After Breaking Up, I Shared an Apartment With My Best Friend and Her Boyfriend (H) - Chapter 23: Already Married to Someone

Chapter 23: Already Married to Someone

Li Zhen was a unique man.

Because of his profession, he possessed strong logical skills and a contrarian mindset. His way of seeing problems differed from most people, and his thinking often ran opposite to the majority.

Over the past six months of working for him, due to his personality, Chen Qiao rarely spoke with him. The total number of times Li Zhen initiated a conversation with her didn’t exceed ten sentences.

So, for Chen Qiao, this job was indeed easy enough, though not exactly respectable. Even Wen Sui, to preserve Chen Qiao’s dignity, told people she worked late nights in overseas operations, dealing with time zone differences.

That included Lin Yizheng. He only broke up with her after suddenly learning about her job, urging her to quit. He said he could support her.

Late at night, in a villa on the outskirts, the exterior design stood out with an elegant architectural style. The interior was equally tasteful—both rustic and modern—every detail reflecting the owner’s refined taste.

In the second-floor master bedroom, the spacious, bright room held expensive furniture and artwork, exuding understated luxury.

A young man stood on the balcony with a glass of red wine in hand, facing away from the light. His expression was somber as he gazed into the deep, dark night outside.

He wore a black suit, impeccably dressed.

Not far behind him sat a cushioned stool. Moonlight streamed through the half-drawn sheer curtains on the balcony. Chen Qiao perched upright on the stool, focused intently as she played the violin for Li Zhen.

Her lips pressed together, her demeanor calm. Her slender fingers danced across the strings like an elf on the delicate violin.

Everything was quiet.

Everything flowed gently like a trickle.

At five in the morning, when Li Zhen woke up to start his workday, Chen Qiao packed up and went home.

Sometimes, at Li Zhen’s request, she wore a gown and makeup to play for him. If there were no special demands, she dressed casually and performed barefaced.

So, compared to violinists on big stages who were required to wear makeup daily, she had it much easier.

After returning home and washing up, Chen Qiao went to the balcony to retrieve the shorts Xu Yanqi had cleaned. She sniffed the scent of laundry detergent on them—Wen Sui had bought it for Xu Yanqi, an imported brand with a citrus fragrance, Chen Qiao’s favorite too.

She carried the shorts back to her room. As she reached the hallway, Xu Yanqi’s door opened.

He wore a dark, tailored suit that highlighted his tall, lean frame under the light. His deep, chiseled features were handsome and aloof.

Chen Qiao stood there, staring at him. Her eyes carried a dazed, dreamy look.

He was, indeed, good-looking—better than Lin Yizheng, better than Xu Jiaming, even better than Li Zhen.

“What’s wrong?”

Xu Yanqi was puzzled by the way she looked at him.

Chen Qiao’s lips parted slightly without her realizing it. “Xu Yanqi, can I bum a breakfast off you?”

Her words, tinged with a hint of flirtation, slipped out boldly.

Clearly, Xu Yanqi didn’t catch the flirtation. He pressed his lips together and replied casually, “Sure.”

He seemed in a good mood that day.

After Xu Yanqi prepared breakfast, Chen Qiao asked him, “Did you make up with Wen Sui?”

“Or is Wen Sui coming back?”

She was eating a piece of toast, biting into it ungracefully. Instantly, the rich, creamy aroma filled her mouth, delighting her taste buds.