Chapter 41: Journey to the West
Ruan Yu said she was leaving, but Teng Yi reached out to stop her.
“I’ll walk you.”
“No need, I’ll take the bus.”
“At this hour? Will you even make it back before the dorm closes?” He grabbed the clothes he had tossed aside and put them on. “Let’s go.”
Ruan Yu took out her phone and checked the time. He was right—if she took the bus now, stopping at every station along the way, she’d definitely arrive long after the dormitory had locked its doors.
She didn’t refuse again.
The two of them went downstairs together, with him walking behind her, turning off the lights as they went.
As they passed the front desk, Ruan Yu paused.
“What’s wrong?” Teng Yi looked at her.
“Why is there no logo? Haven’t you decided on a name for the company yet?” she asked.
“It’s decided.” It was just that the design the team had submitted earlier wasn’t satisfactory, so Teng Yi had sent it back for revisions.
“What’s it called?”
“Journey to the West.”
Journey to the West.
Ruan Yu silently repeated the name in her heart.
It was the same as his university’s street dance club.
“Why ‘Journey to the West’?” she asked.
Teng Yi turned off the last light, plunging the space between them into darkness. In the dimness, he could see her eyes—bright, like the stars hanging in the night sky outside.
“Take a guess, Miss Top Scholar.” His voice carried a hint of laughter.
Again?
Ruan Yu pursed her lips. He really loved quizzing her. He still hadn’t delivered on the reward from last time, so she wasn’t about to fall for it again. But even if she wanted to guess, she had no idea what the answer was.
Journey to the West—why that name? Was it related to Journey to the West , the classic novel?
“I can’t guess.”
“No rush. There’ll be plenty of time to figure it out later.”
Teng Yi pulled the door open for her, and Ruan Yu stepped outside.
Beyond the door was a wide street, bright lamplights, and towering buildings. The usual clamor of the city had quieted, lending the night a touch of gentleness.
“Wait here. I’ll get the car.” With that, Teng Yi strode off toward the parking lot.
Ruan Yu stood where she was, watching his retreating figure. As he walked, he stretched his arms and rolled his shoulders, as if his muscles were still sore.
She had once looked up information about street dancing on forums, and many professionals said that breaking was the dance style most prone to injuries. Now, it seemed that was true.
After all these years of dancing, Teng Yi must have suffered countless injuries.
Truthfully, given his family background, he could have chosen an easier path. Yet he had deliberately picked this one—a road many wouldn’t dare to take.
Perhaps this was what passion looked like.
Only passion could make someone fearless in the face of hardship, could drive them to persevere.
Before long, Teng Yi’s sports car pulled up in front of Ruan Yu.
She got in, and the car sped off toward Yangshan University. The roar of the engine, mingled with the crisp autumn wind, rushed at her, making her sneeze.
“Achoo!” She quickly covered her mouth and turned her head away.
Teng Yi glanced at her and silently closed the convertible top.
“It’s fine, I’m not cold,” Ruan Yu said.
“ I’m cold.”
She fell silent.
With the top up, the sound of the wind faded away. She caught the scent of Yunnan Baiyao medicinal plaster on him, and her heart ached faintly—but also warmed.
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