Zhou Wang, startled, quickly stepped back with great agility and stood up. After seeing the figure standing behind the sofa clearly, he was momentarily stunned, but then relaxed significantly.
"You..."
It was Xu Lingyue standing behind the sofa at that moment.
However, compared to just now, she had changed somewhat. The main change was that she had taken off her long windbreaker, which she was now holding in her hand.
Underneath the long windbreaker, she wore a light blue camisole and a pleated miniskirt, which showcased her graceful curves in their entirety.
Her neckline was fair, adorned with a silver necklace, and beneath the skirt’s hem, which was so short it revealed a hint of curve, her bare, pale legs were without stockings. Yet, precisely because of that, it revealed a youthful vitality unique to young girls.
Meeting Zhou Wang’s astonished gaze, Xu Lingyue didn’t dare to look him in the eye and turned her head slightly, shyly and timidly explaining,
"Well, I... I was in the bathroom earlier, so..."
"Is that so?"
Zhou Wang scrutinized her for a moment before speaking, "You’re from the property management company too, right? Shall I see you out?"
Did Zhou Wang still not recognize her?
At that moment, Xu Lingyue inexplicably sighed in relief, as it somewhat alleviated her awkwardness, so she didn’t deny it.
Following Zhou Wang a bit closer to the door, Xu Lingyue eventually bit her lip, mustered up her courage, and said, "Well, Zhou... Mr. Zhou..."
"Hmm?"
Zhou Wang stopped and looked at her in puzzlement.
Remembering her original intention for staying and after doing plenty of psychological preparation hiding in the bathroom, Xu Lingyue finally said it in one breath.
"I heard there’s a... a party later, could I... could I go with you?"
The atmosphere grew quiet, Zhou Wang was silent for two or three seconds, but to Xu Lingyue, it felt like enduring a torment lasting a century.
While Zhou Wang was going through the process of taking possession of his house, Xu Lingyue, who had been shocked several times, was truly unwilling to let perhaps the only opportunity slip away.
So, when Huang Duming and others left, she inexplicably hid in the bathroom, waiting until now to come out. She removed her windbreaker, trying to grasp some unknown outcome, but Zhou Wang seemed unfazed.
She had no choice but to be bolder, and slightly more proactive...
"I saw you and that Xiao Huang seemed very close earlier, you two..."
Zhou Wang finally spoke, but asked something else.
"I have nothing to do with him."
Xu Lingyue quickly waved her hands to deny it.
"Alright then."
Zhou Wang nodded thoughtfully, "If you want to go, you can come with me."
"Okay, thank... thank you."
Upon hearing Zhou Wang agree, Xu Lingyue felt a weight lifted off her shoulders.
"There’s still some time, come sit down first."
Zhou Wang sat back down on the sofa and waved Xu Lingyue over.
Xu Lingyue placed her windbreaker aside, and obediently walked over to sit down, bringing with her a waft of fragrance.
"By the way, how should I address you?"
Zhou Wang smiled and asked.
"Just call me Xiao Yue."
Xu Lingyue replied softly, her lips slightly pursed.
"Xiao Yue..."
Zhou Wang muttered, then took out his phone and started playing with it, paying her no further attention.
Seeing Zhou Wang stop talking, Xu Lingyue waited a while. As her initial nervousness subsided, her thoughts began to wander. She leaned back slightly and marveled in her mind...
Does this sofa really cost over four hundred thousand?
Earlier, when Huang Duming was introducing it, Xu Lingyue couldn’t help but be shocked. A single sofa could buy a three-bedroom apartment in a place like Jing City...
She raised her head again, her eyes sweeping over the chandelier worth sixty-six thousand, the refrigerator not far away worth thirty-two thousand, and the carpet underfoot worth nearly ten thousand.
At that moment, it was just her and Zhou Wang in the living room. In a trance, Xu Lingyue also had an illusion, as if she were the mistress of this house, and all this luxury belonged to her...
Xu Lingyue glanced at Zhou Wang again, feeling a renewed sense of delight.
Although Zhou Wang hadn’t recognized her, did she not still hold some attraction for him?
Perhaps, this was the beginning of the story she had hoped for.
She decided she would later take a series of photos to post on her social media, making sure Zhou Wang was in them, just to let her colleague Wu Lili see that she wasn’t bragging.
Snap!
As Xu Lingyue’s mind was wandering, Zhou Wang’s hand suddenly landed on her smooth thigh.
Xu Lingyue’s body instantly tensed up as she looked at Zhou Wang, a mix of panic and confusion in her eyes.
Yet Zhou Wang continued playing on his phone, his actions seemingly natural, as if it were just an inadvertent gesture.
Xu Lingyue initially tried to endure it, but as Zhou Wang’s actions became increasingly excessive, she finally couldn’t continue pretending nothing was amiss and stood up from the sofa.
"What’s wrong?"
Only then did Zhou Wang, surprised, lift his head to look at her.
"You..."
Xu Lingyue’s face was flushed red with a hint of embarrassment and annoyance between her eyebrows, but she didn’t dare openly reproach Zhou Wang.
Zhou Wang, however, merely gave a faint smile, "I thought you had already come to a realization."
"What... what realization?"
Xu Lingyue was taken aback.
"Of course, the realization of being ’a female companion.’ Didn’t you say you wanted to go to the party with me?"
Zhou Wang spoke indifferently, "Or are you regretting it?"
"I do want to go with you, but... but I didn’t say you could touch me like that, did I?"
"Then why would I take you?"
Zhou Wang scoffed, "Do you know what such a gathering implies? Opening a casual bottle of wine there costs your yearly salary. A small tip could buy you an LV bag... Or do you think such a ’ticket’ comes free of charge?"