Although under Zhao Han’s “protection,” Dong Enyu was very safe, the only thing that worried her was the lack of progress… Her mission was at a standstill, and this month had passed without any progress.
Zhao Han rarely went out; her students would come directly to the villa for tutoring.
She had little social interaction, at most going out for two hours.
Moreover, the collar around Dong Enyu’s neck was a strong hindrance.
One night, while taking a bath, Dong Enyu accidentally tugged at it a few times, and unexpectedly, the collar emitted a warning sound.
Within a minute, Zhao Han kicked open the bathroom door and appeared in front of her.
That time, Zhao Han “disciplined” her on the bed all night… Therefore, escaping was not an option, especially when Zhao Han was at home.
For this reason, Dong Enyu had been despondent for a few nights, but later she figured it out, “The boat will straighten itself when it reaches the bridge.” And today, her boat finally straightened.
Early that morning, while Dong Enyu was cleaning the windows in the living room, the doorbell suddenly rang.
She instinctively exchanged a glance with Zhao Han, who was comfortably sitting on the sofa in casual clothes, sipping flower tea and reading a book.
After the doorbell rang a second time, Dong Enyu put down the cloth and went to the door.
When she unlocked the iron lock and opened the door, the face that came into view was somewhat unfamiliar, yet seemed familiar.
It was… “Brother Peng?” The golden-dyed long hair was particularly eye-catching, wearing a complex floral shirt paired with suit pants, looking very strange.
Brother Peng was in charge of managing Star Diamond in Wutang.
When Dong Enyu first joined Wutang, she had also interacted with Brother Peng, but unfortunately, their acquaintance was quite brief.
“It’s you?!” Brother Peng’s eyes widened instantly, and the bouquet of roses in his hand almost fell to the ground… It was her, Dong Enyu.
Brother Peng was about to shout angrily, but realizing this was Zhao Han’s house, he held back.
Everyone in the underworld knew that Brother Peng liked Zhao Han and had been actively pursuing her for a long time.
Unfortunately, the ice-cold beauty didn’t give him any face, not even holding hands, let alone a smile.
“Please come in.” Dong Enyu stepped back, knowing that Brother Peng suppressed his anger towards her.
Brother Peng glared at the woman a few times, suppressed all his questions, and stepped straight into the hall.
Zhao Han remained expressionless upon seeing Brother Peng.
She glanced at the man twice, raised her hand to sip her flower tea, and said lightly, “Dong Enyu, go clean the study.” Her intention to send the woman away was quite obvious, wanting Dong Enyu to stay away from the underworld.
The woman understood this well, so she obediently went upstairs, away from Zhao Han’s sight.
After Dong Enyu left, Brother Peng sat on the sofa and placed the bouquet of roses on the glass table.
His good mood was completely disrupted.
“Why is she here?” His tone was full of disgust.
“That woman is not clean.
She was with Yong Le, had dealings with Luo Ye, and recently even sought refuge with Haijiao… Keeping her here is very dangerous.” In short, Brother Peng really disliked Dong Enyu.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Han raised her eyebrows, her eyes calm to the point of being frightening.
“I have my own judgment.” Her own judgment? Brother Peng clenched his fists, unable to let it go.
“No, I’ll call the brothers from the underworld to guard tomorrow.”
“You want to monitor me?” Zhao Han raised her eyes, twisting Brother Peng’s meaning.
At that moment, Brother Peng choked on his own saliva.
“Cough, cough… I, I’m worried about you.
That woman is dangerous!” As for where the danger lay, Brother Peng couldn’t say.
In short, she had been with Qi Ge and Han Ge, but both died untimely deaths, as if cursed.
Dong Enyu always appeared and disappeared mysteriously…
Zhao Han shook her head, and when she put down the teacup, it made a “ding” sound on the table.
“What did you come to see me for?” Zhao Han asked, her eyes glancing slightly towards the staircase, which was empty.
