Princess Syndrome - Chapter 80
Chapter 80: Lost
Ji Zhiyi stood in the room. Su Lingyue, holding her gown, stood next to her. Su Lingyue looked at her: "Have you helped her put on a dress before?"
There was an unacknowledged sourness in her words.
Ji Zhiyi said, "No."
Su Lingyue said, "Then why is she looking for you?"
Ji Zhiyi: ...
She was speechless with a question she couldn't answer. After a moment of silence, she asked Su Lingyue: "Do you need help?"
Su Lingyue: "Don't try to change the subject."
She was found out.
Ji Zhiyi nodded, very honestly: "I don't know why she's looking for me either."
Su Lingyue asked, "Does she like you?"
Ji Zhiyi thought for a moment, looked at Su Lingyue, and said calmly, "She did hint at that before."
Su Lingyue: ...
She knew it!
After chatting with Mao Jing'an, she had this strong intuition. They were both good friends, but Mao Jing'an's attitude was completely different from Zhang Xian's. She was constantly emphasizing her close relationship with Ji Zhiyi, as if afraid that she wouldn't notice.
Her mood suddenly became a little unpleasant.
Su Lingyue asked Ji Zhiyi, "Then why didn't you agree to her then?"
Ji Zhiyi countered, "Weren't you also confessed to by many people before?"
How did the topic shift to her?
Su Lingyue watched her reaction: "What about it?"
Ji Zhiyi asked, "Then why didn't you agree to them?"
Su Lingyue said, "I didn't like them..."
Her voice trailed off.
She looked at Ji Zhiyi.
Ji Zhiyi smiled, seeming pleased. Her eyebrows were filled with happiness, as she looked at her.
Su Lingyue finally reacted.
She moistened her lips, wanting to say something, but Ji Zhiyi's gaze was becoming more and more intense, and she lowered her head: "I'm going to change clothes."
Ji Zhiyi watched as her figure disappeared into the room.
After a long time.
She sat on the sofa.
Su Lingyue's words, "I didn't like them," kept repeating in her mind.
Even if it was just for her face, so what?
Su Lingyue liked her.
Ji Zhiyi took out her phone. She who had never used the screen as a mirror looked at herself on the screen. For the first time, she seriously looked at her own features in her phone. Her hand unconsciously touched the side of her cheek, when she heard a faint noise coming from the room.
It sounded like something had fallen.
Ji Zhiyi got up and went to the door, knocking: "Lingyue?"
Su Lingyue said: "Just a moment!"
She spoke, and after standing still, she put the vase in place, then walked over to the door. She opened it. Without letting Ji Zhiyi speak, she said: "I almost wrecked your room."
Ji Zhiyi followed her gaze inside. Nothing seemed amiss. She asked: "What happened?"
Su Lingyue said, "When I was putting on my clothes, my hand hit the vase."
It was a tall vase. When it was hit, it had tilted a bit. She had worried it would fall and had used both hands to hold it. Her foot had slipped, and she had knocked into a nearby table. Papers were scattered on the ground. Su Lingyue opened the door and was about to turn around and pick up the papers when her wrist was grabbed by Ji Zhiyi. She turned her head. Ji Zhiyi asked: "Did you bump into anything?"
A warm current welled up in Su Lingyue’s heart.
She hadn't hurt herself, but she still said shyly: "Here."
She pointed to her side.
Ji Zhiyi lowered her head. Su Lingyue was wearing a white gown, made of silk, hugging her figure like liquid. It revealed all of her beautiful curves. The back was semi-open, and her waistline was faintly visible. Right now, she was turning her side, showing her side to Ji Zhiyi.
Her side was hidden in the dress. It couldn't be seen clearly. Ji Zhiyi looked at it, then looked at Su Lingyue.
Su Lingyue said, "Rub it for me."
How was she supposed to rub that...
Ji Zhiyi was at a loss. She placed her fingers on the outside of the dress. She still couldn't see where she'd been hit. Su Lingyue said: "A little lower, and more to the side."
Seeing that she didn't know where it was, Su Lingyue grabbed Ji Zhiyi's hand and placed it on the area that was slightly sore. She felt a stinging sensation through the dress. She hissed, and Ji Zhiyi’s fingertips gently rubbed, circling that area.
The two were face-to-face. When Su Lingyue looked up, she saw that Ji Zhiyi's eyes were slightly lowered, and she had a serious look on her face. In such close proximity, in such an intimate atmosphere, she suddenly felt that the place where she had been hit didn't hurt anymore.
Instead, her heart was hurting.
Because it was beating too fast.
