Chapter 133: It’s Best Not to Guess the Thoughts of a Divorced, Lonely CEO
There was more than one route from the Qingyang Grand Hotel to Jiang Su’s apartment, but Huo Qingyan had taken the most direct one.
The hotel driver had no reason to take a detour, and with a drunk Jiang Su in the car, he wouldn’t have been driving very fast.
The hotel’s cars were all marked. Even if the driver had been quick, Huo Qingyan, following right behind, should have at least passed the driver on his way back.
That meant there was only one possibility.
The driver hadn’t taken Jiang Su home at all.
Huo Qingyan’s face was grim as he called the hotel.
Before the lobby manager picked up, someone had already told him that Huo Qingyan’s tone was not good.
He answered the phone with a sense of dread. “President Huo?”
“Where did you have your people take Jiang Su?” Huo Qingyan’s tone was as steady as ever, but the lobby manager could still feel a chilling coldness.
He shivered, not daring to breathe too loudly, and said cautiously, “We took him to his home, Mr. Jiang’s home. Mr. Jiang himself said he lives at Cloud Top Mansion…”
Huo Qingyan suddenly cut him off. “Where did he say he lives?”
The lobby manager repeated, “Cloud Top Mansion.”
After Huo Qingyan had been on the show, the lobby manager had seen the trending topic about their ten-year history and knew about the connection between him and Jiang Su.
He had assumed President Huo would certainly know where Jiang Su lived.
But now, President Huo’s tone was clearly off.
Could it be that Mr. Jiang didn’t live at Cloud Top Mansion?
Thinking about it, it was possible Mr. Jiang had misremembered the address; after all, he had seemed quite drunk.
If anything happened to Mr. Jiang, he wouldn’t be able to bear the responsibility.
At this thought, the lobby manager broke out in a cold sweat.
President Huo on the other end of the line was silent for a while, lost in thought, before he finally spoke again. “I understand. Give me the driver’s phone number.”
…
Cloud Top Mansion.
The car stopped in front of a villa.
“Mr. Jiang, we’re here,” the driver said, turning to remind Jiang Su.
Jiang Su sat up, dazed. “We’re here…”
He reached for the door handle, but his vision was blurry, and he fumbled several times without finding it.
The driver quickly got out and opened the door for him. “Mr. Jiang, let me help you inside…”
“No need.” Jiang Su waved his hand and got out of the car on his own.
He gave a heavy nod of thanks. “Thank you for bringing me back. You should go home and rest. I’m going home to sleep, goodbye!”
His words were drawn out, his speech several times slower than usual.
“Are you sure you’ll be okay on your own?” The driver couldn’t help but chuckle. This Young Master Jiang was quite amusing when drunk.
Jiang Su waved his hand grandly, trying to look imposing. “A man! Cannot say! He! Can’t do it!”
The driver: “…”
Jiang Su then proceeded to demonstrate walking in a straight line for the driver.
Just as the driver saw Jiang Su enter the main gate, his phone rang.
It was an unfamiliar number.
“Hello? You are… President Huo?” The driver’s expression changed instantly when he learned the person on the other end was Huo Qingyan.
“Yes, I’ve already dropped Mr. Jiang off at Cloud Top Mansion. He’s already gone inside…”
…
Jiang Su stood in front of the door, leaning down to press his entire face close to the lock.
He extended a single finger and poked at the keypad, one number at a time, as if the keys were scalding hot.
Finally, the beep indicating the correct password sounded.
Jiang Su opened the door and entered, habitually turning on the lights.
He placed a hand on the shoe cabinet in the entryway to steady himself as he prepared to change his shoes, but then he sensed something was wrong.
He held his hand up to his face, examining it carefully, and after a long moment, confirmed that he had indeed touched a thick layer of dust.
He frowned, murmuring with some disgust, “So much dust…”
So dirty…
He’d have to call the cleaning lady tomorrow.
He was so sleepy…
But he still had to change his shoes.
When Jiang Su went upstairs, he barely looked where he was going, finding his way to the bedroom with his eyes closed.
He walked to the bed, kicked off his slippers, and flopped onto the mattress, inching his way under the covers.
There was a long-lost, familiar scent in the bedding.
Jiang Su sniffed it subconsciously and then fell into a deep sleep.
An unknown amount of time later, a Rolls-Royce pulled up in front of the villa.
Huo Qingyan got out of the car and ran toward the house.
The midsummer weather was hot, and even at night, any movement would bring on a sweat.
By the time Huo Qingyan reached the door, beads of sweat were already forming on his forehead.
The door was ajar, not fully locked.
Huo Qingyan paused for a moment before pushing it open.
Everything in the house was as it had been.
After his divorce from Jiang Su, he had stayed in this villa for a few days, but the place had been decorated by Jiang Su with great care, and traces of him were everywhere.
He couldn’t stand to live there anymore and had moved into the Qingyang Grand Hotel for a long-term stay.
The house hadn’t been cleaned in a long time and was covered in a layer of dust.
The slippers were scattered all over the entryway, with two mismatched ones.
The other two, he figured, must have been worn upstairs by Jiang Su.
On the dusty shoe cabinet next to them, there was a clear handprint.
Upon seeing this handprint, Huo Qingyan couldn’t help but smile.
Jiang Su was a neat freak. He could just imagine the displeased frown on Jiang Su’s face when he got his hand covered in dust.
But as he smiled, the grin faded from his lips.
He took out his phone and sent a WeChat message to Zhou Fu: “Help me contact a housekeeping service to clean the house at Cloud Top Mansion tomorrow.”
Zhou Fu was puzzled when he saw the message. President Huo hadn’t lived at Cloud Top Mansion for over half a year, yet he was suddenly asking him to find someone to clean the house in the middle of the night…
Forget it, he thought. It’s best not to guess the thoughts of a divorced, lonely CEO.
Zhou Fu simply replied with two words: “Okay.”
Huo Qingyan silently changed into a pair of slippers.
He went upstairs…
The bedroom door was wide open. The lights were off, and the room was pitch black.
The air conditioning was also off, and the air was hot and stuffy.
Huo Qingyan walked in quietly. Having lived in the house for two years, he could easily find the switch for the bedside lamp even without turning on the main lights.
As the warm light flickered on, the person on the bed came into clear view.
The moment he saw Jiang Su, Huo Qingyan could feel something in his heart swelling to the point of overflowing.
It had been winter when they divorced, and the bed was still fitted with a winter quilt. It was probably too hot, as Jiang Su had kicked the quilt into a crumpled heap at the foot of the bed.
He was sleeping restlessly, his forehead damp with sweat, his face flushed, and his brow slightly furrowed.
Huo Qingyan hurriedly turned to find the remote control.
After adjusting the air conditioner’s temperature, he turned back, only to meet a pair of clear, bright eyes.
Huo Qingyan froze on the spot, a chill running down his arms and legs.
He knew that Jiang Su must have been extremely drunk to have forgotten about the divorce and subconsciously returned here.
A sober Jiang Su wouldn’t want anything to do with him.
He hadn’t expected Jiang Su to wake up so quickly.
Huo Qingyan stood there, flustered, under Jiang Su’s gaze, his helplessness written all over his face.
However, none of the things he had anticipated happened.
Jiang Su simply spoke slowly, in a low voice, “I want to drink some water.”
Recommended Reads