Brother Peng swallowed the words he wanted to refute.
He was uneasy about Dong Enyu being there, but also afraid of displeasing Zhao Han.
After a moment of stalemate, Brother Peng sighed deeply, compromising, “I came to invite you today,” he said, taking out a cruise ticket from his pocket.
“It’s a charity gala organized by a friend of mine.
I want to invite you to attend.
This cruise ship is newly introduced from abroad, and it’s a rare opportunity to experience it.”
Brother Peng showed a sincere smile, his cheeks slightly flushed, like a middle schooler inviting his crush to a movie… However, the girl remained cold as ice.
Zhao Han glanced at the ticket on the table, then looked at Brother Peng.
“One is missing.”
“One is missing?” Brother Peng was puzzled by her question.
“If there’s no one to serve me, I won’t go out, so one is missing,” Zhao Han’s slender fingers pushed the ticket back to Brother Peng.
“Without Dong Enyu to serve me, I won’t attend.
If you want me to go, bring another ticket.” She made it clear enough: no Dong Enyu, no her…
Brother Peng was stunned.
Just as Zhao Han was about to withdraw her hand, the man pushed the ticket back.
“Wait, wait!”
“I understand.
I’ll get another ticket.
Three people should be enough, right?” Brother Peng said through gritted teeth.
He didn’t expect things to develop this way.
He could never guess Zhao Han’s heart, and now she had given him another problem.
But thinking about getting close to the woman on the cruise ship, Brother Peng reluctantly agreed to the three-person outing plan.
“Consider it.” Zhao Han took back the ticket but didn’t give Brother Peng a definite answer.
She said “consider it”… This made Brother Peng feel as if he had eaten a bitter fruit, but he didn’t dare to lose his temper, so he left reluctantly.
Zhao Han elegantly crossed her left leg, her eyes on the ticket on the table, and said lightly, “You can come down now.” The volume was neither too loud nor too soft.
If Dong Enyu had obediently stayed in the study cleaning, she wouldn’t have heard it, but she didn’t.
She stopped at the staircase, listening to the entire conversation between the two.
Zhao Han knew she was eavesdropping, and Dong Enyu didn’t deliberately hide.
The woman walked down the stairs with a composed stride but stopped at the staircase, staring at Zhao Han’s profile.
“You’re just bullying an innocent young boy.” Dong Enyu covered her mouth and laughed lightly.
In front of Zhao Han, Wutang’s Brother Peng became an innocent teenager… To this, the woman at the table blinked, her face expressionless.
“I’m just expressing a personal concern.” Zhao Han pointed to the empty coffee cup, indicating for Dong Enyu to pour tea.
“Why do you want to take me?” Dong Enyu stepped forward to pick up the teapot but hesitated.
She looked down at the woman, even though she was much taller than Zhao Han, she could never match the woman’s aura.
That cold and proud demeanor, even while sitting on the sofa, was still intimidating.
Afraid she might escape? Dong Enyu squinted her eyes at Zhao Han.
“He has ulterior motives towards me, so I need to bring a vicious dog to prevent him from harming me.” Zhao Han put down the book in her hand, leaning back on the sofa chair with a relaxed demeanor.
She called Dong Enyu a dog, and now she said she was a vicious dog…
“Are you so confident that you’re not afraid I’ll betray you?” Zhao Han called her a vicious dog but didn’t say she was a “loyal” vicious dog.
If Brother Peng really wanted to do something to Zhao Han, how could she be sure she would save her? Instead of taking advantage of the situation? After all, if Zhao Han wasn’t around, she would have more opportunities to escape.
“You can try if you have the guts.” Zhao Han slightly raised her eyes, a dangerous warning in her gaze.
If Dong Enyu had the ability, she could try…
“But let me say this first,” Zhao Han suddenly raised a cold smile, “if you dare to betray me, you’d better make sure I don’t catch you.
