Chapter Eleven: Impulse is the Devil
"Hello, nice to meet you."
What surprised Tong Mai even more was that he was the one who initiated the greeting, his tone neither hot nor cold, not a hint of excitement could be detected, but instead... there was a subtle undercurrent of disdain and sarcasm pouring out.
Was she overthinking?
They had only met once and were barely familiar with each other, so it's possible that he had completely forgotten who she was. Moreover, his words seemed to be those of a first meeting.
However, at this moment, her heart was uneasy and fluctuating.
"Hello."
Her voice was steady, but it only highlighted her unease. She spoke in a hesitant and flustered manner, as if all her previous "dignity" had been instantly extinguished the moment she saw Huo Yize.
Tong Mai scolded herself in her heart for being useless, what was she panicking about?
That day... they met at night, and some men usually forget about this kind of thing after it's over. She shouldn't panic, shouldn't be nervous, and mustn't mess things up herself...
If he recognized himself and told YIN's family members present about her "daring", she would definitely be despised by them one by one.
At this time, she really regretted that she had hit her head or was sick at the beginning. How could she have done such a thing? And it was still with an unfamiliar stranger...
Tong Mai swallowed hard, her head hung low, and she slightly raised it to steal a glance at him. In that instant, the two of them happened to lock eyes, and the gaze was so deep and piercing that it made one's heart feel uneasy and restless, as if it were an extremely sharp blade.
She immediately withdrew her gaze, and her whole body couldn't help but tremble, unsure if it was too cold or if the matter had come too suddenly.
"Hurry up and change your clothes, then come down for dinner!"
Mr. Yin's father spoke coldly and sternly glared at him.
And this time, when her father spoke, she quickly retreated from the scene as if she had received a sacred decree. The difference between her fleeing figure and her determined turn in London that night was really too great...
Huo Yize's face was shrouded in gloom, his eyes a deep, frightening black.
Chen Yuhua seemed to faintly sense the unease on Huo Yize's face, and hastily accompanied with a smile, "Yize, don't mind her, she's just a rude and uncouth little girl, lacking in upbringing. Don't bother with her, she's far inferior to our Yuqi."
This statement belittles Tong Mai and elevates Yin Yuqi at the same time.
"Ma..." Yoon Yu-qi hinted that she shouldn't say that.
The more they said this, the more it made Huo Yize feel that they were all bullying Tong Mai.
"No, Auntie can rest assured." Huo Yize's lips struggled to squeeze out a smile. But in fact, at this moment, he had a strong feeling of being played and used as a pawn for revenge, and his eyes flashed with a hint of coldness.
However, for now, he won't break this relationship, instead, he wants to see what this woman is up to.
"Yi Ze, I'll go take a look at the wheat, you sit here for a while first."
Yin Yuqi saw that Tong Mai was drenched from head to toe earlier, and with her mother scolding her like that, she felt a bit worried about her, so she thought of going over to take a look.
Huo Yize nodded, while Chen Yuhua had a stern expression on her face, looking very unhappy. However, because of Huo Yize's presence, she could only endure it...
Tong Mai returned to his bedroom, his body trembling even more violently, and his heart seemed to be about to jump out of his mouth before stopping!
What a coincidence under heaven! How could such a wonderful thing happen to her? But why didn't good fortune come to her instead?
The young wheat was anxiously pounding his own head, "Crazy! Crazy! I'm about to collapse..."
What's this? One misstep, eternal regret for a thousand years?
They say: Impulsiveness is the devil. It seems it's really true! But no matter how much she regrets, it's already too late...
