It’s About You (GL High H) - Chapter 13

“Come~ in~ the door’s not locked~” Wanqi Lang drawled, her voice soft and sticky.

Xing Enxi pushed open the door, and her gaze swept over the break room, taking in the whole scene at once: scattered snack wrappers, a lopsided bottle of sparkling water, and a woman on the bed dressed in a sexy nightgown with a flushed complexion, yet stubbornly posing as a frail Xi Shi.

Xing Enxi’s lips pressed into a thin line. This setup fell a hundred thousand miles short of the severe injury and sickbed she had imagined.

“Where’s the report?” Xing Enxi walked in, as if determined to see through her act. “Let me see it.”

“Legal Affairs Xing, why so eager?”

Wanqi Lang let out a coquettish whine and slowly picked up the crumpled diagnosis report, her fingers covering the key details as she held it up to the light and pretended to examine it.

“Here it is, but my head’s spinning and my eyes are blurry—I can’t even make out the words…” As she spoke, she made as if to get out of bed. “Why don’t you come over and check it yourself?”

She threw off the thin quilt and stepped barefoot onto the soft carpet. That form-fitting wine-red camisole nightgown displayed her curvaceous figure without reserve. She wobbled two steps toward Xing Enxi. “My waist hurts so much, Xing Enxi—support me, will you…?”

Xing Enxi watched her exaggerated performance and did not budge, her arms crossed over her chest.

A triumphant gleam flashed in Wanqi Lang’s eyes, and right after, her foot gave way. She let out an “Ah!” of surprise and toppled straight toward Xing Enxi—seemingly in panic, but her movements precise to a fault.

Xing Enxi got caught off guard. Just as Wanqi Lang seemed about to crash into her arms, she reached out instinctively to steady her. But Wanqi Lang gave her a push, and the two stumbled backward two steps before tumbling onto the sofa behind them.

Xing Enxi let out a muffled grunt, her glasses nearly knocked askew.

Wanqi Lang used the momentum to pin Xing Enxi within her arms.

The distance between their bodies shrank to zero in an instant, and Wanqi Lang’s warm, melting fragrance enveloped Xing Enxi completely.

“You…” Xing Enxi felt a surge of annoyance and raised her hand to shove Wanqi Lang away.

“Shh—” One of Wanqi Lang’s fingers pressed lightly against Xing Enxi’s slightly parted lips.

She leaned in a bit more, her red lips drawing close to Xing Enxi’s ear, her breath warm and orchid-sweet, her voice dropping low and seductive:

“Legal Affairs Xing isn’t here to check on my injury? How can you see from so far away?”

Xing Enxi felt herself on the hook again, a throbbing heat coursing wildly through her limbs.

An ambiguous, confrontational tension wove madly through the air, thickening it in that instant.

The break room door swung open once more.

Shen Zhiwei stood in the doorway, holding an exquisite pastry box. Her cool features filled with astonishment.

Her employee was pinned aggressively to the sofa by her friend.

Xing Enxi’s shirt wrinkled slightly against the sofa armrest, her face a mix of red and pale, while Wanqi Lang wore that provocative wine-red camisole nightgown, her bare feet planted on the carpet, her arms braced on either side of Xing Enxi, her body pressed against the other woman’s.

Xing Enxi’s face exploded in red, social death swallowing her whole.

Wanqi Lang froze too—she had completely forgotten she had scheduled Shen Zhiwei to come over today.

The three locked eyes for a full five or six seconds.

Shen Zhiwei took a deep breath, blinked once, and cleared her throat.

“You guys carry on.”

With that, she turned to leave.

“Ah!” Xing Enxi summoned a burst of strength, shoved aside the still-regretting Wanqi Lang, and sprang up, hastily adjusting her glasses.

“President Shen, it’s not what it looks like.” She rushed toward the door in a jumble of words.

“Wait.”

Wanqi Lang seized Xing Enxi’s cool, trembling wrist and yanked her back onto the sofa with force. She herself plopped down casually beside Xing Enxi, crossed her legs, and casually hiked up the slipped strap of her nightgown before calling out to the doorway: “Weiwei, come back quick—come back and sit!”

Shen Zhiwei, pastry box in hand, returned.

Her face remained expressionless as ever, but her eyes gleamed with clarity—she was all set to enjoy the show.

She stepped around Wanqi Lang’s extended legs and settled into the single-seater sofa, setting the pastry box on the coffee table with a casual hand. Her arms draped loosely over the armrests, her body leaning back in relaxed repose, eager for the drama.

Wanqi Lang snatched up the report pinned under the pastry box and slapped it down on the coffee table in front of Shen Zhiwei, jabbing hard at the paper with her finger: “Look at my scan—such a serious injury, and she still won’t admit it.”

Xing Enxi trembled with fury at this reversal of facts: “You’re lying!”

“Hm?” Shen Zhiwei’s gaze finally shifted from the two of them, and she reached out to pinch one corner of the report.

“No obvious signs of fracture or bone cracks…” Shen Zhiwei read the line aloud.

Once finished, Shen Zhiwei let go, and the report fluttered back to the coffee table. She lifted her eyes, her brow arching faintly: “Indeed a very serious injury.”

The ending note rose just a touch, a blatant tease.

“Soft tissue contusion isn’t an injury? It hurts like hell!” Wanqi Lang jutted her chin out. “Don’t you two have any sympathy!”

“And the other day at her place, she even laid hands on me!”

“President Shen!” Xing Enxi nearly leaped from the sofa in her anxiety. “Absolutely not! She’s spouting nonsense!”

Shen Zhiwei looked at Xing Enxi, who seemed about to erupt in smoke, then at the bad-smile playing on Wanqi Lang’s face.

“At her place?”

She shifted slightly, settling into an even more comfortable spectating position.

Wanqi Lang: “……”

Xing Enxi: “……”

Xing Enxi felt herself on the verge of suffocation, her face scorching, her nails digging into her palms as her mind screamed wildly: Don’t ask! Please don’t ask!

Wanqi Lang could not stand the deadly silence any longer and threw caution to the wind:

“Hey! The point is I—got—hurt! Serious trauma to body and soul—she has to take responsibility!”

“Take responsibility? How exactly— like just now?” She paused, then nodded her chin toward Xing Enxi. “Or should our legal affairs come give you a massage every day?”

“A massage, well…”

Xing Enxi nearly choked on her breath as the scenes from that day assaulted her brain once more. She could hold back no longer, shot to her feet, and cut Wanqi Lang off, her face shifting from red to purple.

“Enough—stop it!”

Her fingers shook with anger, and her gaze raked fiercely over Wanqi Lang, who still feigned grievance.

Shen Zhiwei saw that Xing Enxi had truly blown up and was about to flee. She rose in sync and headed out first:

“I left the pastries here. You two sort it out slowly—I’ll come check on you in a few days.”

With that, she strode out with elegant poise, without a backward glance, and even thoughtfully closed the break room door behind them.