Quick Wear: The fishing beauty counterattacks and rises to the top

The next day.

Wen Shiyun woke up groggily, rubbing her aching head.

The curtains in the room were half translucent, and strands of light were cast on the bed.

There was no one on the bed except her. She squinted her eyes, still a little confused. After confirming that there was no one there, she began to look at her body casually. The clothes were still the same ones she wore last night. Her body was clean and there was no trace of anything.

This male protagonist is quite patient.

Although her consciousness was affected by the drug in the wine last night and her memory was fuzzy, she still remembered the feeling of being lifted into the air by Song Liren, as well as the touch of the man's firm muscles, whose temperature was even higher than hers when she was drunk.

If something really happens, it won't be a loss. At most, it will turn into a scenario where the wife runs away with the baby or the domineering boss forces love on her.

What a pity, where are those eight-pack abs?

A few light knocks on the door interrupted her thoughts, and a man's deep voice came from outside the door, "Awake?"

She lowered her head to check her clothes before she responded, "Awake."

Song Liren pushed the door open and came in. Unlike last night, he was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses that covered his somewhat wild and unruly eyes, making him look more restrained and refined.

The light filtering through the curtains covered his well-defined facial features. His dark brown eyes beneath his thick eyebrows were not clearly visible due to the glasses, but she could clearly feel the man's gaze on her face.

Wen Shiyun's slender white fingers grasped the quilt nervously, her face was stained with a few obvious blushes, and her curled eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, carefully hiding the thoughts in her eyes under the shadow of her eyelashes.

She said softly, "Thank you for saving me at the bar last night."

"You're quite brave, drinking alone in a bar?" His expression was indifferent, and his words were not polite at all. "Or do you think someone will always save you?"

"I'm sorry, I was originally with a friend, but she had something else to do later..."

The subsequent explanations seemed like a cover-up. Wen Shiyun felt a little insecure. Under the man's gaze, she spoke more and more quietly, and her little hands unconsciously crumpled the quilt in her hands into a ball.

"Since you're awake, I'll be leaving first. I've had someone prepare a change of clothes. They're on the sofa in the living room. You can change into them when you leave."

Song Liren looked down at his phone, adjusted his glasses, and said calmly, "Have a good rest."

The last sentence had a softer tone, perhaps without him even noticing it.

Seeing that he was about to turn around and leave, Wen Shiyun hurried forward and didn't even have time to put on her shoes. Her bare feet only had time to grab the man's shirt sleeve.

"and many more!"

Her hair, just woken up, was still scattered on her chest. The fine hair made her face look even smaller. Her almond eyes were clear and transparent, and there was a bit of unconscious attachment.

"Okay, can you give me your phone number? I'd like to treat you to a meal, to thank you."

"Although I was drunk last night, I still remember that it was you who saved me. Thank you."

The woman's voice was soft, and he could clearly feel the strength of her small hand gripping his sleeve. He could have easily broken free with a little effort, but he chose to stop and listen to what she said.

"My name is Wen Shiyun. What's your name?"

She looked up to meet his brown eyes behind his glasses, serious and sincere.

"Song Liren."

After a moment of silence, he took her phone and entered his number, "My private number." Then he handed it back to her, looking at her with his deep eyes, with just the right amount of curiosity and interest hidden behind his gold-rimmed glasses.

Wen Shiyun's face flushed under his gaze. She looked away a little uncomfortably and let the man look at her.

Just then his cell phone rang.

Wen Shiyun glanced at his phone screen.

【Xu Yuanming】

She saw him last night too.

I had some guesses about what he was going to say to Song Liren next, but I was not panicked.

"how?"

He didn't shy away and went to the side to answer the phone. He was calm and composed, looking like two different people from the aggressive him last night. While answering the phone, he brushed aside her messy hair that was just waking up.

Wen Shiyun's eyebrows were curved like crescent moons. She stood there gently and obediently waiting for him to call. The two canine teeth at the corners of her mouth added a bit of innocence.

"I heard that you didn't go home all night. Were you with that woman from last night?"

In the past, Xu Yuanming was always sensible about topics between brothers, and he also knew that Song Liren didn't like others interfering or asking too many questions about what he did. He was the absolute controller.

But this time he couldn't explain why. An unknown impulse in his heart had been churning in his chest for a whole day, and he still asked this question.

"Any objections? I can't be with whoever I want?" Song Liren's brown eyes flashed with displeasure. "Yuan Ming, you wouldn't ask so many questions before."

The implication is that he has crossed the line.

He didn't like his friends to be so nosy in the first place, not to mention...

"But she is..." Xu Yuanming paused, then walked to the other side and said, "Listen to me, she is not worthy of you."

"She's the woman I asked you to analyze before, the one I've been pursuing for four years. She's just a money-worshiping woman with no bottom line. If you want to date her, I can..."

"Didn't you say before that she—"

Before he could finish, Song Liren stroked her hair carelessly and interrupted her.

"Okay, whether you are worthy or not is not up to you alone to decide. I know the answer to this matter, so I won't say anything more for now."

He hung up the phone and met Wen Shiyun's black and white eyes.

No one would think that a person with these eyes was a greedy and materialistic person with no bottom line. He even felt that his previous judgment based on what Xu Yuanming said was wrong.

How could someone with such clear eyes...

There was no trace of the desire in his eyes that was prevalent among all kinds of people in the business world and the world of wine and women.

Xu Yuanming had liked her before, so how could he fall in love with the woman he brought over last night?

Will he not regret it later?

Song Liren's eyes dimmed slightly. "Are you going somewhere soon? I'll take you there."

Wen Shiyun looked up at him in surprise, "Are you still willing to send me off?"

The emotions on her face could be seen at a glance. She did not try to hide the fact that she heard the voice on the phone, nor did she refute it in a hurry to clear her name. Only her lips, which were bitten white, revealed her inner anxiety and restlessness.

"Did you hear everything?" The man raised his eyebrows slightly.

She lowered her head somewhat dejectedly, then nodded softly, like a chick pecking at rice, with no intention of defending herself.

"Is that true?"

Without even thinking, and without even needing time to react, she shook her head vigorously like a rattle, biting her lips tightly, not making a sound, suppressing all her emotions and grievances deep in her heart.

Song Liren's big hand passed through her waist, and with a strong grip, he held her in his arms.

"If it's not true and you refuse to explain, aren't you just waiting to be misunderstood?"

"No, I'm not refusing." Wen Shiyun's lips, which had turned pale from biting, parted slightly. "I've tried, but no one wants to listen. Everyone is only willing to accept the facts they have preconceived, and no matter how many times I explain, they won't listen."

"So I won't explain."

She placed her hands on the man's chest, her clear almond-shaped eyes filled with mist, and in the mist there was a clear sign of grievance, her little mouth drooping.