Chapter 111: The Great Beauty Softened Her Heart
Zhang Yang didn't go tattling to Yang Jing right away, because he thought Yang Fei made sense. Her sister might look gentle and soft, but deep down, the two siblings were the same—stubborn!
As for Yang Jing's feelings toward Xie Long, Zhang Yang thought it was more like admiration. If a girl in love talked about her man, her eyes would shine with affection and longing. But when Zhang Yang had dinner with her, what he saw wasn't that—it was respect, admiration, and even a bit of confusion.
Still, when someone's been admiring and respecting another person for so long, getting her to change her view overnight wouldn't be easy. Since she'd already forgiven Xie Long for cheating before, the things Zhang Yang had discovered might not even make much difference. If Xie Long twisted things around, Zhang Yang could end up being the bad guy.
But Zhang Yang couldn't just stand by and watch her jump into the fire pit!
The next day, Zhang Yang attended his English class as usual. After class, just as he was about to leave for Huichen Grand Hotel, Yang Fei suddenly called out to him and asked casually, "How's the situation with Yang Jing and that bastard?"
While putting on his jacket, Zhang Yang replied, "That guy probably just got off the plane. I'm heading to his hotel now."
"Oh." From Yang Fei's tone, he could tell she was relieved. Zhang Yang thought, even though Yang Fei looked cold, she clearly cared about her sister.
"Teacher, want to come with me?" Zhang Yang suggested after a moment. Maybe this could be a chance to mend the sisters' relationship.
Yang Fei gave him a glance and snorted. "What would I go for? Why should I meddle in their business?"
"Fine then. Actually, I dug into Xie Long's personal info last night. That bastard really is like you said—an animal inside and out! He's bisexual, and he's into drugs too!" Zhang Yang muttered as he tied his shoelaces, then grabbed his umbrella, ready to go.
It was drizzling outside, cold wind seeping in as he opened the door, making him shiver. Damn it, running around these days with barely any sleep had really lowered his resistance.
Just as he was about to close the door for her, Yang Fei's voice came from behind: "Wait, I just happen to need to buy something."
Zhang Yang paused, turned around with a knowing look. Yang Fei glared at him. "What are you looking at!"
Zhang Yang quickly turned his head away. Fine, pretend all you want—but he still couldn't help sneaking glances at her from the corner of his eye. Her cheeks were faintly red; she clearly realized her excuse was lame.
Sure enough, at a critical moment, the great beauty finally softened her heart.
Yang Fei put on a yellow down jacket, shot Zhang Yang another glare, then crouched down to put on her boots. She was wearing a red plaid skirt and nearly flesh-colored black stockings. As she squatted, Zhang Yang's gaze naturally fell between her legs. Even though she was careful, he could still glimpse a teasing hint of skin—it was clearly garter stockings!
The bottom was snow-white, with a flash of blue panties nestled between her smooth thighs—it was enough to make his blood boil.
Yang Fei looked up and caught his gaze. Though it wasn't intentional, she was furious and didn't know what to say, so she twisted her hips and turned her legs aside. Damn it, why did this guy keep accidentally seeing her private parts again and again?
Downstairs, Yang Fei was lazy and didn't plan to drive. She glanced at Zhang Yang's freshly acquired Range Rover Evoque and scoffed. "You bought a new car? You sure know how to waste money."
Zhang Yang opened his mouth, speechless. The 2012 Dynamic Edition he got cost over seven hundred thousand yuan—and her limited-edition Z4 wasn't exactly cheaper.
Still, his car had its perks—spacious, perfect for travel, flirting, and… other activities.
On the road, the supposedly "shopping" Yang Fei passed by several supermarkets without mentioning getting out, quietly playing mobile games in the passenger seat.
When Zhang Yang arrived at Huichen, he immediately spotted Yang Jing's red Ford. Judging by the time, Xie Long should have arrived too.
The two got out. Zhang Yang went straight to the front desk—he'd already asked Qiao Xier to give them a heads-up. So when the receptionist saw him, she smiled sweetly and asked how she could help.
These people were masters of gossip—they all knew Zhang Yang had a complicated relationship with the daughter of their group's chairman, possibly the future young master himself. The receptionist's expression was extra warm, leaving Yang Fei rolling her eyes beside him.
After checking for a bit, Zhang Yang found Xie Long's room info. Turns out the bastard was registered as a foreigner under the name "Benjamen," staying in luxury room 1702 on the 17th floor. He had just entered the elevator—with Yang Jing following him.
Zhang Yang glanced at Yang Fei, who shot him a look. "What're you staring at me for?"
Zhang Yang lowered his voice. "Just wondering—should I punch him as soon as I see him, or wait until after they, you know…?"
"You know what?" Yang Fei, seeing his smirk, pretty much guessed what he meant but still asked reflexively.
"You know… I told you he's into drugs, right?" Zhang Yang replied as he headed for the elevator.
"Idiot." Yang Fei looked annoyed but still followed him inside. "Yang Jing's your girl. Why're you asking me?"
"Got it." Zhang Yang pressed the button for the 17th floor. The elevator doors closed, trapping them in the narrow space. Her faint perfume filled the air—soft and intoxicating.
After a brief silence, Yang Fei couldn't help asking, "Zhang Yang, aren't you chasing Xu Danlu? Why are you suddenly interested in Yang Jing?"
Zhang Yang sighed and raised his hand in surrender. "Teacher, let me make it clear again—Jing-jie is like a sister to me. Don't get the wrong idea."
"Tch, I don't believe that. She's a beautiful woman and never even had a proper relationship before. You expect me to think you're not tempted?" Yang Fei said, tapping her boot heel against the floor irritably.
Zhang Yang looked at her for a moment, then said, "Teacher… you're even prettier."
Yang Fei glared at him and said nothing.
The elevator doors opened. They stepped out and saw two people walking ahead side by side.
One was definitely Yang Jing. The man beside her was slightly taller, around 1.75 meters, wearing a black suit, holding a suitcase and a bouquet of roses. From behind, his figure looked a bit stocky, and comparing to the photo, Zhang Yang was sure—it was Xie Long.
They stopped by a door. Xie Long pulled out the room card to unlock it.
Without thinking, Zhang Yang called out, "Wait a second!"
Both turned around. Xie Long looked confused, while Yang Jing's face was full of surprise.
"Zhang Yang? Feifei? What are you two doing here?"