing her feelings, making Dong Enyu feel unreal.
Under that mischievous and wild mask, what kind of person was Yong Le? How would she feel knowing about her relationship with Zhao Han? Thinking of this, Dong Enyu suddenly laughed, sprawling on the sofa.
So what?…
So what?…
A night of honesty, how much trust and goodwill could it regain? At least Dong Enyu preferred to maintain the status quo.
Scattered on the table were contract documents, Yong Le’s decisive signature catching her eye, silently reminding her that the game wasn’t over.
–Once you establish a good relationship, bring out the Boss, that’s why I keep you around.
Huo Ai’s words flashed through her mind, the hoarse yet pleasant voice reminding Dong Enyu of her next move.
She still had unfinished tasks, and with countless constraints placed on her, she could only give up struggling…
Bzzz… Bzzz…
The monotonous vibration of her phone pulled Dong Enyu back from her thoughts.
The name on the screen was completely unexpected.
Luo Ye.
The very Luo Ye that Yong Le had warned her to keep her distance from.
Rumble… Rumble…
“Hello?” Dong Enyu pressed the call button, her voice sounding slightly tired, as if she had just woken up.
In the living room, apart from Dong Enyu’s voice, it was eerily silent.
The only light came from the phone screen, illuminating the woman’s face, making her look particularly eerie.
The atmosphere wasn’t exactly warm or welcoming, but it wasn’t completely unapproachable either.
Dong Enyu was willing to negotiate with Luo Ye; she had to use this route to reach the Wutang Boss.
“Let’s meet.” Luo Ye’s words were concise and powerful.
She always spoke directly, and her steady voice even carried a commanding tone.
Dong Enyu glanced at her watch and said calmly, “Sorry, it’s my off-duty time now.” Not to mention it’s one in the morning…
Hearing no response, Dong Enyu leaned back in her chair and rephrased, “May I ask what Miss Luo wants?”
“To discuss business.” The background noise behind Luo Ye was a bit noisy, but it didn’t affect her speaking at all.
Holding the phone, Dong Enyu speculated about Luo Ye’s intentions.
Was her “discuss business” really about business? Or was it more personal? Facing a woman with amnesia, what was there to discuss? But knowing Yong Le’s nature, this secret definitely wouldn’t be kept.
“Sorry, it’s very late now.
If you don’t mind, how about tomorrow noon?” Without waiting for Luo Ye to respond, Dong Enyu added, “I’m free after noon tomorrow, so I can give the whole afternoon to Miss Luo.
How about that?”
How about that?…
The two fell into silence.
Dong Enyu even glanced at her phone to confirm the call was still connected before putting it back to her ear.
“Okay,” Luo Ye finally responded after almost three minutes, “I’ll pick you up at noon.”
“No problem, I’ll wait for your call, Miss Luo.” Dong Enyu silently curled her lips into a smile.
Luo Ye was very reserved, which Dong Enyu had known for a while.
But just holding the phone without speaking made Dong Enyu wonder what Luo Ye was thinking at that moment.
Did she call just to hear her voice? Or was it really to discuss business? At one in the morning?
“Good night.” Dong Enyu seemed to hint that Luo Ye should hang up, while also politely saying goodbye.
It wasn’t until a minute later that Luo Ye said “Good night,” and Dong Enyu ended the call.