She suddenly said: "Okay, okay, it doesn't hurt anymore."
She had just been a bit melodramatic because she was provoked by Mao Jing'an's actions. Now that her heart was beating out of control, she quickly pulled Ji Zhiyi's hand away. Ji Zhiyi grabbed her hand in return, with their palms touching. Su Lingyue looked up.
Ji Zhiyi was looking at her.
Su Lingyue looked away, saying: "You need to change your clothes, right?"
Ji Zhiyi leaned closer to her, her voice soft and slow, as if whispering in Su Lingyue's ear: "No rush."
What do you mean, no rush?
She was burning with impatience!
Her mind was racing with lust!
Su Lingyue tried to wiggle her hand that Ji Zhiyi was holding, but she wouldn’t let go. She looked into Ji Zhiyi’s eyes. Seeing that she wasn’t making a move, she was about to speak, when Ji Zhiyi brushed back her hair, and suddenly lowered her head, kissing her on her exposed shoulder.
Not her face.
Not her lips.
But her shoulder.
It was like flowers blooming in Su Lingyue’s heart.
She clenched her hand, forgetting that she was still holding Ji Zhiyi's hand, and tightened her hold.
Ji Zhiyi felt a little pain from her grip, but she didn't say anything.
Su Lingyue said, "Put on your dress later."
Ji Zhiyi: "Hmm?"
Before the word could fade, Su Lingyue cupped her cheeks and kissed her thin lips. Ji Zhiyi's lips had not yet curled upward when Su Lingyue, pressing the corners of her lips, went on the attack.
After all, the two had kissed a few times, and even if Su Lingyue lacked experience, she had learned a bit. Besides, she was reckless.
Unlike Ji Zhiyi's irresistible momentum, she wasn't a gentle, tender lover. Instead, she was like a little wild beast. She didn't know how to tease, but she knew how to nibble, quickly sweeping, exploring, and extracting. She didn't hesitate for a second. Her hands moved from Ji Zhiyi's face to her narrow waist, holding her tightly.
It was as if she wouldn't be satisfied until she had kissed her enough.
Ji Zhiyi was almost dizzy from the kissing. Her waist was being held, and her face was flushed due to lack of oxygen. The double pressure made Ji Zhiyi slow her breathing. She unconsciously called out: "Lingyue."
Her voice was soft, but it woke up Su Lingyue. She lowered her eyes and looked at what her hands were doing. She quickly turned her head, using both hands to adjust Ji Zhiyi's collar, straightening the buttons, and smoothing out the wrinkles. She said, "You should go change your clothes."
Ji Zhiyi saw her flushed earlobes. They were as red as fire.
She didn't say anything more, letting Su Lingyue quickly leave the room.
Su Lingyue entered the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face. Feeling a little better, she came out. A moment later, Ji Zhiyi, also dressed, walked out, carrying a makeup case in her hand. Su Lingyue was about to take it, but Ji Zhiyi said: "I'll do your makeup."
This was a first.
Before, it had always been Su Lingyue who did her makeup.
The novel experience made Su Lingyue suppress the tingling feeling that Ji Zhiyi's closeness created. The lips she had just kissed were being swept with lipstick by Ji Zhiyi. As Su Lingyue opened her mouth, Ji Zhiyi said: "Don't bite."
That was foul play! Her voice was too sexy!
Su Lingyue turned her head to the side, and Ji Zhiyi turned her back again. She laughed, giggling. Ji Zhiyi was puzzled: "What are you laughing about?"
She responded with a show of teeth and claws: "I'm just laughing."
Ji Zhiyi was helpless, and continued to apply her makeup.
She did her makeup very quickly, light makeup, and her hair was tied into a low ponytail. She didn't add too many embellishments, keeping it simple and elegant. As they were leaving, they happened to run into Mao Jing'an, who was coming out from the next room. Mao Jing'an complained, as if both seriously and jokingly: "Oh, you, now, asking for a favor from you is impossible, huh?"
Ji Zhiyi said, "Ms. Mao, you're just joking around."
That one sentence lightly brushed away all the previous topics.
Although she was smiling now, Su Lingyue still felt that her expression was very bland, with a sense of untouchable detachment. Of course, it wasn't just her who had that feeling. Mao Jing'an could feel it too.
This time, her visit wasn't just for Ji Zhiyi.
To be precise, it was for Ji Zhiyi’s shoes.
Several years ago, when Ji Zhiyi was giving an interview, when asked about her school days, she said that she had written a love letter to the person she liked. She said with a smile, “I did it before too, but the person threw it in the trash without even looking.” She asked Ji Zhiyi, "What about you, were you successful?"
