Chapter 20

Chapter 20 Zhou Jingyu curved his lips into a light smile. His brows relaxed, like the clear moon and gentle breeze. Truly a sight for sore eyes. Wen Tang looked at him and couldn’t help but sigh—truly an exceptional beauty among mortals. Come to think of it, though her relationship with this neighbor was no longer as hostile as before, there wasn’t much else to talk about. After exchanging pleasantries, Wen Tang wanted to leave. But turning around, she began to struggle over which direction to go—left or right. It seemed she’d passed through here before, and either way led to the same result. Seeing her so conflicted, Zhou Jingyu standing behind her couldn’t help but smile. This confused state was somewhat similar to the person on the other end of his phone. “Miss Wen, are you lost?” He spoke with a smile, giving a light cough as if casually pointing out her predicament. But to Wen Tang’s ears, it felt like merciless mockery. She turned back and forced a smile at Zhou Jingyu. How should she answer this question? Admit she’d drunk too much and made such a basic mistake? Or just accept the teasing? Did she have no pride? Just as Wen Tang was rapidly thinking of a response, her phone rang and saved her. It was the director calling. During the time Wen Tang had been away, everyone had finished eating and drinking, and when they were about to leave, the director suddenly realized Wen Tang hadn’t returned, so he called to notify her. After hanging up, Wen Tang waved her phone at Zhou Jingyu with what she thought was a charming smile: “No, I’m heading home now.” With that, she turned and walked away. But after just two steps, Zhou Jingyu spoke again: “Miss Wen…” Wen Tang was stopped again and turned with raised eyebrows: “?” Zhou Jingyu remained in place, his brows and eyes serene, his manner refined and courteous. In his clear, spring-like eyes, laughter seemed to flicker: “You’re going the wrong way.” He pointed to the corridor opposite: “If I remember correctly, to exit, you should go this way.” Wen Tang: “…” Wen Tang didn’t actually have a poor sense of direction, but this club had such a winding, maze-like layout. In the end, she only managed to get out with Zhou Jingyu leading the way. Wen Tang had arrived in the director’s car, and during dinner, her own car had been brought to the parking lot by her driver, waiting for just a phone call. Wen Tang and Zhou Jingyu came out together, and the driver was already waiting at the entrance. Seeing her car, Wen Tang was about to say goodbye to Zhou Jingyu when he beat her to it, asking: “Are you heading home now, Miss Wen?” Wen Tang remembered she’d already told him this, so why ask again? Wen Tang hummed in agreement and nodded. After confirming, Zhou Jingyu said: “Would it be possible to catch a ride with you?” A ride? Didn’t he have his own car? Zhou Jingyu saw her confusion and explained: “I drove here myself, but I’ve had some alcohol.” One shouldn’t drive after drinking. With that explanation, Wen Tang understood. They both lived in the same residential complex on the same floor. Giving him a ride was no problem—a small gesture. Besides, he’d helped her at the last banquet, and this time he’d even shown her the way. “Sure.” Wen Tang was straightforward. “Let’s head back together then.” Wen Tang got in first, with Zhou Jingyu following. After getting in the car, it slowly drove away from the club. Since Wen Tang had come to this dinner, she’d given Kexin and Yangyang the day off to go home first. So now in the car, besides the driver, there were only Wen Tang and Zhou Jingyu. Wen Tang and Zhou Jingyu had little to talk about, and she didn’t want to initiate conversation. Their connection wasn’t deep, and after a day of filming and an evening banquet, she was tired. She just wanted to do what she wanted to do. She took out her phone. It was already past 9 PM. She’d been busy all day and hadn’t contacted Gong Yue yet. So she opened the chat with Gong Yue and started typing. 【One Candy: Finally off work after a busy day~】 After sending it, “ding dong” sounded. The next second, her phone chimed, catching Wen Tang’s attention. It was Zhou Jingyu’s phone. But he didn’t seem inclined to check it. Wen Tang had no curiosity about others’ phones and turned back. Wen Tang’s attention was on her own phone, but Gong Yue was probably still busy and hadn’t replied immediately. “Miss Wen…” The man’s clear voice sounded in the car. Wen Tang turned her head. Under the car lights, Zhou Jingyu appeared even more pale and cool. Sitting alone, he commanded an undeniable presence—truly exceptional in bearing. Zhou Jingyu gave her a slight nod: “Thank you.” They both knew what he meant—for agreeing to let him ride along. To Wen Tang, this was no big deal and hardly warranted such formal thanks. Her neighbor truly had politeness ingrained in his bones. Wen Tang shook her head and said it wasn’t necessary. Then, turning her head again, she added: “You don’t need to keep calling me Miss Wen. It’s too formal.” They were neighbors who saw each other regularly. This constant “Miss Wen” back and forth sounded awkward. Zhou Jingyu asked: “Then how should I address you?” Wen Tang said casually: “Just call me Wen Tang, or Tangtang if you prefer. Whatever works.”