Chapter – 13
Chu Yihan: “From what I know, he probably isn’t a playboy.”
If he really had women constantly around him, that night when his friend saw her with him at the club, he wouldn’t have been so surprised.
Zeng Xi nodded slightly. “Then I can rest easy.”
The three of them chatted idly in the office for a while before leaving.
Chu Yihan first called her assistant over and gave instructions about work, then began designing a customer’s ring.
This time, the design was different from her previous pieces. Her earlier rings were either for male clients proposing to someone, or for female clients as decorative jewelry.
But this client wanted the ring to propose—to her boyfriend.
It was the first time Chu Yihan had encountered a woman taking the initiative to propose, and she admired her courage.
She hoped this female client would successfully propose with the ring she designed and be happy forever.
If it were her, she would never take the initiative to propose.
She believed proposals should be the man’s responsibility, but everyone had different thoughts, and she didn’t feel the need to judge.
Chapter 12: From Love to Marriage
Blue Note Bar.
The air was thick with alcohol and nicotine, neon lights shimmered in dazzling colors, music thumped loudly, and men and women swayed freely to the rhythm of their bodies.
In the booth to the right sat three men of extraordinary appearance and temperament, standing out from the surrounding crowd.
Other booths had men and women drinking together, but these three had no women around them. Girls came by to flirt, but were sent away.
Zhang Kai stubbed out his cigarette and looked at the man to his right. “I counted. So far, four girls have come to buy you drinks and ask for your contact info.”
Jiang Yu leaned back against the black leather sofa and shot him a glance. “Just passing time.”
His lazy demeanor, paired with that face, was enough to make anyone’s heart flutter—it was no wonder girls approached him.
Feng Zhuoxi crossed his legs. “Have you considered getting a girlfriend? I observed carefully—third girl who came by looked pretty good.”
Jiang Yu had no recollection of that person; he hadn’t even glanced at those girls.
He casually swirled the wine in his hand and sneered coldly: “Girlfriend? Impossible. Too much trouble.”
A girlfriend couldn’t compare to the thrill of racing.
He was free-spirited by nature and disliked constraints.
“You know, if Uncle Jiang heard you say that, he’d break your legs and you’d never race again.” Zhang Zhuoxi teased. “Are you… attracted to men?”
Jiang Yu frowned, voice icy: “If your brain is broken, go see a doctor.”
Feng Zhuoxi was unfazed. “I can’t help thinking the wrong way. You’re twenty-four and have never dated—wasting that face of yours.”
“You don’t understand,” Jiang Yu replied. “I’m preserving myself.” He either stayed single or committed to high-quality relationships all the way to marriage.
He despised men who treated women like clothes to be changed at will.
Feng Zhuoxi waved his hand dismissively. “A man who’s never experienced romance—I won’t bother explaining.”
“Pretty face, blinded eyes,” he muttered.
Zhang Kai poured more wine into his glass. “Maybe those girls just weren’t attractive enough. I once saw him with a girl at the club; he even personally instructed Meng Yuanxiu to get her a membership card. When has he ever cared about that?”
“Claiming ‘just friends’? I don’t buy it. Lin Zhao said, that night at the race, he drove that girl home himself.”
Feng Zhuoxi looked at him in disbelief. “Seriously? If he had a girlfriend, why not introduce her to us? Are we not bros?”
“Friends,” Jiang Yu emphasized the last word.
No wonder he often got beaten up by Uncle Feng back in school. With his comprehension, even getting into college was a miracle.
“Friends?” Feng Zhuoxi didn’t believe it. “Are we idiots? What kind of friend gets personally driven home by Shen Jiang?”
Zhang Kai nodded lazily. “Something abnormal must have happened.”
Jiang Yu remained calm and methodical. “She had been drinking and couldn’t drive, no ride was available at that hour. I saw it. Could I ignore it? If something happened at my club, I’d get into unnecessary trouble.”
Zhang Kai: “You’ve encountered this before. When girls couldn’t drive and asked you to take them home, what did you say?”
“Drive slowly if drunk. I’ll call the cops to pick you up midway.”
Could anyone believe that?
He continued: “Besides, when have I ever feared trouble? Trouble fears me, not the other way around. I’m not one to coddle women.”
Feng Zhuoxi interjected: “If she’s not a girlfriend, then you’re into her.”
With his experience, Feng Zhuoxi could read the situation perfectly.
Jiang Yu didn’t even think before replying: “Impossible.”
Though he said this, the image of that stunning, bewitching face—the upturned, fox-like eyes—flashed involuntarily in his mind.
He lifted the wine glass and took a sip, clearing his thoughts deliberately.
He couldn’t be falling for a woman he’d met only twice. Surely, it was her striking beauty that lingered in his mind.
After all, she had a face no one could forget.
