Gold Medal Sweetheart

Amid the applause from the audience, Jin Taize was very calm and did not seem surprised, but the confidence on his face showed that he seemed to have expected the result.

"You two really worked together very well. Now, please go to the stage to receive your prizes. The prizes are Miss Tang's favorite chocolate cake and a 100-yuan cake voucher," the host said. "I also hope that you will pay attention to more products in our store in the future."

Tang Xin and Jin Taize left the stage under the host's watchful eyes and went to the audience, where they were taken aside by someone who claimed to be a staff member.

The staff took them to the back of the stage, took out a notebook, and said, "Please leave your contact information so we can register."

Jin Taize frowned slightly, seeming a little impatient, but he quickly suppressed such emotions so that Tang Xin didn't notice it at all.

Tang Xin took the pen handed to her by the staff and wrote down her name and phone number without hesitation.

After finishing, he handed the pen to Jin Taize, motioning him to continue. Jin Taize didn't even look at the notebook and said calmly, "You help me write."

Jin Taize acted as if it was none of his business, but he stared at the phone Tang Xin took out without blinking.

Tang Xin lightly touched the screen to unlock the password and clicked on the call log in the phone column. However, she usually communicated with Jin Taize through WeChat, so her mobile phone number was rarely used. Looking at the bunch of unsigned fours, fives, sixes, and sevens in the call log, she didn't know which one was his.

The girl's frowning hesitation made Jin Taize's expression, standing nearby, shift from calm to solemn. Faintly sensing the hostile aura of the tall man beside her, she looked up. Jin Taize's eyes were clouded. Uh, was he angry about something?

Perhaps Jin Taize's unfriendly attitude had infected the staff, but he hesitantly interrupted, "We're also having an opening event today. Please leave your contact information so we can recommend you any future events."

Jin Taize didn't want to listen to the staff's explanation. Before Tang Xin could find it, he grabbed her slender wrist with his powerful hand and dragged her away, leaving behind the staff's voice: "You haven't picked up your gift yet."

Tang Xin was stunned at first, but then she realized, "Hey, what are you doing?" She hadn't even claimed her prize yet. Although she didn't want to go with Jin Taize, they weren't on the same level, so she let Jin Taize hold her wrist, leaving her with no real say.

This situation makes people feel helpless, as if a dog owner is walking his dog but is unwilling to go home.

Jin Taize dragged Tang Xin to a secluded safe passage and pushed her away. Before she could subconsciously walk towards the crowded place, Jin Taize put his arm against the wall to block her way, and his entire figure loomed over her.

"What are you doing? Why are you so angry?" Tang Xin said unhappily.

Jin Taize tilted his head, slid his tongue across his upper lip, and smiled a little self-deprecatingly with an expression of disbelief. His voice came out of his throat through the air, "What's the matter with the phone number?"

The first time they met, he asked her in the elevator to save his number, but she said her phone was dead and she'd go back to save it. Later, when he deliberately asked her to take him home after he'd been drinking, she still didn't know who he was when she called him, even though she clearly hadn't saved his number. A month later, he was still a string of five, six, seven, or eight numbers in her phone book, and she couldn't place them. How little she took him seriously?

I've never been ignored like this before in my life. Is this girl just playing with me? He laughed at himself, "Hey, Jin Taize, it's your turn to be played with by a woman."

This was indeed her mistake. Feeling guilty, she immediately lost her temper and timidly whispered, "I forgot to save it."

"Did you really forget?" Jin Taize lowered his brows and peered into her eyes. He looked as if he saw through her, and his voice was filled with suppressed irritation.

Normally, Young Master Jin is a person who doesn't care about anything. His cynical attitude seems as if nothing can affect him. This is the first time Tang Xin has seen him get so angry. Tang Xin lowered his head dejectedly.

But she continued to try to explain, her voice hesitant, "Yushan said that I could only pretend to be her for two weeks at most, and then you would dump me, so I felt like there was no point in saving her--" Tang Xin looked up and met Jin Taize's sharp, shining gaze, "Must--", feeling guilty, she didn't dare to continue.

Even though he knew the real reason why Tang Xin didn't save her number, Jin Taize still felt uncomfortable when he heard her say it so bluntly. "I'm so sorry, I couldn't do what you wished." Jin Taize raised the corner of his mouth wildly, his tone full of sarcasm.

"I'm sorry, don't be angry," Tang Xin said with an apologetic smile, patting Jin Taize's arm that was blocking her cheek. "I'll save your number right away. Hehe."

Jin Taize frowned and looked at the mobile phone that Tang Xin took out. He looked up helplessly with a sigh and put down his arm.

"I'm angry, but you dragged me to such a remote place. I thought you were going to kill me to silence me." Tang Xin said casually, tapping her phone.

"That won't happen. At most—" Jin Taize paused.

Tang Xin searched for the number in the call log based on her memory. She glanced up at Jin Taize seemingly unintentionally, "At most what?"

Jin Taize took a step forward with his long legs and leaned over. The warm masculine aura of a man wafted over him. He leaned down and lowered his voice: "Execute him on the spot." He moved the corners of his lips in a wanton manner.

Tang Xin's fingers froze. What was his number?