Chapter 41 Little Temptress—Teasing Him Again

“?”
Su Niansheng—mid-praise—suddenly felt off.
“Trashing your friends behind their backs? Also—you’re not that great. Last time in the garden—you ran from a toad faster than a rabbit, leaving me!”
She brought up old history. Shen Junxi’s face stiffened: “That was… an accident.”
“Don’t explain—cheater!”
“Next time you leave me—I’ll…,” she thought a few seconds, “shout on school radio: I dumped you! Humiliate you! Everyone knows you’re chasing me now—hehe!”
“Dumped me?” Shen Junxi’s eyes narrowed—dangerous aura. Leaned closer: “Not that easy. Be careful—I might imprison you out of love.”
Su Niansheng: “…” How could he say that so casually? Like he’d really do it.
Birds of a feather flock together!
Zhong Zhe/Duan Chengyu—weird and creepy. He’s their friend—must be a combo: weird + creepy!
She was about to scold—smelled cold pine. Saw his handsome face near—awkwardly turned to the window.
“Hm?” Shen Junxi made a sound. “Scared?”
“N-no—you’re too hot today…”
She covered her mouth—realizing she blurted out her thought!
Shen Junxi was stunned—then smiled uncontrollably. Leaned closer—almost pinning her to the window.
“What did you say?”
“I-I said nothing!”
Su Niansheng was cornered—right cheek pressed to glass.
He still wouldn’t let go.
He propped a hand on the front seat—trapped her between window and his chest. “Say it—else I’ll use my secret move.”
Secret move?
Tickling?!
No way!
She’d lose control—let him do anything!
Su Niansheng gritted teeth—caught. Had to praise this narcissist.
“J-just saying you’re hot today.”
“How hot?”
Shen Junxi’s eyes were sly—her blushing face like a peach: tender, soft—tempting to bite.
“J-just—” She pointed at the worsening rain. “Even the sky drools over your looks.”
“Su Xiaoqian—smooth talker.”
He spoke—eyes dazed. Suddenly leaned down—nose to nose.
“What about… you?”
His flawless face magnified—dark eyes seemed to suck her in. Hot breath mingled—low voice sexy.
Su Niansheng’s heart “thumped”—stopped. Mind went blank.
Two seconds later—she slapped him. “Who drools over you?! You’re creepier than Zhong Zhe/Duan Chengyu!”
Shen Junxi: “…”
Pushed back—he regained sense, shook his head.
Almost kissed her.
Seems—can’t be alone with her anymore. In the same space—only wants to…
“True.”
He snorted.
Way creepier than Zhong Zhe/Duan Chengyu.
Not just drool—wants her to…
Su Niansheng withdrew her hand—quietly sighed. Outside—storm raged, trees swayed—like her chaotic heartbeat.
What’s wrong?
Shen Xiaoxi was just teasing—why so nervous?
Afraid he’d press further—she changed topic: “Um… what do you like?”
Shen Junxi looked up—desire still lingered, staring at her darkly.
Little temptress—teasing him again.
“I want to give you a gift—thanks for helping me take Professor Ma’s class.”
Ah—gift…
He calmed his breath—took a cherry-themed hair tie from her wrist. “This.”
“Huh?” Su Niansheng looked at the plain hair tie. “Why do you want this? You’re a guy.”
“Too many admirers lately.”
“…”
She remembered—couples wear each other’s items to claim ownership. Was he using her to fend off admirers?
But this isn’t a gift.
She’ll think of something else.
“Where are we going? Not home.”
“Jindu Mall—Yimeng Charity Banquet.”
Jindu Mall.
When the Koenigsegg stopped—a figure paced at the revolving door, rushed over. “Oh my lady! You’re back!”
“The Jingzhou Cross-River Bridge—so important! You left! The banquet’s ending. Hengchuang’s CEO, Jiahe’s GM, Dingzhu’s Tao—big shots wait. If you don’t come—I can’t hold on…”
He paced like an ant on a hot pan.
Shen Junxi calmly opened her door: “Isn’t Zhiyuan with them?”
“Mr. Xie pushed me—he doesn’t know the second-round bid details. Bosses insist on talking to you.”
Jingzhou Cross-River Bridge?
The famous imperial capital’s longest steel truss bridge—connecting Jingcheng to Beizhou?
Su Niansheng was stunned.
Shen Xiaoxi—abandoned such an important project to pick her up?
“Go in first.”
“Not urgent—show you around first.”
Not urgent?
The assistant’s eyes nearly popped.
Young Master Shen—calmest person he’s seen—calmer than Mr. Shen.
“Here’s foreign wine—can’t drink. Have some cake…”
“Got it got it—go!”
Even after Su Niansheng urged repeatedly—Shen Junxi brought her into the banquet, settled everything, then left.
“Phew~”
She ate Basque cake—curiously watched people. Passersby also eyed her—interested in the girl Shen Shao picked up midway.
Afraid of being greeted—she looked at Shen Junxi at the main table, chatting freely.