latelenovela Chapter 91 Being a Clown
Chapter 91 Being a Clown
Song Qianyu shoved Song Qianyi aside, standing between the two of them, and gave Song Qianyi a look before taking Cheng Linhao's arm. "Linhao, there are so many people watching, let's not argue with her."
Song Qianyi saw Song Qianyu's protective intentions and took advantage of the opportunity to leave.
"What did she say to you?"
After closing the door, Cheng Linhao couldn't wait to ask.
"She said she had no other feelings for you and told me not to do anything to hurt her again." Song Qianyu observed Cheng Linhao's expression.
"Did you tell her that we were the ones who did this kidnapping?" Cheng Linhao asked rhetorically.
Having learned his lesson from the failed attempt to kidnap Song Qianyi, he deliberately chose someone else and concealed his identity so that Song Qianyi wouldn't discover his identity.
Song Qianyu shook her head, her eyes dim: "I'm a little tired, I'll go back first."
Before Cheng Linhao could respond, she stood up with her bag.
Her heart was in turmoil.
Cheng Linhao's reaction and Song Qianyi's words made her feel that she was being used by Cheng Linhao.
But she refused to believe it.
Cheng Linhao assumed she was unhappy, so he took her hand and coaxed her in a low voice, "Qianyu, don't be fooled by her. She's deliberately letting your guard down!"
A hint of confusion appeared in Song Qianyu's eyes.
really?
However, Song Qianyi's disgust and wariness towards Cheng Linhao did not seem fake.
Cheng Linhao, Song Qianyi—who should she believe?
Spring River Garden.
With Lin Shan in prison, Cheng Linhao and Song Qianyu won't be making any moves for a while, so Song Qianyi simply gave her two bodyguards a short break and went home herself.
All the way, I felt like there was a gaze following me from behind. I could hear the other person's footsteps as I walked, but when I turned around, there was no one there.
I looked back several times, but there was nothing there.
Could it be that being kidnapped has caused my sensitive skin?
She walked anxiously all the way, and finally saw her home. She couldn't help but quicken her pace.
I ducked around the corner and bumped into the man's solid chest.
Song Qianyi took two steps back. Before she could even look up, she saw the other person approaching and instinctively raised her hand.
"Treasonous retribution?"
Ji Jingshen grasped Song Qianyi's hand and asked in return.
Seeing that it was Ji Jingshen, Song Qianyi felt a little relieved and loosened her grip.
"Who do you think I am?" Ji Jingshen noticed Song Qianyi's nervousness and suppressed his smile.
"I felt someone following me," Song Qianyi whispered, "That's why..."
Ji Jingshen glanced behind Song Qianyi.
No fruit.
"Where's your bodyguard?"
"It's holiday time."
Song Qianyi couldn't help but glance behind her again.
She felt a chill down her spine and just wanted to get home as soon as possible.
It's safe once you get home.
Without even saying goodbye to Ji Jingshen, she headed towards her home.
I hadn't taken more than two steps when someone grabbed my wrist.
Looking up, she saw Ji Jingshen staring straight ahead, his eyes filled with worry: "If someone is really following you, it's most dangerous for you to be home alone."
His earlobes turned slightly red: "I'll make do at my place tonight."
"Huh?" Song Qianyi thought she had misheard.
"Unwilling?" Ji Jingshen released his hand: "That's true, I was meddling in other people's business."
"We're getting a divorce anyway, isn't it a bit inappropriate for us to live together?"
These were the words Ji Jingshen had urged Song Qianyi to move out, and now she's taking them back.
"Then you can stay at your own home." Ji Jingshen's expression remained unchanged, as if the hint of worry in his eyes just now was something Song Qianyi had imagined.
He had already turned around, ready to leave.
Show no mercy.
So, he was just being polite just now?
A faint sense of disappointment welled up in Song Qianyi's heart, and she decided not to follow.
Why follow them? Are you just asking for humiliation?
But the feeling of being watched from behind still lingered...
She lives alone. If her intuition is correct, wouldn't that give bad people an opportunity to take advantage of her?
Song Qianyi immediately followed: "I'll stay at your place then. You've already invited me, so I can't refuse your kindness."
So be the clown, it's not like it's the first time I've played the clown.
It's better to be a clown than to lose your life.
She jogged after him, following behind Ji Jingshen like a little tail.
Ji Jingshen didn't turn around, but out of the corner of his eye he saw two shadows, one in front of the other, under the streetlight, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
At the corner not far away, Jiang Minghao watched the two figures walk away, muttered a curse under his breath, spat, and turned to leave.
……
Pushing open the door to Ji Jingshen's residence, Song Qianyi's gaze swept across the living room, which was still no different from when she left. The black, white, and gray tones were cold and austere, with no trace of a woman living there.
Song Qianyi was in a good mood and easily returned to her previous room.
The room was furnished as before, except that some of her little toys were missing; it was just as it had been when she left.
Song Qianyi was in a better mood.
Lying relaxed in bed, I realized my body felt sticky, probably from the cold sweat I'd broken out from being so tense earlier.
Wrapped in a bath towel, Song Qianyi looked at the empty wardrobe and realized that she had taken all her clothes with her, including her pajamas.
Looking into the bathroom, the clothes that had been taken off were so damp from the steam that they were unwearable.
After hesitating for a few seconds, Song Qianyi went out wrapped in a bath towel.
The opportunity has arrived; we must seize it.
Knock on Ji Jingshen's door and wait a few minutes before he opened it.
Song Qianyi clutched the towel in front of her chest with one hand, looking pitifully at Ji Jingshen, "I don't have any pajamas, can I borrow one of yours?"
As she spoke, she leaned slightly forward.
As she approached, the sweet fragrance of shower gel wafted towards us.
Ji Jingshen couldn't help but straighten up, trying to get away.
It was the same shower gel I usually use, but it smelled extra good on Song Qianyi.
Everywhere you look, there is fair and soft skin.
The surrounding temperature rose several degrees, and Ji Jingshen's earlobes felt hot and his throat tightened.
He looked away, his voice unnatural: "I'll get it for you."
He turned around, and Song Qianyi followed closely behind, about to come in.
Upon hearing the voice, Ji Jingshen turned around and said, "Stand there and don't move."
Song Qianyi pursed her lips and obeyed, watching him take out a white shirt.
As he spoke, Ji Jingshen's gaze did not fall on her: "We don't have any new pajamas, but this shirt is new, so you can make do with it."
My gaze moved from the man's reddened earlobes to his broad shoulders, then to his strong arms, his well-defined hands, and finally to his shirt.
A mischievous thought suddenly welled up in her mind, and as she took the shirt, her fingertips brushed against Ji Jingshen's fingertips.
The other party quickly withdrew their hand.
The shirt lost its footing and seemed about to fall to the ground.
Song Qianyi quickly let go of her hand covering her chest and grabbed her shirt.
Without the cover of her hands, the bath towel slipped down slightly, exposing more of her fair skin to the air.
She leaned forward and had to hold onto Ji Jingshen to keep her balance.
Ji Jingshen subconsciously reached out and supported her slender waist.
The warmth of my body through the bath towel burned my palms.
I haven't had a chance to fully appreciate it yet.
"Stand still." Ji Jingshen's voice was cold and hard.
Surprisingly, it didn't take the bait.
Song Qianyi gritted her teeth, reluctantly stood up, and covered herself with the bath towel again with one hand: "Thank you."