Tempt Flirting/Camp With Love - Chapter 10
Chapter 10
Zheng Shuyi felt a bit regretful at his smile.
If only she had been more straightforward and asked, “Do you have some opinion about me?” — at least then he could have answered simply “yes” or “no.”
But now he just stood there smiling, the smile not quite reaching his eyes. Anyone would feel uneasy.
Shi Yan took a step forward, getting a little closer to her.
“So why do you think I want to see you?”
Zheng Shuyi confidently puffed out her chest and threw the question back at him: “Then why did you reject my drafts three times?”
Her tone was neither humble nor arrogant, firm and resolute, laying out the logic clearly—somewhat persuasive.
After all, my drafts are so good that even the most professional editor-in-chief can’t find faults.
You rejected them three times; besides wanting to see me, what other reason could there be?
But Shi Yan just said lightly, “Not satisfied.”
“Not satisfied? What part isn’t satisfactory?”
The wind blew, Zheng Shuyi tightened her scarf, firing questions rapidly like a little machine gun, her chin held high. “Point them out one by one, and I’ll fix them one by one—I don’t believe I can’t get it right.”
She stared closely at Shi Yan, never backing down.
Unfortunately, someone wasn’t buying it.
Shi Yan chuckled softly, not wanting to argue, and started to walk away.
A fist hit something soft. Zheng Shuyi took a deep breath to steady herself, then turned and grabbed Shi Yan’s wrist.
Shi Yan turned back and saw Zheng Shuyi holding her chin high, the light flickering vividly in her eyes.
“Or maybe you just want to see me.”
“……”
After a moment of silence, Shi Yan looked at Zheng Shuyi’s face but slowly pulled his hand back.
Zheng Shuyi’s hand froze in mid-air.
No chance.
Just as Zheng Shuyi was about to find herself a way out and leave, the person ahead suddenly said, “Then come over.”
Zheng Shuyi was stunned for a moment. Shi Yan had already turned and walked toward the elevator.
She couldn’t help but smile triumphantly at his back, then hurried to catch up.
Along the way, Shi Yan didn’t speak.
Zheng Shuyi was tactful enough not to make a sound either, carefully maintaining this fragile balance.
She knew clearly she was being unreasonable, but she still didn’t know whether this person was really caught in her trap or just teasing her.
If she said more now, this delicate balance might break.
The elevator arrived, and Shi Yan walked straight out.
This was a penthouse floor, only one unit—quiet everywhere, so their footsteps, one light, one heavy, sounded especially clear.
Shi Yan pressed his fingerprint, and the door automatically opened.
Without pause, Shi Yan strode directly to a table in the living room, then turned back to Zheng Shuyi and tapped twice on the table with his index finger.
“Sit here and revise.”
“……”
Zheng Shuyi felt a bit speechless.
Did he really think I came here to revise drafts?
Reluctantly, she walked over, took out her laptop, and sat down.
While waiting for it to start, Zheng Shuyi sneaked a glance at Shi Yan.
After settling her, he acted like nothing was happening, took a phone call, whispered, took off his coat, and walked over to a row of dark cabinets to grab a glass casually.
The moment he turned, Zheng Shuyi immediately blushed, eyes shining with shyness.
Unfortunately, Shi Yan didn’t look at her.
He held the phone in one hand, the glass in the other, and headed to the liquor cabinet.
Zheng Shuyi thought: it seemed every man, once home, would loosen even the neatest white shirt.
She didn’t know when Shi Yan had undone a button, the front opening relaxed, flowing down to his waistline but held in by his crisp suit pants, his legs looking striking in the large room.
He casually placed the glass on the table, grabbed a decanter, poured wine while hanging up the call.
When he raised the glass, he looked back at Zheng Shuyi.
“Want some water?”
Because he had been so relaxed just now, Zheng Shuyi almost thought he’d forgotten she was there.
His sudden question brought her back, and she nodded.
“I want what you’re drinking.”
“This is wine.”
Zheng Shuyi’s pupils dilated; her eyes were delicate and lively, so she was always good at using her gaze to advantage.
She nodded again, looking into Shi Yan’s eyes: “I know.”
Shi Yan said nothing more and poured her a glass.
