Shi Jingjing

Leh Ying found herself acquainted with the higher echelons she should not aspire to, and when the profligate young master Liu Huaiying pursued her relentlessly, she had no escape.
A fleeting glimpse of Young Master Xu, Xu Jingxi's appearance, had her heart fluttering, and her spirit moved; the Xu family was the center of power within Forty-Nine City, and only he could change the game.
On a snowy night, by the door of the Mercedes Benz G Class, she tiptoed and gently cupped her palm to light a cigarette for Xu Jingxi.
The man’s lips leisurely wrapped around the cigarette, and he leaned slightly towards her. His clear-cut face partially lowered into the backlight’s shadow, the flame at the tip of the cigarette flickered faintly between them. When he finally looked up, his eyes were calm and indifferent, and he asked in a rising inflection, “What do you want?”
Leh Ying, “Only what you can give.”
Others quickly realized, “That Xu Jingxi, born into high chambers, his flesh and bones saturated with a profound desire for power. For someone like him, even feelings are superfluous. What do you have to gamble your status with him?”
Keeping her by his side was merely Xu Jingxi’s pastime for his loneliness.
He was accustomed to acting out scenes, she never sought status, and turned to leave the capital to hold an art exhibition.
Just as she packed and entered the elevator, Xu Jingxi stood tall in the center, his index finger slowly hooking the fine bone necklace at the front of her neck and gently pulling her back as she moved to step out.
**
That Valentine's Day night, within the Third Ring, luxury hotels were fully booked, and some witnessed the entire BVG Hotel being reserved by Young Master Xu.
What left the deepest impression on Leh Ying was the man half-kneeling on the bed, wearing a loosely tied bathrobe, biting on a pen cap, and picking up a Thin Gold Calligraphy Style brush to inscribe three characters along the edge of her collarbone—Xu Jingxi.

Extreme Addiction

I don't know if it's appropriate or not.


But it seems shady, that's my intuition.


Leh Ying took off her volunteer badge, packed it up, and stuffed it into Meng Xiuyuan's arms, "Tingting, let's go back. We have humanities classes in the afternoon."


Just as she turned around, Ke Chengyin came over, twisting a mineral water bottle, no longer wearing Sony headphones around his neck but a towel for wiping sweat, in a tank top, looking quite muscular, freshly exercised, and slightly tanner than when on the plane—his skin wasn't as white as it was then.


Leh Ying nodded politely, "Yes, I'm afraid of being late for class."


Ke Chengyin lifted the scarf from around his neck to wipe his sweat and draped a thin sun-protective coat over his shoulders, "Let me walk you out."


Leh Ying waved her hand, saying goodbye, "No need, you still have things to take care of."


"You don't remember me," he said, smiling and pressing on.


Met, left?