A Love Letter Written to You - Chapter 9

Chapter 9 

 Oblivious to Romance

Ji Yu shook her head inwardly. Still… who told her to fall for her?

Ji Yu took her fingers in her hand. “They’re cold.”

“I just touched cold water,” she replied. Her fingers were wrapped in Ji Yu’s grasp, gradually warming up, as if the bathroom steam had drifted over to her as well. Leng Ying’s heart involuntarily skipped a beat. “I’ll get you the hair dryer.”

And with that, she left.

Ji Yu watched her back, gently rubbing her fingertips, savoring the sensation from moments ago. For a brief second, she seemed to understand what people meant when they talked about “stealing jade and fragrance”—the thrill of secret, tender intimacy.

Leng Ying shoved the hair dryer into her hand. “Dry your hair. I’ll go cook some noodles.”

The hair dryer buzzed for only a short while. Ji Yu, touching her half-dry hair, switched it off and wandered toward the kitchen. She leaned against the doorway, watching Leng Ying’s profile. The aroma of the noodles wafted toward her—this scene was nearly a dream.

It truly was good to be back in the country.

Ji Yu suddenly couldn’t comprehend how she’d endured it before—only ever seeing Leng Ying through texts, voice chats, and video calls… Compared to today, that life felt like that of an ascetic monk!

Leng Ying had no idea about the flurry of emotions in her heart, only that Ji Yu’s gaze was far too intense. So intense that even the roar of the range hood couldn’t drown it out. She turned her head slightly, “What is it?”

Ji Yu smiled warmly, her eyes reflecting her figure. “These beautiful hands of yours are making me soup… what a pity I’m no refined scholar worthy of it.”

“…” Leng Ying paused, then let out a soft laugh. “Where did you pick up that line?” She momentarily forgot to refute Ji Yu calling her sister.

Ji Yu stared at her without blinking. “Can’t it come straight from the heart?”

Leng Ying chuckled. “Alright then. No need to be a scholar. If you really want to repay me, then go obediently carry the noodles to the table and eat every last bit—including the soup.”

Such a simple wish!

Ji Yu walked lightly, her hair tips swaying as she moved. She picked up the noodle bowl and headed to the table. The scent of oranges trailed behind her and eventually reached Leng Ying’s nose.

Watching Ji Yu’s back, a gentle, water-like smile once again rose on Leng Ying’s face.

.

Ji Yu praised the noodles to the skies, so much that Leng Ying was slightly flustered, hesitating, “…Was it really that good?”

She’d tasted them herself—it was just her usual cooking.

“Of course!” Ji Yu affirmed without hesitation. “My stomach and heart are both so warm right now. Eating this… really feels like coming home.”

Leng Ying froze slightly, said nothing more, and quietly finished the noodles in her own bowl. Ji Yu offered to wash the dishes, and Leng Ying stayed seated, letting her gather up the utensils and head to the kitchen. The sound of running water flowed again.

There was a pale gold tablet on the sofa—not something Leng Ying would buy.

It was Ji Yu’s.

The tablet was charging.

Just like Ji Yu, after a long journey, drained of energy—needing to recharge. The tablet mirrored its owner.

Leng Ying naturally knew that Ji Yu saying she hadn’t settled down anywhere was just a polite lie.

…She was just going with the flow.

Ji Yu had mentioned before that she lived in Haicheng when she was young. They had once lived in the same city, breathing the same air, though they weren’t in the same neighborhood. Sadly, they had never met then.

How many days would she stay?

Unconsciously, Leng Ying sat down on the sofa. Ji Yu’s tablet was right beside her.

How long was Ji Yu planning to stay at her place?

I went with the flow… Leng Ying suddenly came to. Was her going with the flow… perhaps a little inappropriate?

But between friends, staying over at each other’s place is normal, right?

She’d never had that experience herself, but she remembered hearing her deskmate talk about it. Among close girlfriends, this sort of thing was common.

She steadied her thoughts.

Ji Yu, carrying the same orange fragrance as her, sat down beside her, placing the tablet on her lap. “Ying Ying?” Leng Ying heard her ask, “What are you thinking about?”

“…” It took Leng Ying twenty-nine seconds to respond, “About your work.”

Ji Yu: “?”

She instinctively felt Leng Ying was lying.

“My work?” Ji Yu raised her brows. “Did you forget? My family has… some modest wealth.” She lazily leaned against the sofa, angling herself toward Leng Ying. “Mm… though the core business is overseas, there’s a branch in Huaguo as well. After a few days of rest, I’ll take over operations.”

Leng Ying smiled. “Then I wish our President Ji great success.”

“Thank you, Ying Ying, for your kind words,” Ji Yu said. “I have a feeling things will go smoothly.” After all, her identity was laid out in the open—she had no intention of playing the game of pretending to be humble. She’d already interacted with the person in charge of the Huaguo branch and knew them fairly well.

“Oh, right.” Ji Yu opened the tablet. “I need to order some clothes.” She pushed the tablet toward Leng Ying. “Help me pick some? They’ll arrive tomorrow… Ying Ying, is there space for me in your wardrobe?”

“…” Leng Ying hesitated, a little embarrassed, then said, “A new wardrobe was delivered a few days ago.”

She had already aired it out and placed her usual scented sachets inside.

Which meant that soon, once Ji Yu’s new clothes were washed and hung up inside, it wouldn’t take long for them to carry the same scent as Leng Ying’s.

Ji Yu didn’t know that. She merely felt a bit regretful she hadn’t been given space in Leng Ying’s original wardrobe. But… on second thought, a new wardrobe was just as good! In a way, it was Leng Ying silently accepting that she might stay long-term.

As for the future… once the new wardrobe was too full, wouldn’t she be able to openly start hanging her clothes in her sister’s closet?

Plan: complete. √

She was overjoyed, and couldn’t help humming a little tune.

Leng Ying knew that song all too well. Even if Ji Yu was only humming the melody without lyrics, she could still recognize it—how could she not know a song she herself had written and composed?

Sensing the faint joy radiating from Ji Yu, Leng Ying softly asked, “Feeling happy?”

“You’re thinking about me. Of course I’m happy,” Ji Yu replied firmly. Her mood grew more elated. Leng Ying sat close beside her, their heads and shoulders touching as they looked over the tablet screen together.

Neither mentioned casting it to the TV screen.

Neither suggested it.

They kept browsing until it got quite late, until they were yawning with sleepiness, and then went to bed together.

No guest room was prepared.

…So they slept in the same room.