Love for You

The atmosphere between the two was unusually heavy and dark.

Panic surged in Miao Jing’s heart. Using her coat and washbasin as cover, she quickly slipped the object under her clothes and pressed it against her stomach with a subtle gesture.

The dorm supervisor was watching closely from behind. The two had been close for only a few dozen seconds when Chen Yi took a step back with a grin, steadied the small basin in Miao Jing’s hands, and leaned down to gaze at her stunned face. His smile was gentle and radiant: "Go back and rest early."

Miao Jing’s hair stood on end. Like a marionette, she clutched the basin and scurried away in small, hurried steps. Only when she reached the staircase did she dare to glance back. Rows of boys stood lined up, being patted down one by one by the male teachers. Chen Yi stood out strikingly in the crowd, his deep eyes fixed on her.

Back in the dormitory, the girls in her class were chattering animatedly. They said there had been a major inspection in the boys’ dorm—someone had hidden dangerous items like iron rods and daggers. The girls’ side had just been searched too; the dorm auntie had rummaged through their drawers and boxes before leaving.

Miao Jing trembled and let out a quiet sigh of relief.

Two sharp, sheathed daggers, brand new and adorned with intricate patterns that looked expensive, had been pressed against her stomach the entire time.

Chapter 7: Miao Jing? You All Know Her?

Tu Li’s slap landed abruptly on Chen Yi’s hardened cheek. The force wasn’t particularly strong, but the sharp sound left even her stunned, her confidence instantly deflating. Seeing Chen Yi’s dark expression and furious roar, her anxiety and shame mingled with confusion.

She was truly livid—she had worked hard to secure and maintain her position as his official girlfriend.

It wasn’t the first time she had seen Chen Yi in a bar. Back then, he seemed to be discussing business with someone, having reserved a booth for several consecutive days. Dressed in a white shirt under the colored lights, he was especially eye-catching. Tu Li had intentions; she “accidentally” spilled a glass of red wine on him. He caught the falling glass with a laugh, and the conversation naturally turned to dry cleaning fees and phone numbers. Later, they met up with various friends at different venues, and it all fell into place.

At that time, Chen Yi still occasionally had a troublesome ex-girlfriend hanging around—a rebellious girl whose family ran a gambling den. Tu Li had inquired about their breakup: the ex had dragged Chen Yi to buy rings, but he refused. In the end, they bought a pair of matching rings. When the ex tried to slip the men’s ring onto his finger, Chen Yi, annoyed, tossed it aside and ended things right then.

Tu Li could understand the ex’s desire to assert her claim—just at the billiards hall alone, Chen Yi would spend half the night there. The hall employed several attractive female coaches in rotation, spending day in and day out with him, joking and bantering. Plenty of girls came to play, many secretly there just to see him. When Chen Yi taught them, leaning over the table with his fluid, athletic shoulders, taut narrow waist, and firm buttocks, guiding their posture hands-on—how many girls could resist?

Even if Tu Li kept a close watch at the billiards hall, she couldn’t stop the young girls from flocking to him. Chen Yi wasn’t foolish; why would he coldly drive customers away? Leaning on the edge of the table, the sharp scent of tobacco clinging to him, he’d lazily smile and crack a joke or two, leaving the girls blushing and flustered—even his official girlfriend could be brushed aside. He didn’t care if the women around him were clingy or not, nor did he mind how much they tried to control him. He spoke little, always did as he pleased, sometimes disappearing for ten days or half a month without contact, never explaining his actions to those around him.Tu Li had initially thought of just having some fun and letting it go—wild men were unreliable. But when he slowly lifted his eyes to look at her, she couldn’t bring herself to walk away. Besides, Chen Yi wasn’t bad to her: the sex was satisfying, and he didn’t cling tightly to his wallet, which made him far better than other men who only took advantage without spending a dime. How could she not hold on tight?

Later, Tu Li managed to win over Chen Yi’s circle of friends, occasionally probing them for information about his whereabouts. She roughly knew his daily routines and movements. Usually playing the submissive role, she kept a tight grip on him, and the two had been on and off for over a year. By then, she felt she had a fair understanding of him. Even though she sensed Chen Yi’s fickle and restless nature would eventually lead him to cheat, the sudden sight of Miao Jing standing behind him, quietly observing her with those clear, penetrating eyes, shattered her composure. Without a second thought, driven by impulse, she swung her hand and slapped him.

The moment she did it, she froze.

Thud.

Miao Jing closed the door to her room, and the house fell into complete silence.

“What sister? I’ve never heard of you having a sister at home, but there’s no shortage of ‘sisters’ from outside.” Tu Li pressed her lips together in humiliation and anger. Miao Jing’s room had previously been used for storing miscellaneous items, and connecting the dots, it was clear another woman had been living here. She had been quietly replaced by a younger girl, and what was supposed to be a secret rendezvous had turned into a scene of getting caught red-handed.

Chen Yi noticed her fixed gaze on Miao Jing’s room, his expression darkening, his voice erupting with anger. “That was her old room. She lived there for ten years. Is that enough for you?”

Tu Li was taken aback.

“Explain it clearly.”

“Get dressed first.”

There was still someone else in the house. Drops of water from her wet hair soaked through her T-shirt, and her legs were still bare, leaving little to the imagination. In a daze, she pulled on her clothes, then saw Chen Yi standing with his arms crossed, his face cold and sullen, exuding a suppressed restlessness.

Before either of them could speak, the door pushed open, and Miao Jing emerged, now dressed in comfortable loungewear—a loose, plain T-shirt and pants. She held a hairdryer in her hand, her expression calm and her voice gentle.

“The hairdryer is with me. You can dry your hair. Your toiletries are in the cabinet under the sink. I didn’t know whose they were, so I put them away.”

“I’m Miao Jing. I’ve been back for over half a month. Chen Yi wasn’t home when I returned, so I took the initiative to tidy up the place.”

Miao Jing showed no trace of shame, nervousness, arrogance, or mockery. Her tone didn’t sound like she was covering up or lying; instead, her calmness made others feel at ease. Tu Li furrowed her delicate brows, glancing between her and Chen Yi, her questioning eyes shifting between the two.

“You’re his sister? A relative or…?”

They didn’t look the least bit alike, not even sharing the same surname.

“He never mentioned it?” Miao Jing countered.

“Of course not!”

Two women, four eyes, fixed on him simultaneously. Chen Yi frowned deeply, his face shadowed with irritation. He strode forward and grabbed Tu Li’s arm. “I’ll take you home first.”

“When I came in, I heard noises in the house. He said his sister-in-law was here. On the way back, he even mentioned having a meal with you and introducing us.” Miao Jing took a step back. “You two talk. I have to get to the company early tomorrow, so I’ll head to bed now.”