Jiang Cheng looked up, his gaze sharp as a blade, piercing straight into Zhao Yihan's eyes.
This single look caused Zhao Yihan's body to tremble violently.
Her legs seemed to lose all support, instantly turning weak.
Her fingertips, hovering above the doorknob, began to tremble slightly.
Although she had mentally prepared herself before coming in for the possibility of seeing scenes she shouldn't,
when the scene actually unfolded before her eyes, she suddenly didn't know how to react.
Should she pretend she didn't see anything, put the things down, and leave?
Or what else should she do??
That bitch Chen Jiaxue was definitely showing off in front of her on purpose.
She remembered the last time she had experienced something like this was back when she graduated from university.
As for Chen Jiaxue's experience of being "filled," she hadn't gone through that.
Just how intense must it have been to end up like this.
Hearing the movement, Chen Jiaxue also slowly turned her head.
"Sister Yihan..." Chen Jiaxue's voice was hoarse. "The essential oil... did you bring it?"
Looking at the scene before her, Zhao Yihan's throat suddenly felt dry.
Gritting her teeth, she steadied the stiff expression on her face and nodded.
"I brought it all... it's right here."
Seeing this, Chen Jiaxue waved her hand at Zhao Yihan.
"Close the door first, then bring it over for me. I was proactive for too long just now, and now my muscles are sore. I can't really stand up..."
Hearing this, Zhao Yihan's fingertips unconsciously tightened around the tray, her heart beating so fast it felt like it might explode.
Despite this, she still turned around and closed the door.
Thinking of Qiu Yihe, Zhao Yihan even considerately closed the door.
Her legs were slightly weak, but her professionalism made her instinctively step forward.
She didn't even know how she managed to walk over.
By the time she realized it, she was already standing in front of Jiang Cheng.
Seeing him from such a close distance, Jiang Cheng's physique and size advantages made her chest feel a sudden surge of heat.
Zhao Yihan couldn't help but look at Jiang Cheng's... and at that sight, she couldn't help but gasp inwardly.
It went so deep during the act.
Not only deep, but it must have been very tight.
No wonder Chen Jiaxue looked like she had been through a session of severe torture.
One could only imagine how deep the torment was just now... Chen Jiaxue looked up and gave her an ingratiating smile.
Then, she stood up and walked toward Zhao Yihan.
She reached out and grabbed her wrist.
"Sister Yihan," she wheedled sweetly, "help me... massage my waist, okay? Young Master Jiang said my... posture was wrong, that's why my waist is sore..."
Zhao Yihan wanted to shake her off, but her body felt as if it were being controlled by some invisible force.
Although she admitted that when she first entered, she was filled with the urge to pour the entire bottle of essential oil onto Chen Jiaxue's hypocritical face.
But now that she was close enough to see Jiang Cheng's actual appearance...
...and coupled with the fact that Chen Jiaxue didn't look provocative at all,
the feelings of jealousy and hatred in Zhao Yihan's heart suddenly vanished.
She even felt that Chen Jiaxue was somewhat pitiful.
So, looking like this meant she had been bullied quite severely.
And now she was asking for her help??
Sigh, looking at it now, weren't they both just pitiful women?
In order to get what they wanted, they were no longer masters of their own fate.
Seeing Zhao Yihan's gaze toward her suddenly shift from hostility to sympathy,
Chen Jiaxue was instantly bewildered.
She didn't understand what Zhao Yihan meant.
However, if Chen Jiaxue could hear Zhao Yihan's inner thoughts,
she would probably have something to say about it.
"That's ridiculous, sister. You have no idea how much I enjoyed it."
"This kind of thing, people who haven't tasted it might find it hard to accept."
"But once you start trying it, you'll find it quite addictive."
In this regard, men always carry a sense of satisfaction from conquest.
But for Girls, the process of being mistreated is actually full of pleasure.
Zhao Yihan's hand slowly squeezed Chen Jiaxue's hand.
Then she said, "How about you go clean yourself up and rest? I'll take care of things here."
