Hearing Zhou Wang’s voice, sometimes gentle and sometimes teasing, Zhong Huilan didn’t need to guess to know there was a woman on the other end of the line.
Moreover, it seemed the relationship was quite close with Zhou Wang.
"Alright, I’ll have someone pick you up when the filming wraps up... let’s talk later, I have guests coming, I’ll call you back, bye-bye."
Hearing Zhou Wang’s last words, Zhong Huilan realized through the reflection in the glass that Zhou Wang’s gaze had already met hers, prompting her to quickly turn her head slightly.
Zhou Wang then hung up the phone, extinguished the cigarette in his hand, and turned around with a smile, saying, "You came without a sound... long time no see, Senior Sister Zhong."
Zhou Wang sized up Zhong Huilan.
She hadn’t changed much from memory, with an oval face, fair skin, eyes that appeared alluring due to their narrowness, and a tall figure tightly wrapped in a chestnut-colored overcoat, only exposing her slender legs clad in black stockings, wearing Valentino high heels, revealing most of her delicate instep.
Of course, what Zhou Wang most wanted to comment on was her pair of gold-rimmed glasses, the same style as Qi Jiayi’s... truly, the two sisters have the exact same taste.
It’s just that Qi Jiayi used them to soften her rather aloof features, but judging by the thickness of the lenses, Zhong Huilan really is nearsighted.
There hadn’t been any comparison before, but now, merging the images in his mind, Zhou Wang noticed quite a few resemblances in the features of Zhong Huilan and Qi Jiayi, though maybe it was a psychological effect.
It’s just that one set of maternal genes nurtured two distinctly different temperaments.
Zhong Huilan embodies the gentle beauty of traditional Huaxia women, while Qi Jiayi seems more coldly alluring.
Not to mention in bed...
Cough cough, promised to curb these thoughts, mustn’t think of such things.
While Zhou Wang was observing Zhong Huilan, her body, wrapped in the overcoat, also tightened up, mainly because Zhou Wang’s gaze was unashamed, and even if Zhong Huilan wanted to pretend she didn’t notice, she couldn’t.
"Mr. Zhou, hello, yes, long time no see..."
Her cheeks flushed, Zhong Huilan could only speak up to mask her embarrassment.
The "junior" she had intended to use to close the gap couldn’t come out, not only because of Zhou Wang’s scrutinizing gaze but also because his demeanor was markedly different from her memory.
Even his appearance seemed to have changed, becoming... more handsome.
Zhou Wang glanced at the visibly tense Zhong Huilan, a bit surprised; he remembered this senior sister being very warm and lively, joking quite a bit with him at alumni gatherings and even giving him a hug before parting...
But then he quickly understood, it was the rapid change in their social status that caused this gap.
After all, he was now, in some respects, her half-boss.
"Have a seat, would you like something to drink?"
Zhou Wang gestured for her to sit down.
"This is fine..."
Seeing Zhou Wang about to head towards the refrigerator, Zhong Huilan quickly pointed to the pitcher of lemon water already on the table.
"That’s from lunchtime, might be a bit sour... let’s just drink wine, you can manage, right? You seem a bit tense, maybe alcohol will help you relax?"
Zhou Wang said without allowing room for objection, directly retrieving a bottle of champagne from the fridge that Zhong Huilan didn’t recognize, turning with a smile to look at her.
A scrutinizing gaze, a man and a woman alone, plus alcohol...
It all seemed to confirm the suspicions deep inside her.
Zhong Huilan’s lips moved, but she couldn’t find the words to refuse, only feeling her heartbeat quickening.
Soon, Zhou Wang poured the champagne, after handing her a glass, he sat down beside her.
Zhong Huilan was already tense, unsure if it was her imagination, but Zhou Wang seemed to sit very close yet made no other overt moves, instead starting small talk about the alumni event.
Starting from the last alumni gathering, they chatted about her current situation, and just when Zhou Wang felt the timing was right, he spoke up:
"Senior Sister Zhong, are you an only child?"
Zhou Wang’s main reason for inviting Zhong Huilan today was, naturally, to fulfill Qi Jiayi’s request, to subtly probe Zhong Huilan’s background, giving the two lost sisters a chance to reunite.