Otherwise, I can’t say what the consequences will be, but you should be prepared.” The rules were laid out, and anyone who dared to act recklessly should think about the consequences first.
Prepared… To this, Dong Enyu smiled and shrugged, but what she was thinking, only she knew.
…
That night, after taking a bath, Dong Enyu walked into the room, only to unexpectedly find Zhao Han lying on her bed.
They lived together, embraced, but didn’t share a room.
Tonight, Zhao Han suddenly appeared, breaking Dong Enyu’s only private time…
“Do you have something to say to me?” Dong Enyu fiddled with her dried long hair, sitting on the edge of the bed and asking Zhao Han.
The woman was lying on the quilt in a thin silk dress, her snow-white legs crossed, revealing a large area of spring light without any cover.
To men, it was undoubtedly a fatal temptation, but to Dong Enyu, it was not at all exciting.
She only felt a sense of trouble descending, but didn’t dare to directly “chase away” Zhao Han.
“Can’t sleep.” The woman turned over and looked at Dong Enyu.
Her meaning was clear: Zhao Han couldn’t sleep, so Dong Enyu had to find a way…
So Dong Enyu got up and left the bedroom.
Not long after, she returned with a fairy tale book, lying beside Zhao Han, casually flipping to a story.
It happened to be the candy house, and regardless of whether Zhao Han liked it or not, Dong Enyu just read it.
She didn’t just go through the motions; she even read it with some emotion.
After the story ended, Zhao Han was still staring at the ceiling.
“Why are you still awake? At this time, good children should be asleep.” Dong Enyu held the storybook, raised her eyebrows, and asked with a smile.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Han suddenly turned over, grabbed Dong Enyu’s chest with one hand, and kneaded it a few times, seemingly dissatisfied with Dong Enyu’s performance.
“If you want milk, just tell me.
No need to act it out.” Dong Enyu gently pulled Zhao Han’s hand away, receiving a nasal response of “hmm” from her.
Dong Enyu went to make a cup of hot milk for Zhao Han, then watched her drink it all.
Tonight, Zhao Han was a bit strange…
“Are you sleeping here tonight?” Dong Enyu took the empty cup and placed it on the bedside table, then lay down and asked.
As soon as the woman nestled into the quilt, Zhao Han came forward to hug her, tightly sharing warmth.
Zhao Han had a faint milky scent, like a child… Even her behavior was so coquettish…
“Your storytelling skills,” Zhao Han murmured, nestled in Dong Enyu’s neck, “are really bad.” Really bad… The three words were direct, but surprisingly didn’t anger Dong Enyu.
She leaned against Zhao Han’s chest, listening to the steady heartbeat, thump… thump…
“You should have said so earlier, then I wouldn’t have read it.” The woman’s tone had a hint of laughter.
She didn’t mind being criticized; if it was bad, it was bad…
“Tell a lie, your lies are more captivating than your stories.” Zhao Han requested, leaning close to Dong Enyu’s ear.
Let her lie.
Dong Enyu understood what Zhao Han meant…
“I like you.” As soon as the four words were spoken, Dong Enyu found Zhao Han’s heartbeat very steady, with no reaction to the four words, maintaining the same rhythm.
This also indicated that Zhao Han had no feelings, no reaction to the lie she told.
Then why ask her to lie? Since she knew it was a lie, why listen to it again and again?
“I like you, like you, very much,” Dong Enyu pursed her lips, repeatedly telling Zhao Han, “Since we met, I’ve liked you, liked you so much that I dream every night…” Before she could finish, Zhao Han had already turned over and pressed Dong Enyu under her, simultaneously covering the woman’s soft lips with her palm, stopping her from continuing.
In an instant, both fell into silence, Zhao Han’s breathing especially clear…
“I know.” Through the mirror, Dong Enyu looked into Zhao Han’s eyes.
The woman lowered her head, and they pressed their foreheads together.
Zhao Han spoke again, “I know.”