The glass clinked crisply against the table.
Zheng Shuyi smiled slightly at the sound.
But before her smile could spread, Shi Yan walked away.
Zheng Shuyi muttered to herself, then took a sip.
She knew this wine was strong.
But she knew her own tolerance even better.
Very smart — it could adjust based on her needs — from endless drinking without getting drunk to passing out after one sip.
The draft was opened, and Zheng Shuyi had to get serious.
Shi Yan sat by the window, turned on a floor lamp, relaxed back in the chair, sinking into the night.
After a while, the phone rang, breaking the silence.
Shi Yan’s voice was soft but clearly heard by Zheng Shuyi.
He answered, flipping through a book casually, saying, “No need.”
The caller was Qin Shiyue.
Her friend had recently been to Hungary, and she had asked them to bring back two bottles of century-old noble rot wine from an auction.
The person just landed not long ago, and Qin Shiyue took the goods, eagerly hoping to please Shi Yan.
“What’s up?”
Qin Shiyue asked.
Shi Yan looked up; through the floor-to-ceiling window, he could see Zheng Shuyi’s figure reflected.
He could clearly see Zheng Shuyi wasn’t looking at the computer but at him.
“It’s inconvenient.”
Shi Yan’s tone was casual, clearly not a business “inconvenient.”
Qin Shiyue blinked and probed, “What’s wrong, hiding a beauty in a golden house?”
“Work stuff,” Shi Yan looked away, staring at the wine glass, “Anything else?”
That was basically a polite way of saying, “Leave me alone.”
“When will you be done? I’ll bring it over.”
“No need.”
He hung up.
Qin Shiyue was silent for a while, listening to the dial tone.
Outside, the city lights brightened, traffic flowing like a moving painting.
Inside, quiet and warm, only the soft keyboard sounds filled the room—sometimes fast, sometimes pausing.
Like a harmony with the wind.
Shi Yan closed his eyes for more than half an hour.
Until Zheng Shuyi came back with her laptop.
Shi Yan opened his eyes, glanced at his watch.
“Much more concise.”
Zheng Shuyi said, “Any other problems?”
Shi Yan pointed to a spot: “This sentence you wrote isn’t what I meant.”
“What do you mean?”
Shi Yan raised his eyelids: “Think about it yourself.”
“……”
“Or should I write it for you?”
“……”
After half an hour of pondering that sentence, Zheng Shuyi had unknowingly finished her glass.
When she brought the laptop back to Shi Yan, her cheeks were flushed.
Shi Yan took the laptop and glanced at the time in the lower right corner.
It was already very late.
Half a minute later—
“That’s enough.”
Zheng Shuyi, worn out by repeated setbacks, was a bit unaccustomed: “Really?”
Shi Yan looked up at her, a faint scent of shampoo mixed with alcohol wafting toward his nose.
“Really no more changes?”
Zheng Shuyi suppressed the urge to scoff coldly but kept a sweet smile, with a bit of sarcasm: “I can still revise more, I don’t mind.”
“Hmm?” Shi Yan still in the same posture, looked down at her, “You don’t mind?”
“You’re staying so long at a man’s house, doesn’t your boyfriend mind?”
Zheng Shuyi’s smile faded, she lowered her eyes and whispered, “I don’t have a boyfriend anymore.”
Shi Yan raised an eyebrow.
Zheng Shuyi noticed his disbelief and added, “Really. The first time, that night when I saw you, I broke up with him.”
“……”
When she said this, she wanted to make sure he understood the key point: the very first time they met that night.
It was the truth; how he interpreted it was his own problem.
Shi Yan didn’t reply immediately, just looked at her deeply for a few seconds.
“So?”
So?
Zheng Shuyi didn’t expect the question.
The alcohol began to take effect, making her body warm and her mind a bit fuzzy.
She looked at him intently, fingers lightly tugging at his sleeve.
“Then, can I pursue you?”
After saying this, she stared at Shi Yan, watching for any sign of emotion.
But Shi Yan’s expression barely changed.
After a brief silence, he said calmly, “If I say no, will you stop?”
Zheng Shuyi blurted out, “No.”
Shi Yan said, “Then why ask me?”