From school uniform to wedding dress, but I don't want to marry you anymore

Chapter 541 I just like you

The morning light, like a layer of light golden gauze, lazily cuts in through the gaps.

There was a strange mixture of smells floating in the air.

The lingering aroma of expensive cigars, the aftertaste of last night's extravagant drinks, and...

A hint of warm and tempting food aroma.

Yun Yi frowned in his sleep.

Then he opened his eyes, and in his dark pupils, which were like deep pools, there was still a hint of laziness that had not dissipated.

But the next second, he was covered by a layer of cold vigilance.

This is a habit he developed since he went abroad to start a business.

You can't relax at any time.

The man sat up from the pillow where he was sinking deeply.

The silky thin blanket slipped off, revealing an upper body with clear lines and tight skin.

He raised his eyes and scanned the scene in front of him with sharp gaze.

The woman he spent the night with didn't leave.

He Yiqing stood by the small bar in the suite a few steps away, with her back to Yun Yi.

The woman was wearing an ill-fitting white bathrobe that was so big that it almost wrapped her entire body.

Next time it hung empty, revealing only a small part of the slender ankle.

The morning light outlined her soft, drooping hair, and cast a warm halo on her shoulders and neck.

He Yiqing was preparing breakfast for Yun Yi, and her movements seemed very careful.

Noticing the man's movements, she turned around with a smile.

A face that is unspeakably clean.

Her skin was a delicate porcelain white, her lips were a natural light pink, and slightly swollen from just waking up.

Especially those eyes, as clear as the melting mountain stream in early spring, at this moment, they are filled with joy and attachment.

"Are you awake?"

He Yiqing's voice was soft, with a hint of hoarseness that was unique to the early morning. "I made breakfast. I wonder if it suits your taste..."

"..."

Yun Yi didn't say anything, but stared indifferently at the woman in front of him who was showing her goodwill.

An encounter under the dim lights in the bar last night.

Alcohol-fueled indulgence.

The hot entanglement of a strange body.

Scene after scene flooded into my mind.

A typical one-night stand.

That's it.

Then the man lifted the quilt and got out of bed with swift movements.

He walked straight to his suit jacket, which lay scattered on the carpet, and pulled a leather check holder from an inside pocket.

With a light "swish" sound, the check was torn off neatly.

The man held an expensive pen and signed in the amount column with a string of zeros and ones that was enough to make an ordinary person's heart stop.

He turned around and handed the thin piece of paper to He Yiqing. He looked down at her and said in a calm voice, "Take the money and disappear immediately."

Yun Yi’s rule of the game has always been to say goodbye at dawn, without exception.

This woman is waiting here to ask for money, okay.

Making breakfast for him is a little different.

"I……"

The smile on He Yiqing's face froze, and her long eyelashes trembled violently.

The check hung in the air like a cold verdict.

She didn't answer, but just shook her head gently, her voice as thin as a mosquito's, "I..., I don't want money."

"for free?"

Xiaoyun's eyes were like a blade tempered with ice.

There was no warmth, only cold scrutiny. "So what do you want?"

He Yiqing raised her head, her cheeks flushed with shyness, "I, I think there will be a chance to meet you again in the future."

"See you again?"

A low, cold laugh escaped from Yun Yi's throat.

Then, the tall figure of the man approached suddenly with an imposing pressure.

The hand that had just signed the check for two hundred thousand, with a violent gust of wind, accurately strangled He Yiqing's fragile neck!

"Well!"

The woman gave a short scream.

The whole person was thrown against the wall behind him by a huge force.

"You are quite brave..."

Yun Yi held He Yiqing's slender neck, pressing his fingertips against her throbbing carotid artery. His bottomless black eyes were filled with undisguised murderous intent and cold inquiry. "Tell me, who sent you?"

"No, no..."

He Yiqing's vision went dark, and a terrifying gray-white noise began to appear at the edge of her vision. "I, I just like you. No one sent me here..."

"like?"

Yun Yi's voice was filled with sarcasm, and he increased the force of his fingers. "Do you think we are still young boys and girls who are just beginning to fall in love and believe in love at first sight? No one will believe such a lie."

"But, but what I said is all true..."

He Yiqing struggled instinctively, her nails scraping against the man's expensive watch strap, making a subtle sound. "I, I really like you, Mr. Yun. Ever since I saw you for the first time last night, I... uh..."

Before He Yiqing could finish her words, Yun Yi suddenly increased his strength.

The girl opened her eyes wide, and tears rolled down her flushed cheeks and hit the man's slightly bulging hand.

Her face turned from red to purple, her eyes began to blur, her lips moved, but she could no longer make any sound.

Just before He Yiqing realized that she was about to sink completely into darkness, the murderous look in Yun Yi's eyes seemed to freeze for a moment.

He stared at the girl's fragile and defenseless appearance, as if he was examining a piece of porcelain that was about to break.

Suddenly, the man let go of his hand.

The power suddenly disappeared.

He Yiqing slid down the cold wall softly like a rag doll with all its bones pulled out.

The fresh air rushed into his burning throat, causing a heart-wrenching coughing fit.

Yun Yi didn't look at He Yiqing again.

He turned around expressionlessly, picked up his shirt and trousers on the ground, and put them on slowly.

Every movement was filled with a kind of indifference, as if it had nothing to do with him.

After adjusting the last cufflink, Yun Yi picked up the suit jacket that was draped over the armrest of the sofa and walked straight to the door.

The man couldn't help but pause for a second as his hand rested on the cold door handle.

He tilted his head slightly and glanced at He Yiqing who was curled up on the carpet for a very brief moment.

The next second, Yun Yi reached out, took out a business card from the inside pocket of his suit, and threw it away.

The hard business card with dark gold edges spun like a light fallen leaf and landed beside the woman's trembling calves.

Then, Yun Yi seemed to remember something and glanced at the plates beside the bar.

He walked over, picked up one of the sandwiches with two slender fingers, then opened the heavy door and left.

"Click."

The door locks closed.

The thick carpet in the hallway absorbed the man's footsteps.

In the suite, the only sound was the woman's suppressed cough.

After a long while, He Yiqing slowly stopped shaking.

She was still curled up, her messy hair covering most of her face.

The woman stretched out her bruised hand and slowly reached for the gold-embossed business card that had fallen beside her leg.

Then, she held the small card in her palm.

His knuckles turned white from clenching his fists.

The corners of He Yiqing's lips, stained with tears and dust, gradually curved upwards.

The arc grew larger and larger, eventually forming a silent, triumphant smile.

It’s easy to get Yun Yi’s business card.

It is not easy to ask him to give it personally.

Fortunately, she succeeded.