My Ex Who Dumped Me Comes to Hook Me Up Every Day - Chapter 25

The words came abruptly, carrying a hint of ambiguity.

To anyone else, Jiang Yuhuai’s meaning would have been unclear.

But for Jin Zhou, it held a different weight.

Low chassis, prone to breakdowns.

Now that Jiang Yuhuai was teasing her with these words, Jin Zhou felt no resistance. Instead, a secret sweetness blossomed in the hidden corners of her heart.

Yet her face remained impassive. “So, Dr. Jiang dislikes other people’s cars, which is why you asked me to drive you home?”

Like a clever fox, Jiang Yuhuai turned the question back on her. “What do you think, Lawyer Jin?”

Jin Zhou raised her gaze. “I can’t read Dr. Jiang’s mind.”

“Can’t read…” Jiang Yuhuai’s voice lingered, her cool, clear tone circling Jin Zhou’s ear, taking on an unexpectedly seductive quality. “Are you really unable to read my mind, Lawyer Jin?”

Jin Zhou averted her gaze, replying casually, “Even if I hadn’t stayed, as long as you didn’t drink, Dr. Jiang could have gotten home on her own, right?”

It’s perfectly normal for good friends to gather, whether they drink or not.

Jin Zhou’s words were rather presumptuous, overstepping her bounds.

Yet Jiang Yuhuai’s expression softened slightly. Far from taking offense, she seemed to be in a better mood.

“So, Lawyer Jin,” she asked, feigning ignorance, “are you implying I’ve been getting too close to Jiang Shuyi?”

Jin Zhou, still adjusting the microphone with her head lowered, replied coolly, “We’re not in a relationship that requires explanations. Dr. Jiang is free to associate with whomever she pleases.”

Jiang Yuhuai chuckled, the sound cutting clearly through the background music.

Jin Zhou’s hands froze mid-motion. She looked up at Jiang Yuhuai.

“What’s so funny?”

Jiang Yuhuai lowered her gaze, pausing before answering. Instead, she took two steps forward, closing the distance between them.

Sensing her approach, Jin Zhou instinctively recoiled. But trapped in the corner of the sofa, she had nowhere left to retreat.

Helpless, Jin Zhou watched Jiang Yuhuai draw closer until their noses nearly touched.

Jiang Yuhuai called her name.

“Jin Zhou.”

The familiar scent filled Jin Zhou’s nostrils once more.

A faint antiseptic smell mingled with the warm, sun-dried aroma of clothes and Jiang Yuhuai’s unique, subtle fragrance.

Jin Zhou’s throat felt dry, her head swimming as if she were drunk, though she hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol.

She swallowed unconsciously, her voice coming out slightly hoarse when she spoke.

“What do you want to say?”

Jiang Yuhuai didn’t answer with words, instead pressing a tentative kiss to Jin Zhou’s lips.

The contact was fleeting, so quick it almost seemed like it hadn’t happened at all.

Nuzzling Jin Zhou’s nose, she whispered, “Now, does Lawyer Jin understand my feelings?”

It felt like a kitten’s paw had scratched her heart, leaving a faint, lingering tickle.

Or like the sirens of Greek myth, whose sweet, effortless songs could easily ensnare the minds of travelers.

Jin Zhou’s breath hitched for a moment.

She stared intently at Jiang Yuhuai’s lips as they parted and closed, catching a glint of moisture in the dim light.

A thought surged through her mind:

So beautiful.

I want to taste what they’re like.

And so, Jin Zhou did.

Cool lips, breath hot and tangled.

Her mind felt like it was caught between fire and ice, hazy and disoriented.

In the end, all that remained was a warm, moist sensation and a sweetness beyond words.

Jin Zhou didn’t care for overly sweet things; she only ordered her light milk tea with thirty percent sugar.

Yet at this moment, she found herself thinking, for the first time ever:

More. I want more.

Jin Zhou deepened the kiss, savoring the taste.

Until Jiang Yuhuai’s breathing grew ragged and her cheeks flushed with an otherworldly, breathtaking blush.

Pop—

When they finally parted, a crisp sound echoed in the air, leaving behind a lingering, suggestive haze.

Jiang Yuhuai steadied her breathing, her expression quickly returning to normal, erasing all traces of her earlier coy resistance.

Jin Zhou, however, belatedly felt a pang of awkwardness.

Though no one had returned yet, this was hardly an appropriate setting for such intimacy.

At least, not for kissing.

Moreover, her actions had been glaringly inconsistent.

One moment she was delivering cold, mocking remarks, and the next she was initiating a kiss.

How strange.

It was as if… she had planned this all along.

If Jin Zhou could turn back time, she would definitely stop her infatuated self.

But that was just a hypothetical.

Now there was no chance for her to regret it.

Jin Zhou took a deep breath and decided to distance herself from Jiang Yuhuai.

But Jiang Yuhuai didn’t let her leave.

“I seem to recall Lawyer Jin saying we have no relationship.”

Jin Zhou’s hand froze mid-motion. “That’s right,” she replied stiffly.

Jiang Yuhuai’s fingers traced a circle around her face, the skin there flushing crimson.

“So, in Lawyer Jin’s view, people with ‘no relationship’ can still engage in… French kissing?”

Her usually cold and precise voice emphasized the last two words with deliberate emphasis.

