Morning Longing for Warmth – Chapter 7
by Little PandaFriend
Is she good at it?
Shen Suqing left feeling dissatisfied and full of resentment. In her view, Shiyi was always just a servant, and the lowest kind at that. Wei Hui actually had this kind of person offer her a toast, which was a blatant insult to her!
However, she didn’t dare say anything to Wei Hui. She just gritted her teeth, tilted her head back, drank the wine in her cup, and finally, with eyes blazing, said, “Third Miss, take your time. I’m leaving first.”
Wei Hui responded calmly and casually, watching her leave.
Beside her, Shiyi was a bit timid: “Third Miss, I…”
Wei Hui turned her head and, for once, showed a slight smile: “You did very well.”
Having grown accustomed to her extremely indifferent brows and bland expression, the sudden slight smile on her lips was like those rare flowers in the courtyard, blooming suddenly before the eyes, bright and captivating. Shiyi held her cup, her face showing the joy of being praised and a touch of shyness.
Before long, a few people occasionally came by to offer a toast, but Shiyi turned them all down.
Her alcohol tolerance wasn’t that great, but one thought kept echoing in her mind: she was brought here by the Third Miss; she was the Third Miss’s person, so she couldn’t embarrass the Third Miss. Even if she couldn’t drink it, she had to swallow it!
Wei Hui didn’t notice her little thoughts, instead, she looked over at Shen Hao on the other side. A few minutes later, her phone rang. She glanced at the screen, answered, and put it to her ear: “Third Miss, Old Master Shen has spoken with Minister Qiao, and customs can release the goods.”
Old ginger is spicier (a saying meaning that experience brings wisdom).
Old Master Shen said he wouldn’t bother with Wang Yongshun, yet he couldn’t resist helping to smooth things over. Wei Hui propped her forehead with her right hand: “Got it.”
As soon as she hung up, Shen Hao came over, holding a cup: “Third Miss, could I have a word with you?”
Wei Hui looked up, her features deep and striking, with full brows and fair skin, red lips—a casual glance from her could stir one’s heart. Shen Hao squeezed his cup, thinking this was the woman he dreamed of having.
Unfortunately, he didn’t understand before, and now he can’t. Wei Hui’s current status is likely out of reach for several of him. If it weren’t for borrowing Old Master’s name and that unfinished building in the western suburbs, how could Wei Hui possibly appear at such a gathering?
But since she’s here, how could he let her leave easily? Shen Hao smiled: “Is it convenient for you, Third Miss? Mr. Wang is also in the lounge.”
Wei Hui’s red lips moved slightly: “Of course, it’s convenient.”
Shen Hao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, gave his assistant a look, and then walked with Wei Hui toward a private room inside the hotel. Behind them, Shiyi wanted to follow, but since Wei Hui hadn’t said anything, she awkwardly stood up. Seeing Wei Hui’s figure moving further away, her heart momentarily felt a bit panicked.
Just now, with so many high-ranking officials and distinguished guests coming to toast, she wasn’t afraid at all because Wei Hui was sitting next to her. Now, having just left her side, she began to feel at a loss.
Someone tapped her on the shoulder: “Alone?”
Besides business partners of the Shen family, most of the people here were Shen Hao’s friends. Du Yueming had been sitting in the living room for a while, and just as she was feeling bored and about to leave, she saw Shiyi standing up. She was slim and fragile-looking but had a very pretty face. Having had a few light drinks, her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her once-clear eyes now had a slightly intoxicated look, making her appear like a little white rabbit easy to catch.
Seeing that Shiyi didn’t respond, Du Yueming asked again, “Are you alone?”
Shiyi looked at the suddenly appearing woman, who was also wearing a red dress, with long hair over her shoulders and matching high heels. Her figure was graceful, and she wore a slight smile. Perhaps because the woman was wearing a dress in the same color as Wei Hui’s, Shiyi instinctively compared them.
She wasn’t as pretty as the Third Miss, not even one-tenth as much.
Realizing what she was thinking, Shiyi quickly shook her head and replied, “I’m not alone.”
Du Yueming smiled, “Here with a friend? Do you mind if I sit next to you?”
The more Du Yueming looked, the more delighted she became. Shiyi seemed just like a little white rabbit who hadn’t experienced much of the world—naive and clueless, just looking at her brought joy. She wondered who had brought her along. Everyone here was a familiar friend, so it shouldn’t be hard to find out.
Moreover, if someone truly cared about Shiyi, how could they leave her sitting here alone? So, she was probably someone’s temporary date. With this thought, Du Yueming’s smile deepened.
Shiyi didn’t know what she intended to do, but she shook her head again: “I don’t mind.”
Du Yueming’s eyes narrowed with a smile, not expecting such an encounter before leaving. Her perfectly applied red lips moved slightly, and she asked with a smile, “What’s your name?”
As she asked, her gaze roamed freely over Shiyi, her eyes full of curiosity.
Her figure didn’t show much flair; she was frail and slender, with a small frame. However, her skin was very fair, and wearing an exquisite dress added quite a bit of allure. In terms of body shape, she couldn’t compare to the voluptuous women Du Yueming had dated before—she had neither the bust nor the curves, and barely any flesh. But her demeanor was pure and very clean, and most importantly, her face was beautiful. Even with a bare fac, she was three times more refined than those who painstakingly dressed up. Coincidentally, Du Yueming was a ” yan gou ” (slang for someone who is attracted to physical appearance).
Du Yueming stared at Shiyi without blinking, making Shiyi feel as if she was sitting on pins and needles. She shifted slightly to the side, holding her cup tightly and said, “I’m called Shiyi.”
“Shiyi?” Du Yueming smiled, “Nice name.”
“You can call me Yueming. How about becoming friends?”
