143: Chapter 143 Yang Ge, Give Me Some More Time

"We've only known each other for a few days."

Wang Yang's hand gently patted her back.

"So what if it's quick?"

Ye Xueying was taken aback for a moment, then looked up at him.

Wang Yang lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead.

"Some people can know each other for a lifetime and never end up together. For some, one glance is enough for a lifetime."

Ye Xueying looked at him, her eyes reddening again.

Wang Yang reached out and gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"In this life, I will treat you well."

Ye Xueying's tears fell again, but this time she smiled, and it was a beautiful smile.

She gave him a light peck on the corner of his mouth.

Then, like a startled little rabbit, she escaped from his embrace and took two steps back.

"I... we should go back... Brother Li is still waiting."

Her face was flushed, her eyes bright, and the corners of her mouth were turned up, unable to suppress her smile no matter how hard she tried.

Wang Yang laughed, stood up, and brushed the dust off his coat.

He reached out his hand and offered it to her.

Ye Xueying looked at his hand, hesitated for a moment, and placed her own hand in his.

Wang Yang took her hand, interlaced his fingers with hers, and led her back along the path.

The two walked very slowly, neither of them speaking.

The streetlights stretched their shadows long, and the two shadows merged into one, making it impossible to tell who was who.

Ye Xueying walked beside him, her hand held in his, her heart still beating fast, but she wasn't as flustered as before.

The corners of her mouth remained turned up, impossible to suppress.

Just as they reached the park exit, Ye Xueying suddenly stopped.

Wang Yang looked at her.

Ye Xueying bit her lip and pulled her hand out of his palm.

"Brother Yang, give me a few more days to compose myself..."

Her face flushed, and she lowered her head, not daring to look at him.

"I... I'm not unwilling. I'm just... a little shy."

Wang Yang smiled and reached out to stroke her head.

Her hair was soft and smooth, like silk.

Ye Xueying shrank her neck, like a kitten being petted, her face turning even redder.

"Alright. No rush."

Wang Yang withdrew his hand and put both hands into his coat pockets.

Ye Xueying looked up at him, the corners of her mouth turned up.

"Let's go."

The two walked out of the park side by side, the night wind blowing over with the chill of the twelfth lunar month.

Ye Xueying turned up her coat collar and shrank her neck.

Wang Yang walked beside her, his steps steady.

In the distance, the black Passat was still parked at the restaurant entrance, its headlights on, casting a warm yellow light.

Brother Li was leaning in the driver's seat; seeing the two walking over, he straightened up.

Ye Xueying took a deep breath and tugged at the hem of her coat; the flush on her face hadn't faded yet.

She stole a glance at Wang Yang; he was looking ahead with a smile on his lips.

Her heart skipped a few beats, and she quickly looked away.

The two walked to the car, and Wang Yang opened the back door.

Ye Xueying bent down and got in, and Wang Yang followed her, sat down, and closed the door.

Brother Li glanced at the two in the rearview mirror, didn't say a word, and started the car.

The car slowly drove into the night, the streetlights outside the window passing by one after another.

Ye Xueying leaned back in her seat, her fingers tapping lightly on her knees.

She stole a glance at Wang Yang; he was looking out the window, the lines of his profile flickering in the light and shadow of the streetlights.

The corners of her mouth slowly turned up, and she turned her face to the window, watching the lights streak past.

Her heart felt warm, as if she were carrying a little sun inside.

...

Yunxi Terrace, 28th floor.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room, the city's night view spread out, the myriad lights looking like a flowing galaxy.

Wen Yulan and Chen Xuemiao were curled up on the sofa, having just finished takeout; the meal boxes were piled on the coffee table, yet to be cleaned up.

Chen Xuemiao was leaning on Wen Yulan's shoulder, holding the remote control and changing channels absentmindedly.

The light and shadow from the TV screen fell on their faces, flickering.

Wen Yulan was wearing a loose, creamy-white loungewear set, her hair loose, with no makeup on her face.

But her skin was fair and translucent, like a peeled egg.

Chen Xuemiao was wearing a short pink nightdress, the hem barely covering the tops of her thighs.

Her two fair legs were curled on the sofa, her toenails painted with light pink polish.

A romance movie was playing on TV, with the male and female leads kissing in the rain—the scene was beautiful and sentimental.

Chen Xuemiao yawned.

"Sister Yulan, do you think Brother Yang will come back today?"

Wen Yulan watched the TV without turning her head.

"I don't know."

Chen Xuemiao put down the remote, changed her position, and leaned her whole body against Wen Yulan.

"He definitely won't come back."

Wen Yulan looked down at her.

"How do you know?"

Chen Xuemiao laughed, her eyes curving into crescent moons.

"Brother Yang, that man, he definitely has other women outside. If he's not coming back today, he must be out messing around with some little seductress."

Wen Yulan didn't speak, tapping her finger lightly on her knee.

Chen Xuemiao continued, her tone devoid of jealousy, sounding as if she were talking about something very ordinary.

"Sister Yulan, don't disbelieve me. I've been with Brother Yang for so long; I know his habits very well."

She reached out and pinched Wen Yulan's cheek lightly.

"Don't be sad either. It's not like we just met him today."

Wen Yulan shook her head.

"I'm not sad."

Chen Xuemiao laughed.

"That's good. Let's go, time to shower and sleep."

She stood up and stretched, the hem of her nightdress riding up a bit, revealing a stretch of fair thigh.

"Sister Yulan, let's shower together."

Wen Yulan's face flushed slightly.

"Go shower by yourself."

Chen Xuemiao squatted down, placed her hands on Wen Yulan's knees, and looked up at her.

Her eyes were bright, like a coquettish kitten.

"Sister Yulan, let's do it together. It's boring to shower alone."

Wen Yulan remembered the last time they showered together, and her face turned even redder.

"No. You promised last time you wouldn't move, but then..."

Chen Xuemiao laughed, a sly smile on her face.

"And what happened? I didn't do anything. I just helped you scrub your back."

Wen Yulan glared at her.

"Is that what you call scrubbing a back?"

Chen Xuemiao stuck out her tongue.

"Alright, alright, I promise I won't move this time. Just showering, nothing else."

Wen Yulan looked at her, hesitating for a moment.

Chen Xuemiao took her hand and shook it.

"Sister Yulan, let's go, let's go."

Wen Yulan sighed and stood up.

"It's settled, no funny business."

Chen Xuemiao raised her right hand, her expression serious.

"I swear."

Wen Yulan was amused by her, and the two walked toward the bathroom together.

...

Yuntian City, at the entrance of the Municipal Government compound.

The black Passat slowly came to a stop.

Ye Xueying sat in the back seat, her fingers tapping lightly on her knees, her heart still beating fast.

Ever since they returned from the park, the flush on her face hadn't really faded.

Wang Yang sat beside her, his hands in his coat pockets, a smile on his lips.

Brother Li glanced at the two in the rearview mirror, saying nothing.

Ye Xueying took a deep breath and turned to look at Wang Yang.

"Brother Yang, I'm here."