He was following Qi Jiayi’s request for a gradual approach.
After all, when the sisters became separated, Zhong Huilan was still young, and she might not even remember those events.
"Yes, why do you ask?"
"You haven’t married, have you?"
"No, no... I’m currently still single."
Initially relaxed due to Zhou Wang’s buildup, Zhong Huilan became nervous again because of this question.
Yet, strangely, along with the nervousness came a sense of relief.
Was it finally getting to the point...
She now felt like she was in the torment before an execution, caught in a painful limbo, wishing it would resolve swiftly.
But just as Zhong Huilan braced for Zhou Wang to broach something "intimate," he abruptly changed the topic.
"Senior Sister Zhong, from your accent, it’s hard to tell, where are you from?"
"Uh... technically, I consider myself from Taiwan, but I left there at a young age with my adoptive parents and don’t have much impression of the place."
Zhong Huilan replied absentmindedly, feeling deflated.
Hearing her reply, Zhou Wang finally confirmed his suspicion; nothing in Zhong Huilan’s personal records indicated her adoption, but now her admission dispelled his last doubt.
Thankfully, he wouldn’t be deceiving Qi Jiayi after all.
He took out his phone to send Qi Jiayi a message, indicating she could come over. Zhou Wang, feeling rather pleased, raised his glass again and clinked it with Zhong Huilan’s, casually asking:
"Senior Sister Zhong, how does it feel to be the vice dean?"
Since Qi Jiayi’s room wasn’t on this floor and there was still a bit of time before she’d arrive, Zhou Wang intended to casually chat with Zhong Huilan.
But what Zhou Wang didn’t know was that Zhong Huilan, listening to his ever-shifting topics, finally couldn’t take it anymore.
To her, this last question was an overt hint from Zhou Wang.
Essentially saying: "I’ve made you vice dean, aren’t you going to show any gratitude?"
What was this!
If you want something from me, just go for it, we’re all adults here. I wouldn’t have come if I was afraid of getting pregnant!
Zhong Huilan figured it out; Zhou Wang was waiting for her to make the first move!
Fine, fine, seeing as I’ve eaten your food, I’ll indulge you, you perverse boss...
In a quick mental shift, Zhong Huilan, her cheeks flushed, suddenly lifted her glass and downed the champagne in one go in Zhou Wang’s bewildered gaze, swiping her lips with a hint of an alluring smile, then stood up.
"Junior, is the air conditioning in this room set too high, I’m feeling a bit warm..."
Even before Zhou Wang could respond, Zhong Huilan had already undone the buttons of her overcoat, allowing it to slip off her shoulder and reveal her inner attire.
Zhou Wang’s breath caught.
He hadn’t expected that under Zhong Huilan’s tightly wrapped overcoat was such a sensuous and fiery outfit.
A black silk blouse with a V-neck adorned her upper body, tied with big bows, and the opening plunged daringly into her cleavage, revealing smooth skin.
The tail of the silk blouse was tightly clinched by a black miniskirt, showcasing her ultrathin waistline, while downward, the black miniskirt flared into an exaggerated curve, tightly hugging Zhong Huilan’s hips and waist, evoking a sense of fullness poised to burst.
But the pièce de résistance was her pair of black thigh-high stockings with garters, the golden ratio of her long legs perfectly displayed before Zhou Wang.
The thin garter straps crossed fair, full thighs and disappeared into the skirt’s hem, making one want to pounce and tear them off in a frenzy to explore further.
(Reference image for Zhong Huilan’s inner attire)
As Zhou Wang stood dumbstruck, unconsciously gulping, Zhong Huilan had already murmured an "Mm" and "swish," flopping into Zhou Wang’s embrace.
She grabbed Zhou Wang’s hand, placing it on her stocking’s garter, her fevered red lips grazing his ear, murmuring:
"Naughty brother, this is what you wanted, right? Satisfied now?"
"Though appealing, it’s just..."
"Heh, I knew it!"
Before Zhou Wang could finish, Zhong Huilan already rasped hoarsely, muttering as her boozy lips clamped down on his.
Then Zhou Wang realized, maybe Zhong Huilan misconceived something...
But, how come this sister, despite sounding reluctant, seemed more eager than him?