Chapter 147 — The Long-Awaited...
Years of Heartflutter · Page 366 of 501
And if she said she had stopped to rest because she was tired from walking—well, resting for over an hour seemed a bit too long. Wang Yanqiu's mind raced. She somewhat regretted having said so much to Yang Ce; had she known, she would have put on a cold, aloof air from the start.
Wang Yanqiu stretched lazily, then said with a faint blush on her face, "It just so happens I wasn't feeling well today, and after walking a lot, I sat down to rest a while."
There were many reasons a person might not feel well, but coming from a girl's mouth—and especially with her pointed emphasis on "today" and "just so happens"—there could be only one explanation: her period had come.
Yang Ce was stunned by Wang Yanqiu's words. He never would have expected her to come up with such an excuse. Instinctively he glanced toward the space between Wang Yanqiu's legs, unconsciously using his ability. Within the pale pink panties, a small dark thicket met Yang Ce's eyes, and his heart gave a sudden lurch. Liar—where was it, then? Down there it was clean and bare, with nothing padded at all. Yang Ce wasn't sure what had made him steal a look beneath Wang Yanqiu's body. Confirming whether her words were true was one reason, perhaps; the second was probably that his motives weren't entirely pure. Wang Yanqiu had a fine figure—petite, yes, but very pleasing to look at. Yang Ce lost himself for a moment, then hurriedly recovered his composure. "I see."
Because of Wang Yanqiu's words, things had turned awkward between them. Yang Ce couldn't very well call her out on it—if Wang Yanqiu then asked him how he knew, he would have no idea how to answer.
Now Wang Yanqiu had a perfectly good reason to sit here, while Yang Ce—having finished the newspaper—looked rather odd continuing to sit there. He didn't care about that, though; he casually pulled out his phone and pretended to dial a number.
"Hey, Guo Qing? It's Liu Lei. When are you getting here? I've been waiting almost half an hour. Yeah, Zhao Yanyan and the others have already gone on ahead—you're the only one missing. All right, all right, I'm still here waiting for you, just hurry up. What? Who? Ding Baosan? Never heard of him—who the hell is that guy anyway? Fine, enough, I'll hang up."
Yang Ce rattled off a stream of nonsense, which also gave him a reasonable excuse to keep staying there, making Wang Yanqiu think he was waiting for someone. To be continued.
839. On the Eve of the Assassination
839 On the Eve of the Assassination. After hanging up, Yang Ce went on sitting on the bench with an easy conscience, but Wang Yanqiu was growing a little impatient. If Yang Ce stayed here the whole time, then once the club let out, it would be hard for her to seize the chance to strike.
But this was the only bench in the area for people to rest on—there was simply nowhere else to sit. Wang Yanqiu couldn't very well drive Yang Ce away.
With no other choice, she could only take things one step at a time.
Fortunately, it wasn't long before the security guards stationed at the club entrance suddenly bustled into activity, and right after that a group of people came out of the club and headed for the parking lot beside it.
These people were mostly directors of the major casinos, and they had all come in their own cars, so even though they would be dining together shortly, each drove his own vehicle and they would regroup at the dinner venue.
Wang Yanqiu glanced sidelong at Yang Ce beside her. It was time—she had to move. If the restaurant was also guarded like this club, with outsiders kept out, then she would have no chance to strike at all.