487 Let's call it concern
A few minutes before at the restaurant.
Chyou was taken aback when her gaze fell on Guiying, suddenly leaving the restaurant in a hurry. She couldn’t catch her expression, but she strongly questioned if she was crying.
Yating followed her gaze and saw Zixin chasing after Guiying with an anxious look on his face too. “…What happened over there?”
“No idea…”
He frowned. “It was just fine when we met them. Did they fight?”
“Zixin and fight? No way. He is way too gentle for that,” she shook her head.
Especially for the woman he seemingly likes…
Which had also struck her with another important realization she wanted to share with Jun as soon as possible.
Chyou really wished to follow them and learn the reason why Guiying suddenly seemed so distressed but she had already made plans with Yating to buy a gift for Yin. Secondly, she was worried about the morality of stalking them and invading their private conversation.
But if it helps Jun, then it’s not wrong, right?
Yating called the waiter for the bill and said, “Let’s follow them.”
“Ah?”
“It’s very clear that you want to follow them.”
She coughed. “O-Of course not. I am curious about their sudden departure, but I am not a stalker. I am a very respectable citizen.”
He smiled. “Who can hack computers for special requests when required.”
“…”
“Stalking is not very far from it,” he chuckled.
“How dare you tease me!” Her nostrils flared in defiance.
Yating shook his head and got up. “Let’s go or we will lose them.”
She sheepishly grinned. “You are fine with the stalking?”
“Guiying is my colleague and also my friend just like Zixin is your friend. Let’s call it being worried about your friends instead of stalking,” he winked.
She brightened. “That’s what I am talking about! Yes, yes, as friends we should definitely help them. It’s normal to be concerned for your friends. Who said anything about stalking?”
His brow twitched.
You are the one who brought stalking in the conversation in the first place…
They hurried their way towards Zixin and two minutes later, they found Zixin holding Guiying’s wrist and stopping her. Chyou suddenly grabbed Yating’s arm and dragged him into an alley.
“Hey, hey why are you suddenly-“
“Ssh! We can listen to them from here. Cannot let them see us,” she whispered.
“You seem to be very pro at this,” he commented.
“I have acted as a spy character in one of my movies~ I have the experience.”
When Chyou leaned slightly to hear their conversation, Yating then noticed the odd position he was in. It was a reverse ‘kabe-don’ situation where he was trapped between Chyou’s arms and the wall at the back.
pAnD a(-)n0ve1.com Wait, I think I am supposed to be on that side…
But he felt it was amusing to see Chyou with a height less than his to ‘trap’ him like what was shown in the movies.
He observed Chyou’s extremely serious countenance up close as her ears perked in to try listening in to Zixin and Guiying’s conversation. He blinked with a momentary thought randomly passing by in his mind.
Her serious stalking expression is very…funny.
No it’s not stalking, it’s called being concerned about your friends, he nodded.
“Hey, don’t move!” Chyou reprimanded him. “I cannot hear,” she complained and bent further, but she was totally unaware of her chest slightly pressing on Yating’s chest.
He stiffened and robotically lowered his head to see her obvious chest being squished against his.
“*Cough! Cough-“
Chyou covered his mouth with her palm and glared at him. “Sshh!! You will give us away! Stop coughing.”
Cold sweat broke on his forehead. “Mmpf mmpf!” He tried to make her notice of their position.
“Shoo! Just stay still! Oh gosh why are you shuffling so much!? I will smack you if you move or make another sound again.”
Yating lacked tears to shed. She was so close that her scent made his throat itchy and feeling something obviously bouncy on his chest made him avert his gaze away from her. Then he shut his senses, solely trying to focus on the conversation between Zixin and Guiying instead of the fluffy sensation he was experiencing on his chest.
“Why can’t you tell me about MrPerfect?”
Zixin’s question made Chyou stunned.
How is MrPerfect coming into their conversation? Why are they talking about Jun?
In the course of helping Jun to find evidence against Guiying before, he had told her about Reading Point and how he and Ai met on the forum and chatted before they knew each other’s real identities.
“What is there to talk about a man who broke my heart?”
They heard Guiying’s raised voice who confronted Zixin. Guiying’s response to his question made Chyou freeze in her place.
Broke her heart? Yating wondered.
He then recalled that Guiying had mentioned at the Summit that she liked someone.
Is this about him?
“Chatting with a man in an online forum, feeling happy over the gifts and cards from him, blushing over his sweet words that made my heart pound and stupidly thinking that that man also took it seriously as I…what is there to talk about an idiot like me!?”
The more their conversation flowed, the more Chyou got bewildered. At one point both Yating and Chyou didn’t understand the ‘her’ that Zixin was talking about.
Suddenly, they witnessed Zixin kissing Guiying. Yating cleared his throat.
So what I thought was right. He does like Guiying.
“That’s why I was not okay when you dismissed the fact that we weren’t on a date. I wouldn’t have minded if people mistook it as a date. But you were quick to reject that notion, so it hurt me.”
Listening to Zixin’s confession, the theory in Chyou’s mind was confirmed. The woman who Zixin was trying to meet before his accident happened and he lost his memories. The woman about whom there was possible evidence of her identity in his laptop that broke and got burned in her film set.
It cannot be…
She saw Guiying’s complexion turning paler and whiter. She tried to escape again when she fiercely turned and exclaimed.
“Oh yeah? You want to be the hero who gives justice to Guiying? Then go and demand an answer from Liu Jun because the culprit you are bugging us to know about is none other than your cousin!”
Chyou froze and so did Yating.