Seeing that there was no personal desire in Zhao Yihan's eyes,
and the Mind Perception Skill even sensed Zhao Yihan's care for Chen Jiaxue,
Jiang Cheng was actually somewhat surprised.
This woman might have a heart that wanted to climb the social ladder,
but her thoughts were still somewhat simple.
No wonder her privacy value was only 1.
In this situation, if it were any other Girl,
they would have been like Chen Jiaxue long ago,
proactively sitting on him.
She, on the other hand, actually had the heart to sympathize with others.
For a Girl with her looks and figure, logically speaking, as long as she knew how to play her cards right,
in a work environment where she interacted with high-end clients every day, she had every opportunity to achieve social mobility.
But looking at it now, there was a reason she was still just a Chief Flight Attendant.
Most wealthy people like Jiang Cheng, even those Second-generation rich,
would not take the initiative to pursue someone.
To them, Girls with outstanding looks and great figures weren't exactly a rare resource.
If they met a Girl who caught their eye, they might drop a hint or two.
If the Girl could take the hint and be a bit proactive, then there might be a possibility for something to develop between them.
But if she continued to be like this—not only failing to be proactive but also trying to play hard to get—
if she wanted to "go fishing," then most likely no one would pay her any mind.
...wanting to fish.
Who would give her the time of day?
Without her, as long as the money was still there, there would always be another Zhao Yihan.
Seeing Zhao Yihan standing there blankly,
Chen Jiaxue said with a beaming smile, "Sister Yihan, didn't our training... teach you how to serve VIP clients? You couldn't have forgotten, could you?"
After saying that, Chen Jiaxue pulled Zhao Yihan over to Jiang Cheng's side.
"It just so happens that Young Master Jiang said... his shoulders are a bit sore."
"Why don't you give him a massage?"
The tips of Zhao Yihan's ears instantly turned red-hot.
Her fingertips trembled slightly, but she still reached out and took the bottle of essential oil.
When Jiang Cheng's expression didn't change at all as Zhao Yihan placed her hands on his shoulders,
Chen Jiaxue's eyes dimmed slightly.
She had originally thought that a man like Jiang Cheng, upon seeing a woman with a hot body and a feigned air of aloofness like Zhao Yihan, would definitely be unable to restrain his impulses and would make a move immediately.
To let her also experience that so-called "Extreme sports in the clouds."
However, the reality was completely contrary to her expectations.
Not only did Jiang Cheng not make a move as she had imagined,
but he even frowned slightly, seemingly a bit impatient with Zhao Yihan's hesitation.
She knew men too well, especially men like Jiang Cheng.
They liked proactive prey, but they enjoyed the process of conquest even more.
If Zhao Yihan kept acting aloof, Jiang Cheng might find it boring instead and even give up on her directly.
Chen Jiaxue, who had originally wanted to drag Zhao Yihan into the water, immediately changed her mind.
As the saying goes, sharing joy is not as good as enjoying it alone.
Why should she share Jiang Cheng with Zhao Yihan?
Chen Jiaxue seized the opportunity and immediately straddled him.
While swaying her hips, she said in a sweet, cloying voice, "Young Master Jiang, don't be unhappy~ Sister Yihan is just like that. She has so many pursuers around her, so she's quite proud..."
Chen Jiaxue intentionally emphasized the words "so many pursuers," casting a provocative glance at Zhao Yihan.
You're pretending to be aloof, right? Then I'll make Young Master Jiang think you're a woman who's used to being pampered.
That you don't care about him at all!
Hearing this, Zhao Yihan, who had been carefully massaging his shoulders,
suddenly stiffened.
She looked up sharply, staring at Chen Jiaxue in disbelief.
What was the meaning of this??
She was just feeling sorry for Chen Jiaxue, thinking she was pitiful and even wanting to help clean up the mess... yet this woman turned around and spoke to her with sarcasm?
Seeing Chen Jiaxue take action right in front of her,
Zhao Yihan was both ashamed and angry; her rationality collapsed completely.
"Chen Jiaxue, what do you mean? Are you playing with me??"