Shiyi paused for a moment, looking at the hand extended towards her, then slowly took it. Du Yueming grasped her slender hand tightly; while the back of her hand was fair, it wasn’t well-maintained, with skin not as smooth and somewhat rough, even having calluses, which slightly ruined the feeling.
Du Yueming held on and didn’t let go, making Shiyi feel a bit awkward as she tried to withdraw her hand, only to be gripped tighter. She could even sense a thin layer of sweat in Du Yueming’s palm.
“Yueming!” A playful female voice called out, and Shiyi’s hand was released.
“What are you doing here?” The newcomer was Zhao Li, the new darling of the modeling scene. “I saw you as soon as I arrived.”
Du Yueming glanced up: “Chatting with a friend.”
Her tone was casual and indifferent, not even sparing an extra glance at Zhao Li.
Zhao Li’s laughter was even more alluring: “A friend, huh? Introduce me, too. Your friend is my friend, right?”
With a coquettish tone, Zhao Li had entered the modeling scene through Du Yueming’s connections. But the good times didn’t last, and within two months, Du Yueming lost interest. Seeing her career about to plummet, Zhao Li managed to get in tonight upon hearing that Du Yueming would be there.
However, Du Yueming’s face grew cold. When they were together, Zhao Li’s coquettishness, clinginess, and even unreasonable requests were all seen as cute. But once they broke up, playing these tricks was unwelcome, so Du Yueming said coolly, “Lili, didn’t we agree to part on good terms? What’s the point of clinging on like this?”
Hearing her words, Zhao Li knew Du Yueming was upset. Having been together for two months, she had figured out Du Yueming’s temper. She immediately said, “Yueming, you misunderstand. I really just came over to say hello.”
Du Yueming lifted her eyelids to look at her, her thin lips smiling: “Now that you’ve said hello, can you leave?”
Zhao Li was momentarily blocked by her words, clenching her hands so tightly that her nails dug into her palms. She took a breath and said, “Alright, then goodbye.”
From start to finish, Shiyi hadn’t said a word. She watched as Zhao Li came over with a playful smile and left in anger, still not fully understanding what Du Yueming meant by “part on good terms”.
Isn’t that phrase usually used for boyfriends and girlfriends?
After Zhao Li left, the atmosphere here was a bit awkward. Holding her cup, Shiyi took a small sip of her drink. Without turning her head, she could still sense Du Yueming’s gaze on her, causing her ears to turn bright red.
Du Yueming spoke first: “Sorry for letting you see that embarrassing scene.”
Shiyi quickly said, “No, no.”
After speaking, she pressed her fingertip against the rim of the cup: “Did you have a fight with your friend?”
Du Yueming replied with a nonchalant tone: “She’s my ex-girlfriend.”
Shiyi kept her head down, “Oh.”
After a moment, she glanced sideways at Du Yueming. Ex, ex, ex-girlfriend?
Shiyi wasn’t all that naive, but in the many households she had been in, it was always the male owners who would make advances or have designs on her, while the female owners wished they could chop her up and feed her to the dogs. So, in her limited world, she had never considered the concept of homosexuality. Even though she had heard of it before, hearing someone openly talk about an “ex-girlfriend” for the first time left her utterly astonished.
Du Yueming noticed her shocked expression completely and felt like teasing her. She leaned closer to Shiyi, deliberately speaking in an ambiguous manner: “What? Do you think I’m a freak?”
Shiyi quickly shook her head: “No.”
Du Yueming laughed: “Then why are you so nervous? I’m not going to eat you!”
Shiyi had already had some alcohol, and now, being cornered on the edge of the sofa with Du Yueming so close, her face flushed with heat, turning bright red. Du Yueming had only intended to tease her a little, but now, with a deep gaze, she said, “Want to go out with me?”
Her voice was laced with allure. She had a strikingly beautiful appearance, with narrow, elongated eyes that seemed to draw you in when she smiled. Shiyi, very honestly, shook her head and firmly said, “No.”
She wasn’t influenced by her at all. Although her face remained flushed, her gaze was clear, and her demeanor upright. Du Yueming smiled, “Then…”
Before she could finish, a gentle voice came from behind: “Shiyi.”
Shiyi immediately stood up, swiftly moving past Du Yueming to stand in front of Wei Hui, bowing her head: “Third Miss.”
Du Yueming turned to look and found that it was indeed Wei Hui.
This Buddha hadn’t attended a gathering in ages, so it was quite surprising to run into her here—truly fortunate. Du Yueming remembered that during school, Wei Hui was always at the top of the popularity charts. Men wanted to sleep with her, and women wanted to be slept by her. Even Du Yueming herself couldn’t help thinking, who hasn’t dreamed of such things?
Later, Wei Hui went abroad to study, achieving excellent grades, and it was said that she returned home before graduating to take over Wei Tian Group. While others were still young ladies and gentlemen, she had already become a self-reliant boss, leaving them all far behind.
Being with her had become a luxury.
Du Yueming’s gaze lingered on her, and she heard Shen Hao calling from not far away: “Third Miss.”
“You forgot your documents.”
Wei Hui walked a few steps forward in her high heels, taking the documents from Shen Hao’s hand. Her side profile was cool and indifferent. Du Yueming noticed her fingers holding the documents—slender and graceful—and couldn’t help but tilt her head and ask, “Is this the friend you mentioned earlier?”
Hearing the word “friend,” Shiyi remained silent, not making a sound. Du Yueming thought she was being shy, so before Wei Hui arrived, she asked, “Is she good?”
Still holding her cup, Shiyi was left dumbfounded by Du Yueming’s question.
The author has something to say:
Current Little Milk Bun: I don’t know if she’s good.
Future Little Milk Bun: She said I’m pretty good.
Third Miss: ……
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