Chapter 6: Offense

Wen Yanli quickly turned his head. He was not surprised by the person he saw; instead, he realized something—he had recognized her voice instantly. Song Mi was quite satisfied with his hearing, considering he had a companion by his side and was in a place like Bar Street, yet he heard her call out to him right away.

Still, she had no intention of letting him off so easily. As their eyes met, she unabashedly lowered her gaze, stopping at a certain spot beneath his belt buckle. “It really is Attorney Wen!”

“I thought I might have mistaken you!” Song Mi strode forward in her high heels, swinging the car keys hooked on her pinky. “Such a co—oh no, I mean, what a coincidence!”

Even without knowing the reason, Wen Yanli couldn’t fail to see her insinuation; her gaze was obvious enough, and the deliberate half-spoken “quick” only added to it.

Yet, he truly couldn’t fathom how he had offended this woman.

Not long ago in the elevator, she had collapsed against him like a leopard whose strength had been drained, and now, so soon after, she showed her claws and turned her back on him?

His jet-black eyes were mild and cool. Wen Yanli’s brows faintly furrowed—quick?

Did she not know just how long he could last?

“Brother Yanli!” Beside him, Pei Qiuyang soon came over, nudging his arm. “What’s going on here?”

His words were vague, but his gaze fixed on Song Mi was anything but. As a seasoned veteran, Pei Qiuyang hadn’t seen a woman of such celestial beauty in ages. “…Aren’t you going to introduce me?”

Wen Yanli glanced at him sidelong, ready to speak, but Song Mi, already at their side, extended her hand directly toward him. “Song Mi.”

“Mi, as in honeyed words with a hidden sting!”

Caught off guard, Pei Qiuyang quickly reached out. “Pei Qiuyang.”

Under Song Mi’s lead, their hands barely touched before separating.

Across from them, Pei Qiuyang felt half his body go numb.

Meanwhile, Song Mi’s eyes, gleaming with water-light, fixed on Wen Yanli. “Attorney Wen, may I have a word?”

Wen Yanli had a vague sense of foreboding, yet he hadn’t expected her to be so direct. She leaned in, blowing softly against his ear. “Could it be… the celebratory wine I sent wasn’t to your taste, and it affected your performance?”

Her deliberately lowered voice was muffled and lingering, intentionally seductive, stirring his eardrum and reaching straight to his heart.

There was also that fleeting scent of gardenia.

He was dazed for only a few seconds before Wen Yanli regained his composure, but just as he was about to speak, she cut him off. “See you around, handsome!”

—Song Mi, having stepped back, ignored him once more and shifted her gaze to Pei Qiuyang. With those words, she swayed her waist, brushed past his shoulder, and walked away without a backward glance.

“No, don’t say ‘see you around’—let’s go together!” Pei Qiuyang, thoroughly enchanted by Song Mi’s smile, finally came to his senses and tried to chase after her, but Wen Yanli was quicker and stopped him. “Hey…”

Wen Yanli shot him a sidelong glance. “Did you check your phone today?”

“I did!” Pei Qiuyang couldn’t tear his eyes away, his gaze glued to Song Mi’s retreating figure, but he kept asking, “What’s up?”

His infatuated expression was textbook.

Watching him, Wen Yanli felt a strange surge of annoyance.

What’s up?

He’d like to know that himself!

And what was all that about celebratory wine?

When no answer came for a while, Pei Qiuyang finally turned his head to find Wen Yanli deep in thought, brows furrowed. “Oh, right—what did Mi just say to you?”