C5 The Beauty Has an Appointment

Jian Huan stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom.

She took off her scarf, lifted her long hair, and tied it with a rubber band. Then, she carefully put the necklace on.

The red dress wrapped around her slender and graceful figure. Jian Huan lowered her head. She raised her hand and gently caressed the pendant on the necklace. In the mirror, it reflected a young girl who seemed to have just fallen in love. She smiled at herself and put on the scarf again.

...

"Young Madam, the supper has just been prepared. Let's eat something before going back."

Aunt Xue came out of the kitchen and saw Jian Huan wearing a windbreaker as she went out. She remembered that since Young Madam was chased out of Yem residence five years ago, she had been living alone outside. Seeing that she came and went in a hurry, she could not help but want to stay for a while longer.

"Jing Shen told me to go to Mingdu Hotel, so I won't eat."

"Really? Then hurry up! Don't let the young master wait for too long."

Jian Huan shyly smiled and went over to hug Aunt Xue," Thank you, Aunt Xue. "

After Jian Huan's figure disappeared into the night, Aunt Xue closed the door. Silently sighing, she really did not know what the young master was thinking. Young Mistress was such a good person, why did the young master like to flirt outside? But luckily, the young master was enlightened now.

...

At the entrance of Suite Room 5028 in Mingdu Hotel.

In Jian Huan's hands, other than the folder and wallet, there was also an exquisite and small paper bag.

There was a GIO printed on the outside of the bag.

Inside was the shirt that she had specially chosen for Yem Jingshen when she passed by the famous goods store. It was his favorite blue and white checkered style.

Jian Huan had never felt so nervous before, and there was a faint hint of anticipation. She took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell. She squeezed the paper bag and folder tightly.

"Ding Dong!"

The melodious doorbell rang with her heartbeat.

"Who?" A deep and lazy male voice rang out the moment the door opened.

Jian Huan looked up and saw Yem Jingshen standing in front of her. Under his wet black hair was a pair of cold and bright eyes. He was wearing a white bathrobe and his body emitted the fragrance of a bath.

"Kevin, is the waiter here to bring red wine?"

A woman's sweet and coquettish voice sounded in the suite.

All the premature opening remarks that circled around the tip of her tongue were instantly stuck in Jian Huan's throat.

"Huh? Not a hotel waiter?"

Yem Jingshen's arm was held by a white hand.

Jian Huan's gaze landed on the woman who was standing beside Yem Jingshen.

She was also wearing a hotel bathrobe, and her maroon long curly hair was dripping with water droplets. The fragrance of shower gel that was on Yem Jingshen's body assailed her.

As for that face, how could Jian Huan not recognize it?

Last year, it was because of a new female star, Xia Fanxing, who became popular in a time-travel drama. It was said that a few days ago, she was nominated for the Best Female Lead Award for the Berlin Film Festival with a new movie. However, how did she get to know Yem Jingshen?

Looking at the two of them who seemed to be wearing a couple's bathrobe standing together, Jian Huan pinched the paper bag and folder with even more force.

Since he had an appointment with the beauty tonight, why did he call her over?

"This is?" Xia Fanxing curiously sized up Jian Huan.

Yem Jingshen did not see the change in Jian Huan's expression. From the shyness and nervousness when he opened the door to the surprise when she found that there was still a woman in the room. Especially when he saw the flash of embarrassment on her face because of Xia Fanxing's inquiry, he sneered.

He intimately wrapped his arms around Xia Fanxing's waist and kissed her forehead. "This is my special assistant."

"Is he really just a special assistant?" Xia Fanxing glanced at Jian Huan, who was standing outside the door, and gently patted his shoulder.

"What else do you think it is?"

Yem Jingshen laughed and turned to look at Jian Huan. "Did I ask you to give me the necklace?"

...

It was only at this moment that Jian Huan realized that she had not cultivated an indestructible heart after all these years of hard work.

Yem Jingshen's casual tone and Xia Fanxing's expectant gaze were like thin blades stabbing into her heart.

The necklace hidden under the scarf and the cold pendant were like scarlet cigarette butts burning on her skin.

Jian Huan suddenly realized that her appearance here was already an incomparably foolish joke.

She should have thought of the result earlier, why would she foolishly hold onto hope, think, think of him...

"Is it stored in this bag?"

As Xia Fanxing spoke, he was about to snatch the paper bag from Jian Huan's hands.

Jian Huan subconsciously took a step back and tightly gripped the paper bag, "The necklace is not in here."

"Then where is it?" Xia Xingxing's eyes stared fixedly at the bag, obviously not believing Jian Huan's words.