Ji Zhiyi said, "No, she didn't look either."
She said, "We’re in the same boat, what kind of person do you like?"
Ji Zhiyi said, "Someone beautiful."
She was stunned: "Huh?" Then, it suddenly dawned on her: "You like girls?"
Ji Zhiyi nodded.
She said, "What a coincidence, me too."
In that one exchange, their distance had closed significantly, and after that she had feelings for Ji Zhiyi. It seemed natural since she was so outstanding, who wouldn't like her? So she had intentionally or unintentionally expressed her feelings, taking advantage of work.
But Ji Zhiyi, in the end, was gracious. After realizing her feelings, she had rejected her a few times indirectly, and drew a line between them. She was also wise enough to return to the friend role, but she was always determined to have Ji Zhiyi design a pair of shoes for her.
A custom-made, unique pair of high heels.
But everyone who knew Ji Zhiyi knew that she never accepted custom orders. No matter the price, no matter the condition, she wouldn't accept it.
Because it was like this.
The more Mao Jing'an wanted to have them.
If she couldn’t get her love, she’d make sure nobody else would, either. There were so many people who liked Ji Zhiyi, including many among her friends, but she had never seen Ji Zhiyi respond to any of them, and had never been ambiguous with anyone. So she was okay with not getting that love, either.
But she should be able to get special treatment, shouldn't she?
But things didn't go as planned.
Ji Zhiyi wouldn't listen to her, whether it was making up excuses or telling her directly that it was not possible. This time, she came to participate in the fall exhibition, hoping to persuade Ji Zhiyi to agree. Of course, she would be even happier if she could also get together with Ji Zhiyi.
However, it seemed that Ji Zhiyi wasn't interested in that.
Mao Jing'an wasn't in a rush. She had plenty of time. So she didn't ask about the design. Without her speaking, the elevator became quiet. Su Lingyue stood silently behind Ji Zhiyi. The air conditioner vents were aimed down and at her. She sneezed twice from the cold.
Thinking about how she had confidently told Ji Zhiyi that she wouldn't catch a cold, she touched the tip of her nose.
Ji Zhiyi took two steps forward, and Su Lingyue quickly followed her, just managing to get away from the airflow.
When they arrived at the banquet hall, it was still early. Ji Zhiyi had just arrived when a few bosses called her over to greet her. She said to Su Lingyue, "I'll go over there first. Go get something warm to drink."
This time, Su Lingyue didn't argue and obediently nodded.
In the eyes of outsiders, she was ordering Su Lingyue around again.
The secretaries were standing near the fruit platter, and, seeing this, they whispered to each other, "She's so pitiful."
“Not only was she kicked out of her family, she doesn't have a good life at work either."
“That’s so true.”
The Su Lingyue who was being discussed glanced around. She didn't know many people. Although they were all colleagues, she hadn't officially taken over Su Qi. When she saw these bosses at annual meetings, she would only call them uncle and aunt, and she wasn't as familiar with them as their children were. It wouldn’t be appropriate to bring families along at such an event. Therefore, as she looked around, she didn't recognize many faces either.
That was good, she wouldn't need to greet anyone deliberately.
Su Lingyue relaxed, found a spot with fruit platters, and was about to go pour herself a glass of warm water. As she walked over, the secretary group who had been talking just moments before collectively fell silent, looking at Su Lingyue.
Su Lingyue was used to being looked at. She greeted them: "Hello everyone."
Her posture was generous and graceful.
She didn't have the look of a princess who had been made bitter by unfair treatment. It was very easy to feel goodwill toward her. The secretary group made room for her to join them, and several people greeted her in turn: "Hello, I'm President Qi's secretary."
"Hello, I'm from Yingping Group."
"..."
Su Lingyue knew them all.
She had done her homework before coming. Those who went on business trips with their bosses were usually their confidants. Therefore, she had to be careful about information. She remembered all of them. She just wasn't familiar with these people. Now that she had the chance, she obediently shook hands with them one by one.
In the end, she introduced herself.
The conversation grew, at first just about minor matters, and later everyone began to complain about their work environment. Su Lingyue listened quietly, occasionally taking a sip of warm water. A chill suddenly came over her and she sneezed. Everyone turned their heads. They saw her watery eyes. Thinking about how they had just been complaining about work, and the things Su Lingyue had experienced, they figured she had been touched in a sore spot.
Everyone, with sympathy, passed her tissues and handkerchiefs.
Several were offered at once. Su Lingyue blinked, not knowing that a sneeze could have such power. She was completely lost.
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