58: Chapter 58 Zhou Wenying's Gift

After leaving the dormitory, Qin Shuang did not go to the piano room, but instead walked alone to the edge of the campus's artificial lake.

She took out her phone, opened Zhou Wenying's Moments, and flipped through those glaring photos one by one. With each one she looked at, the unwillingness in her heart deepened.

"Why..." Qin Shuang bit her lower lip, her nails almost digging into her palms.

She suddenly remembered a post she saw on the campus forum last week. Someone had taken a picture of a lamborghini veneno parked in front of the Art Academy building, and the one it picked up was none other than Zhou Wenying. At the time, she had mocked it, saying it must have been photoshopped by Zhou Wenying, but she hadn't expected...

Her phone suddenly vibrated. It was a message from the Minister of the Art Department: "Qin Shuang, don't forget your piano solo for the academy gala the day after tomorrow. It starts promptly at seven. Do you need me to arrange a male partner for you?"

Qin Shuang stared at the message, and a bold idea surfaced in her mind.

She quickly replied: "No need, I already have a male partner."

Then, she took a deep breath and found the number she had saved for a long time but had never actively called in her contact list—Jiang Jing.

Her finger hovered over the dial button, and Qin Shuang hesitated. What if she got rejected? What if he didn't even remember her at all?

"How will I know if I don't try..." Qin Shuang muttered to herself, then gritted her teeth and pressed the dial button.

The few seconds of waiting before the call connected felt as long as a century.

"Hello?" A familiar and magnetic male voice came through the receiver, with the faint roar of an engine in the background, as if he were driving.

Qin Shuang's heart rate accelerated suddenly. She quickly adjusted her breathing to make her voice sound both sweet and natural: "Brother Jiang Jing, it's Qin Shuang. Do you still remember me?"

"Of course I do," Jiang Jing's voice carried a smile. "How could I forget the most beautiful school beauty of the Art Academy?"

This compliment made Qin Shuang happy, but she quickly remembered Zhou Wenying and her tone couldn't help but carry a hint of resentment: "Brother, you really know how to talk, but you haven't contacted me for so long. I thought you had forgotten about me..."

On the other end of the line, Jiang Jing had finished handling some matters and was driving his lamborghini to Zhou Wenying's apartment. Hearing Qin Shuang's slightly coquettish complaint, he raised an eyebrow—this fish had actually taken the bait on its own.

"I've been quite busy lately," Jiang Jing said, his tone sounding very sincere. "I was just planning to ask you out these next few days."

It was typical scumbag talk, but at this moment, it sounded like music to Qin Shuang's ears.

Her eyes lit up instantly.

"It's like this..." Qin Shuang's voice suddenly lowered, carrying a hint of grievance. "Our Art Academy is having a gala the night after tomorrow, and we need to bring a male partner... My roommates all have someone accompanying them, but me..."

She deliberately didn't finish her sentence, utilizing the art of leaving things unsaid to perfection.

Jiang Jing understood her intention instantly.

This wasn't about not being able to find a male partner; it was clearly her seeing that he hadn't contacted her recently and taking the initiative to create an opportunity.

"Be your male partner? No problem." Jiang Jing readily agreed. "What time? Where should I pick you up?"

Qin Shuang didn't expect it to go so smoothly and was so excited she almost jumped up, but she maintained an elegant tone: "The gala starts at 6:30, and my performance is at seven. Can you pick me up at the girls' dormitory at 5:30?"

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"No problem." Jiang Jing agreed readily. "By the way, do I need to wear formal attire?"

"Brother is so handsome," Qin Shuang said softly. "Anything you wear will be fine..."

"Mm." Jiang Jing replied briefly. "Send me the specific address when the time comes."

"Mm!" Qin Shuang's voice of surprise almost pierced through the receiver. "I... I have prepared a particularly beautiful dress, you will definitely like it!"

After hanging up, Qin Shuang spun around in place, a triumphant smile blooming on her face. She couldn't wait to run back to the dormitory, and as soon as she entered, she announced: "Jiang Jing is going to be my male partner for the gala the day after tomorrow!"

The three roommates all looked up in unison, their faces full of disbelief.

"Really?" Zhang Xiao widened her eyes. "Isn't he with Zhou Wenying..."

Qin Shuang shook her phone and said very proudly: "Hmph, Brother Jiang Jing has always been very good to me."

"Wow!" The girls all let out sounds of envy at the same time.

The night breeze blew through her long hair, and Qin Shuang's gaze gradually became firm. In the Art Academy, there wasn't a man that she, Qin Shuang, couldn't snatch.

Meanwhile, inside the lamborghini.

Jiang Jing hung up the phone and couldn't help but laugh out loud. This call from Qin Shuang came at just the right time; he hadn't had time to look for this girl recently, and he hadn't expected her to reach out first.

He locked the car and walked toward the elevator.

The elevator went straight to the 18th floor. Just as Jiang Jing walked up to Zhou Wenying's door, it opened automatically—this girl was probably lying against the peephole waiting for him.

"Brother!" Zhou Wenying threw herself into his arms like a happy little bird. She was wearing a loose white shirt today, with the hem just covering the top of her thighs, leaving her slender, beautiful legs fully exposed.

Her chestnut-colored long hair was draped loosely, and the tips of her hair still carried the dampness from a bath, emitting a faint fragrance.

Jiang Jing casually wrapped his arm around her slender waist and closed the door with his other hand: "In such a rush to see me?"

"I missed you~" Zhou Wenying tilted her head up, her red lips pouting slightly. "And I have a surprise prepared for you."

Jiang Jing raised an eyebrow: "What kind of surprise?"

Zhou Wenying blinked mysteriously and pulled him to the living room. In the center of the living room, a round rug was spread on the open space, with a tripod standing next to it, holding a phone.

"I learned a new dance..." Zhou Wenying's cheeks flushed. "The kind that's just for you to see alone."

As she spoke, she pressed the music play button on her phone, and an ambiguous intro immediately played, with a slow and seductive rhythm.

Zhou Wenying stepped back a few paces, stood in the center of the rug, and winked at Jiang Jing.

As the music deepened, her body began to sway gently to the rhythm. (The details are hard to describe; for specifics, you can refer to those borderline dance bloggers on Douyin.)

Jiang Jing's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily. Zhou Wenying's dance moves weren't professional, but that deliberate seduction amidst her greenness was even more blood-pumping.

Her eyes remained locked on Jiang Jing, her lips slightly parted, and the tip of her tongue occasionally licked the corners of her lips.

Zhou Wenying had clearly prepared this performance carefully—not just the dance, but even her lingerie was newly purchased; the semi-transparent lace didn't cover much at all, instead adding to the temptation.

The music gradually became faster, and Zhou Wenying's movements became increasingly bold. (Everyone can imagine such an ambiguous dance for themselves.)

"Brother... do you like it?" she asked in a hoarse voice.

Jiang Jing didn't answer but stood up directly and walked to her in a few strides. Zhou Wenying looked up at him, her eyes filled with anticipation and a hint of nervousness. Jiang Jing leaned down and scooped her up.

"Ah!" Zhou Wenying gave a soft cry, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck. "The dance isn't finished yet..."

"The rest of it," Jiang Jing bit her earlobe and whispered, "we'll continue on the bed."

Zhou Wenying buried her face in his neck and gave a soft "Mm," her earlobes burning red.

[Thanks to "Spirit Early Month" for the little flower! This is the little author's first time receiving a gift, thank you!]