As if discussing an academic paper, it inexplicably filled Jin Zhou with a sense of shame, as if she had stolen forbidden fruit.

She retreated subtly. “We’re… different.”

Jiang Yuhuai pressed closer. “How are we different?”

Jin Zhou avoided her gaze, but when she looked away, she felt her guilt was unwarranted.

She lifted her eyes to meet Jiang Yuhuai’s. “Then, Dr. Jiang, how do you think I’m different from Jiang Shuyi?”

“You and Jiang Shuyi?”

Caught off guard by the question, Jiang Yuhuai froze.

They stared at each other for a moment before, as if by unspoken agreement, simultaneously averting their gazes.

A brief silence hung in the air for a dozen seconds until Jiang Yuhuai spoke again.

“Jin Zhou, you’re jealous.”

Cough, cough, cough!

Jin Zhou choked on the mineral water she had just brought to her lips, unable to utter a word.

Jiang Yuhuai refrained from teasing her further, simply patting her back with a hint of amusement in her eyes.

Just then, footsteps approached the door.

Wen Yan and Qu Xinran burst into the private room together. “Zhou’er~ Jiang Yuhuai~ We’re back!!!”

Their voices, amplified by the microphone, echoed through the room.

But no one responded.

Wen Yan stopped in her tracks, sensing the peculiar atmosphere in the room.

On the sofa, the two women sat together, neither too close nor too far apart.

Jiang Yuhuai was smiling.

Jin Zhou looked flustered.

Upon closer inspection, their lips seemed slightly swollen, and a lingering sheen of tears still glistened in their eyes.

Wen Yan’s mind raced.

Something’s wrong… very wrong!

Something must have happened between them!

One by one, everyone returned, and the private room gradually filled up.

Jin Zhou didn’t suggest moving, so everyone tacitly avoided their corner, leaving the space to the two women.

Everyone except Jiang Shuyi.

As soon as she entered the room, Jiang Shuyi walked purposefully toward them.

Approaching, she placed a chilled bottle of mineral water in front of Jiang Yuhuai, her face softening into a gentle smile.

“Xiao Huai, you must be thirsty. I brought you some ice water.”

Jiang Yuhuai smiled back. “Thank you.”

Jiang Shuyi politely asked, “May I sit here?”

Jin Zhou remained silent.

Jiang Yuhuai replied, “Yes, you may.”

Jiang Shuyi promptly took a seat without hesitation.

As she drew closer, the scent of her perfume wafted into Jin Zhou’s nostrils.

Jin Zhou frowned, her voice cold. “What’s that smell? It’s suffocating.”

Her intention to pick a fight was obvious.

But ever since Jiang Yuhuai had called her out, Jin Zhou had adopted a reckless, “what’s the worst that could happen?” attitude.

Jiang Shuyi naturally sensed Jin Zhou’s hostility.

Her perfume was a delicate floral fragrance, subtle and natural.

Even in business negotiations, such a gentle scent often created a favorable first impression.

This was the first time she had encountered such resistance.

Jiang Shuyi tilted her head. “Lawyer Jin, are you particularly sensitive to strong scents?”

Jin Zhou didn’t look at her, simply saying, “It depends on the person.”

In the world of adults accustomed to insincere social niceties, this blunt, provocative remark was exceptionally rare.

Yet Jiang Shuyi’s expression remained calm, as if she had anticipated this confrontation all along.

She turned her gaze to Jiang Yuhuai, who sat composed in the center of the table.

“Then I’ll have to trouble Lawyer Jin to bear with me, as I only wish to sit with Xiao Huai.”

Only wish to sit with Xiao Huai.

Her intentions were laid bare, leaving no room for doubt.

Jin Zhou’s eyes darkened, the possessiveness in her heart threatening to burst forth.

She asked casually, “Are Chairman Jiang and Jiang Yuhuai very close?”

“Of course.”

Jiang Shuyi finally shifted her gaze from Jiang Yuhuai.

She sized Jin Zhou up and down, a confident smile playing on her lips.

“At least, far closer than Lawyer Jin might imagine.”

As the wine flowed, the atmosphere at the table grew increasingly lively.

Someone suggested playing Truth or Dare, and Wen Yan immediately slammed her hand on the table in agreement.

Dice were readily available.

Wen Yan quickly laid out the rules:

The lowest roll was the Ghost, the highest was the King.

The King could assign questions or dares.

The Ghost could choose to comply or take a penalty shot.

Jin Zhou’s luck held strong; she was always the one tormenting others in such games.

But some weren’t so fortunate.

Friend A exclaimed, “Seven! I’m the King!”

“I got four.”

“Three!”

Jin Zhou announced her roll: “Six.”

Wen Yan looked around the group. “Who rolled the lowest?”

Jiang Yuhuai held up her die.

One.

“I rolled the lowest.”

Trying to pry gossip out of Jiang Yuhuai was no easy task.

Friend A’s mind raced, and he asked with mischievous intent, “When was the last time you cooked?”

No one expected such a bombshell question right off the bat.

The crowd erupted in gasps, some clapping, others whistling, all playing their part as the atmosphere crew.

The last time…

It was undoubtedly last night.

Though she wasn’t the one being interrogated, Jin Zhou lowered her head guiltily, afraid to meet Jiang Yuhuai’s gaze.

Yet her mind raced with anxious speculation.

Will she tell?