Tong Sui quickly withdrew his hand, “You should pay more attention next time.”
Zhong Yi nodded, a beat behind.
He secretly glanced at Tong Sui’s face, the warmth from their previous contact lingering on his skin.
“What are you looking at?” Tong Sui awkwardly averted his gaze. “I didn’t mean to touch you. If you dislike it, just wash your hands yourself.”
But Zhong Yi turned and bent down, rummaging through the cabinet until he pulled out a familiar gift box. “This… is for you.”
It was the welcome gift he had prepared for everyone yesterday.
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Zhong Yi’s mindset: He came to find me, so excited—he’s looking for Jiang Ciyan, so that’s fine—he invited me, so excited! (Wagging tail uncontrollably.)
Tong Sui didn’t understand what it meant for him to give this to her at that moment, so he stood there without taking it, which made Zhong Yi anxious.
He grabbed Tong Sui’s hand and shoved the gift into it.
Tong Sui said, “Didn’t you specifically tell someone not to give this to me?”
“I changed my mind. Is that not allowed?” After saying this, Zhong Yi turned away, his face flushed; his hair, disheveled as if he had just rolled around in the grass, looked far from the refined appearance he had earlier.
He resembled a large dog having a playful time on the grass.
Tong Sui chuckled softly, “Alright, I’ll take it.”
As his words fell, Zhong Yi’s tense shoulders relaxed, and an old smile returned to his face, unseen by the cameras.
At that moment, the bathroom door swung open.
Jiang Ciyan walked out with wet hair, glanced at the items in their hands, and said coolly, “Are you apologizing to him?”
Zhong Yi immediately exploded in anger, “Apologizing? Who said I would apologize?”
He had never apologized to anyone in his life.
Zhong Yi suppressed his smile, returning to his haughty demeanor. He walked past Jiang Ciyan with his clothes and slammed the bathroom door shut.
Jiang Ciyan said nothing, his bony fingers holding a hairdryer, methodically drying his dark hair.
Tong Sui watched from the side.
Jiang Ciyan pulled out a chair next to him, saying, “Come sit and wait.”
“Okay.”
Tong Sui awkwardly walked over and sat down, listening to the hairdryer’s gentle buzzing, the fragrant warm wind occasionally brushing against his cheek.
This was Jiang Ciyan’s unique scent, not that of the products the production team provided.
Although he was the one invited to sit here, Tong Sui felt even more uneasy than he had standing before.
He fiddled with the note in his hand and casually said, “Zhong Yi said he wanted to go buy ingredients with us.”
“Yeah, I heard that earlier.” Jiang Ciyan replied, “He also wanted to change clothes right in front of you.”
Tong Sui hurriedly said, “I didn’t let him change.”
“Hmm, it’s actually no big deal if you see it,” Jiang Ciyan said calmly, “His body isn’t worth looking at.”
The comments flooded in:
— Is President Jiang calmly jealously expressing his feelings?
— Hahaha, isn’t the implication that President Jiang is much more attractive than Zhong Yi? I don’t believe it unless I see it!
— To be fair, even though Zhong Yi is tall and has a good figure, Jiang Ciyan’s physique is top-notch. He’s all sweaty from morning workouts—his clothes cling to him, and one can feel his narrow waist and muscles even through the fabric.
— President Jiang’s world of two has been disrupted like this; could he not be angry? Zhong Yi, you better be careful; you can’t outsmart President Jiang!
…
Tong Sui glanced at the closed bathroom door at Jiang Ciyan’s words. “It’s fine; I didn’t really notice.”
Everyone dresses more or less the same.
However, if Zhong Yi had heard this, he would surely go crazy again.
Tong Sui waited for a while, and when Jiang Ciyan finished drying his hair, he styled the stray strands at the front, pushing them back with hairspray.
As Tong Sui watched him tie his tie, his fingers wrapped around the fabric, tightening the collar just under his slight Adam’s apple. The silver band on his index finger reflected shimmering light, keeping the beast within subdued.
He naturally exuded an aura, and once he donned his tie and tailored suit, he radiated a sense of restraint and discipline as if his very breath was cold.
At that moment, Zhong Yi came out, dressed and clicked his tongue. “Mr. Jiang, we’re just going to the supermarket to buy things, not to acquire it. You’re dressed too formally.”
Tong Sui turned his head.
Zhong Yi wore a casual baseball jacket and hoodie, with a silver chain around his neck. He looked stylish, though the intricate embroidery on his baseball jacket added a flamboyant touch that made it seem expensive.
Both of them had their own distinct styles, and since fashion ultimately relies on looks, even the flashiest garb appeared acceptable to Tong Sui.
Jiang Ciyan responded, “Actually, there is a business acquisition meeting this afternoon. Would Young Lord Zhong like to join?”
Zhong Yi was momentarily speechless.
If anyone else had said this, he would have found it hard to believe and might have thought they were showing off, but with Jiang Ciyan—who even garnered respect from his father—having investments in S City was hardly surprising.
Thus, the three of them went downstairs together.
Tong Sui didn’t have a driver’s license, so he obviously couldn’t drive.
Zhong Yi slid into the driver’s seat of his silver sports car, lowered the window, and rested his arm on the frame. “Get in, I’ll show you what speed and excitement feel like.”
This car was a global limited edition, and he had personally modified it at a high cost. Usually, even his friends didn’t dare to touch it.
Though Tong Sui looked young, he probably wouldn’t be able to resist the allure of a sports car.
Recalling Zhong Yi’s earlier driving style, the way he drifted effortlessly gave Tong Sui goosebumps; he preferred a steadier approach to driving.
So he glanced at Jiang Ciyan.
Jiang Ciyan rarely drove himself due to the complexities of his work but was naturally steadier than Zhong Yi.