Miao Jing really couldn't resist rolling her eyes at him.
Chen Yi grinned shamelessly. "Haven't you noticed your appetite has improved?"
She maintained a cold expression and ignored him, but the blush still lingered on her cheeks, making her indescribably charming and alluring.
Miao Jing felt she might have gained a little weight, possibly from consuming too much cream and sweets. The underwear she brought from China was gradually being phased out, as local brands never seemed to fit quite right—either the size was off, or the ones that fit were too sexy and provocative. Chen Yi came closer, measuring with his hands while nibbling her earlobe and whispering something scorching.
Having seen plenty of Latin women with voluptuous curves, Chen Yi found the view before him even more sensual and graceful. Lazily smoking a cigarette with slightly furrowed brows, his deep, dark eyes fixated on her as she adjusted the light green silk straps. Her flawless skin still bore his fingerprints—faint red marks left from gripping too tightly in moments of passion, strikingly noticeable.
His voice seemed soaked in strong liquor as his fingers gently brushed over her cool, smooth skin, silky to the touch. "Does it hurt?"
"A bit sore."She tilted her head to glance, then looked down at her body, her tone slightly complaining." "And there's more."
There really was more—all his love bites. He hadn't expected her skin to be so delicate. Chen Yi rubbed his chin, watching Miao Jing put on a shirt and long skirt, then drape a loose sweater over them. Instantly, that allure was concealed, returning her to that clean, aloof, and unadorned appearance.
If only her lips weren't slightly swollen from his nibbling.
Life was both richly colorful and simply tranquil. On weekends, they went to see American movies that weren't released in China, huddling together to struggle through the Spanish subtitles. After the movie, they'd eat at a nearby university and play a game of pool in the student community, where girls would stare at Chen Yi's perky butt and directly approach him to chat and flirt.
Miao Jing sat to the side, her elegant brows slightly raised, watching Chen Yi lean on his pool cue while talking to two curvaceous beauties.
Chen Yi pointed his cue toward Miao Jing, saying he had a girlfriend. The girl shrugged indifferently but still insisted on leaving her phone number, suggesting he contact her after a breakup.
Miao Jing let out a soft sigh, staring at his ripped jeans while recalling images of his firm, taut thigh muscles and electric hips.
As the Spring Festival approached, Miao Jing asked Chen Yi if he wanted to return to China for a visit. She had 20 days of family leave to use.
Round-trip tickets were, of course, expensive. Chen Yi asked if she planned to visit Wei Mingzhen. She shook her head: "No, I won't see her. I want to go back to Tengcheng."
After coming to Colombia, Miao Jing had called Wei Mingzhen a few times to chat about work and life, but they weren't particularly close. Wei Mingzhen was still young, with her own family and children—it wasn't yet time for her daughter to be overly concerned about her.
Back to Tengcheng? Chen Yi kept in touch intermittently with Bo Zai and Dai Mao; there was no need to make a special trip to visit. Besides, the New Year could be celebrated anywhere. They'd never celebrated Spring Festival formally before anyway, so it was better to save the money for round-trip tickets.
Since they weren't returning to China, Miao Jing booked flights and hotels for a Caribbean vacation.
They stayed in Bogotá for New Year's Eve. The Chinese community had activities—Miao Jing's company and a brother company found a venue to organize events where everyone made dumplings, watched the Spring Festival Gala, and performed their own rehearsed shows. Chen Yi also made some friends, and it was nice to gather for a hot pot meal at a restaurant on the first day of the New Year.On New Year's Eve, Chen Yi drove everyone to the supermarket and wet market multiple times. They stocked up on beef, live fish, alcohol, and snacks at the supermarket, then headed to a Chinese grocery for seasonings and rice. Fresh seafood, vegetables, and flowers from the market were essential.
Miao Jing looked exceptionally beautiful that day. She and Si Nan had gotten perms at a salon called "Manhattan East District," instantly transforming into glamorous "American Beauties." Miao Jing even brought out her most expensive dress from the depths of her wardrobe.
Chen Yi's eyes swept over her appreciatively before he chuckled, whistled softly, and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Dressed so beautifully—is some high-ranking official visiting tonight?"
There was indeed a senior leader coming for a visit. To match her elegance, Chen Yi rarely dressed formally—donning a casual shirt, dress pants, polished leather shoes, and a silver wristwatch. He looked vibrant, handsome, and steady, with a faint scar between his brows adding a rugged touch to his refined appearance.
Accustomed to his usual casual and bold style, Miao Jing couldn't help but stare for a moment.
"What are you spacing out for?" He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, his voice clear and smooth. "Dazzled?"
She didn't argue and honestly replied, "Mm."
To be biased, it was hard to find a more outstanding man who could catch her eye.
Everyone gathered in the living room chatting and watching TV. When it was time to make dumplings, Chen Yi stood beside Miao Jing helping out. They stayed close, moving in perfect sync—a pleasing and harmonious sight that stood out vividly.
Si Nan and Miao Jing's colleagues, who had never seen Chen Yi like this, teased them lightheartedly. They remarked how different he seemed—dignified and impressive—and joked that it was no wonder Miao Jing liked him. They asked if they had any plans to marry, though as expatriates with experience, they knew marriage and children came with their own challenges and difficulties.
Miao Jing hadn't given much thought to marriage and casually brushed it off as being too early, prioritizing work for now. Chen Yi, with his arm around her, also said he was uncertain, emphasizing their youth and lack of consideration for such matters.
After the New Year's Eve dinner, they returned home. Though it wasn't early, neither wanted the special night to end just yet. Chen Yi asked if she wanted to grab a drink at a bar. His eyes sparkled as he admitted he was in the mood for a fiery bar—with swirling colored lights, holding his beloved girl in the dance floor for a passionate kiss, then heading to a hotel for some intense intimacy.
Miao Jing curled her lips and declined. She preferred a gentle stroll on this mild evening. Back in China, this time of year would be deep winter, with even Teng City feeling chilly. Though Bogotá's climate wasn't ideal, it wasn't too cold either. It was the dry season, and the night temperature was quite comfortable. Chen Yi agreed, taking her hand and tucking it into his pocket as they walked through quiet streets. They turned into the brightly lit commercial district, spotted a Korean fried chicken shop by the roadside, and stopped to buy a portion of spicy fried chicken with two bottles of beer. Sitting in the shop's small courtyard, they ate and chatted.
They talked about many things—how they used to spend Spring Festivals, though there hadn't been much ceremony back then. Life now was already fulfilling enough. Chen Yi mentioned that Bo Zai's wife had given birth to a daughter, who had just turned one month old and was chubby and adorable. Even Dai Mao had met a girl and was eagerly, though awkwardly, rushing to get married.
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