This felt like an indirect jab at her lack of intelligence and slow reaction time.
Despite having a disappointing experience in the college entrance exam once, she was still a top student.
Lin Jing subconsciously wanted to defend herself, but before she could speak, her phone suddenly rang.
It was a voice call from Qin Yao. Lin Jing answered.
“Jingjing, have you found your way home? Do you need Auntie to arrange a driver to pick you up?”
Just as Lin Jing was about to reply, Sheng Kuang suddenly leaned down and peered at her phone.
The young man exuded a pleasant grassy scent that instantly filled Lin Jing’s nostrils.
Her grip on the phone tightened. She turned her head to see Sheng Kuang, his long eyelashes drooping, lazily saying into her phone, “I’m here.”
Qin Yao on the other end of the line was silent for two seconds. “Sheng Kuang? Why are you home all of a sudden?”
“Sheng Kuang, let me tell you, Jingjing is the daughter of my old friend. I specifically invited her to stay with us. She’s a VIP to me. Do you know what a VIP means? If you don’t, look it up on Baidu. In short, if you dare to neglect my guest, you’ll be in trouble with me.”
Qin Yao spoke without pausing for breath, finally getting to the point: “…Oh, and where’s my cute doggy? Mom hasn’t seen it in ages. Bring it over, let Mom have a look.”
Sheng Kuang’s eyelids twitched. “…Chen Jing took him out for a walk.”
Before Qin Yao could say anything, Sheng Kuang asked, “Is there anything else? If not, I’m hanging up. The young lady is waiting to unpack.”
“Okay.”
Qin Yao hung up the phone.
Sheng Kuang slowly straightened up. Su Dan Novel Network
With Qin Yao’s interruption, Lin Jing’s mind cleared up considerably. “So, you’re just home for a short visit?”
After all, professional players like them usually lived at the training base for convenience.
Sheng Kuang said, “No.”
No?
Lin Jing looked up at Sheng Kuang in confusion. “Then…”
This time, it was Sheng Kuang’s phone that rang. He took out his phone, glanced at the caller ID, and gestured towards the door in the middle of the room to Lin Jing. “We’ll talk later.”
Then, he answered the call and walked into the elevator.
Lin Jing watched the elevator door close. She stood still for two seconds, then dragged her suitcase into the room Sheng Kuang had assigned her.
The door wasn’t locked. She gently turned the doorknob, and it opened.
The room was tidily arranged and quiet, complete with an en-suite bathroom and walk-in closet. A lush, leafy campanula sat on the small round table by the window. The central air conditioner was above it, and the slight breeze caused the verdant leaves to sway gently.
Lin Jing put down her suitcase and walked around the room. Sheng Kuang’s words, “the middle room is quite spacious,” came to mind, and she couldn’t help but mutter “ Versailles” in her heart.
This was considered not spacious?
It was almost a small apartment.
No, it *was* a small apartment.
…
Chen Jing was waiting by the elevator. When Sheng Kuang emerged, he immediately pounced. “Sheng Kuang, why did you let that girl stay? Do you have a crush on her?”
Sheng Kuang glanced at him but said nothing.
Chen Jing cursed. “Damn, you don’t actually like her, do you? I mean, she’s got a great figure, but she hasn’t taken off her mask yet. She might be a total disaster once she does.”
Sheng Kuang sat down on the sofa, unscrewed a bottle of water, and took a few sips.
Chen Jing sat down next to him. “But speaking of which, that girl’s proportions are amazing. Slim waist, long legs, and a sweet voice.”
Sheng Kuang paused in his drinking, and the girl’s words from upstairs suddenly echoed in his ears.
Her voice was indeed pleasant, soft, and a little familiar.
Two seconds later, Sheng Kuang took another sip of water and interrupted Chen Jing’s chatter. “She’s a VIP invited by Ms. Qin.”
Chen Jing: “VIP, so what if she’s a VIP…”
Sheng Kuang screwed the cap back on the bottle and placed it on the table in front of him. He turned to Chen Jing. “Ms. Qin doesn’t know that I’ve commandeered her house without permission.”
Chen Jing’s jaw dropped.
After a full ten seconds, Chen Jing recovered. “Sheng Kuang, aren’t you afraid your mom will rip you apart when she finds out?”
“Huh?” Sheng Kuang stretched his long legs out, resting them on the coffee table. He took out his phone, scrolled through the screen, and said casually, “No. At most, she’ll disown me.”
“…”
“I’m often disowned anyway, so one more time won’t matter.”
Chen Jing: “…”
Seeing Sheng Kuang so calm, Chen Jing, with his easygoing nature, also stopped worrying. He slumped back into the sofa. “One more person living here is fine. It’s not a big deal. The main thing is that the extra person is a girl. Does that mean I can’t wander around shirtless? Does that mean I can’t come out for a drink of water in the middle of the night in just my shorts… It’s going to be so inconvenient, always worrying about accidental exposure…”
Sheng Kuang paused his phone scrolling. As if remembering something, he looked up towards the stairs.
“Forget it. You’re the boss, you call the shots. I’ll go buy some things from the supermarket,” Chen Jing said, standing up.
He picked up his wallet and phone from the table. Just as he was about to leave, the elevator door opened, and the VIP emerged.
The VIP had showered and changed into a looser t-shirt, which made her legs look even more slender and straight.
She was bare-faced, without a mask, her skin as fair and tender as a peeled egg. Her nose was delicate and upturned, her mouth small, exuding a youthful and pleasing aura.
Chen Jing, still bent over to pick up his things, stared motionless at Lin Jing.
Lin Jing emerged from the elevator. Seeing Chen Jing staring at her as if frozen, she mimicked him and stared back.
Similar to when they stood outside the door, they made eye contact for a moment. She then turned to look at Sheng Kuang.
Sheng Kuang cleared his throat, raised his tiptoe, and kicked Chen Jing’s behind. “Didn’t you say you were going to buy something?”
“Oh, oh, oh.” Chen Jing stood up, his gaze still fixed on Lin Jing, and walked towards the door.
After a few steps, he turned back to Lin Jing. “Little sister, I’m going to the supermarket. Is there anything you need me to bring?”
Lin Jing shook her head. “Thank you, no.”
Chen Jing stared at Lin Jing and then asked Sheng Kuang, “Kuang Zai, what about you?”
…No, he didn’t need anything either.
The three words were about to leave his mouth when Sheng Kuang lifted his eyelids and his gaze fell on Lin Jing’s feet, which were clad in hotel disposable slippers.
She must have showered or washed her face upstairs; the thin white cloth slippers were wet.
He paused for two seconds, then retracted his gaze. “Bring a pair of slippers.”
“Pink ones, small size.”