Super Sweet, 100\% Honeymoon-Chapter 687: Trapping the Enemy in One’s Own Pot
She didn’t dare touch his lips, afraid to wake Ou Jue.
Instead, she gently placed a kiss on Ou Jue’s forehead.
No, strictly speaking, it was a kiss on his jet-black short hair.
A few locks of hair fell against his brow, lightly brushing it, carrying a certain casual handsomeness.
At that moment, Ou Jue’s phone on the coffee table suddenly began to ring.
Qiao Qianmo froze, her entire body stiffening in place.
Ou Jue abruptly opened his cold, sharp eyes, immediately catching sight of the face that was so close to his.
"What are you doing!"
Ah... he woke up!
Qiao Qianmo was startled, her body trembling, and as if all her support had vanished, she directly collapsed onto Ou Jue.
Though somewhat frightened, this embrace still made Qiao Qianmo’s heart flutter, "Ou Jue bro, I..."
"What do you mean ’I’? Get up already!" His tone was displeased.
Qiao Qianmo quickly climbed up, feeling a bit heartbroken by Ou Jue’s cold demeanor, "I didn’t do it on purpose, Ou Jue bro, why are you being like this..."
"Who allowed you into my room?"
"It was Ms. Susan who asked me to call you down for dinner. I knocked, but there was no response, so I came in. When I walked in, I saw a little bug on your face, and I just wanted to help remove it. But you’re so harsh to me..." she explained, biting her lower lip and lowering her gaze.
A seemingly casual little gesture, yet it was one of those habitual actions from that fool.
For instance, whenever she felt wronged, she would subconsciously bite her lip, lower her eyes, looking completely pitiful.
Xiyan’s small face seemed to overlap with Qiao Qianmo’s in front of him. Ou Jue shifted his gaze, "Leave."
As he spoke, he picked up the phone, glanced at the number, and answered the call.
A sweet, melodious voice rang out clearly in the quiet room, "Ou Jue! What did you do to me last night?"
Ou Jue remained composed, "Oh? What did I do to you?"
"You dare ask me? Tell me, what exactly did you see last night?!"
Ou Jue strode onto the balcony with his phone, resting his hands on the railing, his voice carrying the raspy tone of someone who had just woken up, along with a soft chuckle, "I saw everything I should’ve seen, and everything I shouldn’t have seen too."
"Pervert!"
The night breeze tousled Ou Jue’s black hair. His gaze turned deep, "You’ll see it all sooner or later anyway."
"Ahhhh! Shut up, don’t say another word!"
Behind him, Qiao Qianmo’s eyes turned slightly red.
Her face was full of jealousy.
She had originally planned to stay here, waiting for Ou Jue to go downstairs together, but she simply couldn’t take it anymore.
Her heart hurt terribly.
With reddened eyes, Qiao Qianmo quickened her pace and left.
Throughout dinner, Ou Jue did not come downstairs.
After the meal, Qiao Qianmo went to Susan’s room, crying her heart out.
Susan’s eyes were full of affection, "Silly girl, don’t worry, we’ll take things step by step. With me here, you’re bound to become the Ou Family’s Young Madam. As for Xia Xiyan and Xia Zhiyun, hmph, let’s wait and see—they’re bound to cry someday!"
Qiao Qianmo tearfully muttered, "But in Ou Jue bro’s heart, there’s only Xia Xiyan..."
"Exactly why I say you’re too naive!"
Susan stroked Qiao Qianmo’s hair fondly, "You need to take initiative, understand?"
Qiao Qianmo wiped away her tears, "Take initiative?"
"That’s right..." Susan leaned in closer to Qiao Qianmo’s ear and whispered a few words.
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The next day.
Xiyan received a call from Qiao Qianmo, "Let’s talk."
Ha, funny. Although Qiao Qianmo pretended to be nice for so long, she herself had indeed bought into it.
But after the show "Actor," the two of them had practically ripped off their masks.
What was there left to talk about?
"Sorry, I don’t want to waste my time on people I don’t like." Xiyan spoke indifferently, intending to end the call.
"It’s about Ou Jue," Qiao Qianmo quickly interjected, "About his other identity. Ou Jue bro hasn’t ever mentioned it to you, has he?"
Xiyan furrowed her brows slightly.
Qiao Qianmo continued, "See you at Quee Restaurant at 7:30 tonight. Whether or not you want to hear this secret is entirely up to you."
After hanging up, Xiyan thought for a moment and called Ou Jue.
"Ou Jue..." Xiyan hesitated, unsure how to broach the subject.
In the CEO’s office, Ou Jue was sitting in a swivel chair, flipping through files. His voice was calmly distant, "Hm?"
"Have you ever hidden something from me? Or... do you have any identities besides being the CEO?"
Ou Jue’s hand froze briefly as he flipped a page, then resumed flipping, "No."
"Really?"
"What exactly are you trying to say?" Ou Jue leaned back against his chair.
"Nothing, just chatting casually."
"What goes through your mind every day?" Ou Jue closed the file and placed it to the side. "I’ll pick you up later for dinner."
Xiyan shrugged, "I already have plans tonight." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞
Ou Jue’s eyes narrowed slightly, "Plans? With whom?"
"I’m not telling you, but it’s with a girl." Xiyan stuck out her tongue, "You can eat on your own. Bye!"
With that, she hung up.
Xiyan tossed her phone into her bag.
Ou Jue hadn’t been honest with her.
Could it really be like Qiao Qianmo said—that Ou Jue had another identity mysterious enough he couldn’t even tell her?
At 7:30 p.m.
Xiyan pushed open the door to Quee Restaurant.
This was a high-end restaurant in City B, with each dish costly and the diners invariably affluent.
Celebrities were also often seen here.
Following the waiter to a riverside window seat, Xiyan took her place.
Elegant violin music filled the restaurant, blending with the shimmering lights of the river outside.
Xiyan stared out the window in a daze, her mind consumed with thoughts of Ou Jue’s mysterious second identity...
As the saying goes, curiosity kills the cat. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to know.
"Xiyan baby." A teasing voice interrupted her thoughts, "Been waiting long?"
Xiyan looked up, startled, "Ye Xisi? Why are you here?"
Ye Xisi pulled out the chair opposite Xiyan, "Someone texted me, saying you were waiting for me here."
Texted him? Waiting for him?
Xiyan sensed something was off but didn’t notice someone not far away snapping a photo of them with a phone.
The photo was sent, and Qiao Qianmo’s lips curled into a smug smile.
Elsewhere.
Ou Jue, driving his car, felt his phone vibrate. Glancing at it casually, he saw a picture of his own little woman sitting across from Ye Xisi in the restaurant—candlelight dinner, riverside setting... picturesque.
His expression turned instantly grim, the temperature inside the car plummeting to its lowest.
PS:
(Brace yourselves for the upcoming drama.)
