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It was almost 10 p.m. when the dinner party ended.

Tian Jun drank to his heart's content, and his steps became lighter.

I chatted with Zhang Yifan about building cars for a while at the lobby entrance, until finally the driver, Lao Zhou, quietly reminded him that it was getting late.

Tian Jun then patted Zhang Yifan on the shoulder, as if he hadn't said enough, and said they would talk in detail tomorrow before getting into his car.

The executives of the rice company dispersed, and Lao Zhou drove Zhang Yifan and Shen Zhiyi towards the hotel.

The car hadn't gone far when Zhang Yifan's phone rang.

Tian Jun sent a WeChat message saying that all the rooms had been arranged and that he could contact Lao Zhou directly if he needed anything.

Zhang Yifan replied "Thank you, Mr. Tian," put his phone back in his pocket, leaned back in his seat, and looked out the window at the night view of Beijing.

Shen Zhiyi sat next to him, also looking out the window. Neither of them spoke, and the only sound in the carriage was the navigation system's notification tone.

Upon arriving at the hotel, Lao Zhou went to the front desk to get the room key. When he turned around and handed it to Zhang Yifan, the expression on his face was somewhat subtle.

"Mr. Zhang, this is your room key. Mr. Tian arranged for you to stay in the best suite beforehand."

Zhang Yifan took the room key and glanced down at it.

There's only one!

"Just one?!"

Old Zhou rubbed his hands together, his tone tinged with embarrassment:

"Recently, there have been a lot of exhibitions in Beijing, and all the hotels in this area are fully booked."

This suite was only available after Mr. Tian went through several connections; there was simply no way to book a second one.

Mr. Tian said...you two are a couple, so sharing a room shouldn't be a problem?"

Shen Zhiyi's ears turned red at a visible speed.

She subconsciously took half a step back, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something but didn't know what to say.

Zhang Yifan coughed lightly, put the room key in his pocket, and maintained a calm and composed demeanor.

"Okay, thank you for your trouble, Uncle Zhou. Go back and get some rest."

Old Zhou nodded with a sigh of relief, turned around and strode out of the hotel lobby.

The two stood in the elevator, neither of them speaking.

The numbers in the elevator jumped up one by one, and Shen Zhiyi stared at them as if she were studying some profound mathematical problem.

Zhang Yifan had his hands in his pockets, staring straight ahead, his expression as calm as if he were about to attend an ordinary meeting.

The elevator doors opened with a ding, and the two walked to the door one after the other. Zhang Yifan swiped his card and pushed the door open.

The room is very large. The entrance leads to the living room, next to which is the bedroom, and in the middle of the bedroom is a large bed that is two meters wide.

The blankets on the bed were neatly made, and there were two roses on the pillow.

Shen Zhiyi stood in the entryway, looking at the bed, her expression incredibly interesting.

Zhang Yifan broke the silence first: "This room is quite big."

Shen Zhiyi hummed in agreement, walked to the single chair by the window and sat down, placing her hands on her knees, her posture as upright as a primary school student in class.

Zhang Yifan sat down on the sofa, about half a living room away from her.

The two of them sat there for a while, neither knowing what to say.

Zhang Yifan started talking about the new car that Da Mi was going to build, and Shen Zhiyi chimed in, saying she wondered what the sedan would look like when it was finally made.

The topics kept popping up, but both of them knew perfectly well that they were actually avoiding the same question.

The air conditioner was humming, causing the curtains to sway gently.

Shen Zhiyi had been sitting in the armchair for a while, and her body was starting to ache. She stood up and walked to the sofa, wanting to lean on the armrest.

She was about half an arm's length away from him.

Their eyes met between the two men's arms, then looked away simultaneously.

The air suddenly felt thicker, as if it could be drawn into strands.

Zhang Yifan stood up to get a bottle of mineral water, and when he handed it to her, his fingertips accidentally touched her fingers.

The two of them simultaneously pulled their hands back, and the plastic bottle almost fell to the ground.

Zhang Yifan handed the bottle back to her. She took it, unscrewed the cap, took a small sip, and said thank you, her voice several octaves softer than usual.

They stopped trying to find topics to talk about.

The silence made everything around us exceptionally clear.

The hum of the air conditioner, the occasional car headlights sweeping across the curtains, casting a brief shadow, and the ever-shrinking distance between the two people.

They didn't know when, but the two of them were sitting side by side on the edge of the bed, so close that they could see the outline of each other's eyebrows and eyes in the moonlight that shone through.

Shen Zhiyi's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Zhang Yifan slowly raised his hand, his fingertips about to touch her cheek.

Just when the arrow was about to be released!

"Danger! Danger! Danger! Danger! Danger!!! It's been so long..."

The shrill ringtone of the cell phone suddenly went off.

It wasn't an ordinary ringtone; it was one that Shen Zhiyi had specially set for Shen Chuan.

Shen Zhiyi felt as if she had been electrocuted, and she jumped back abruptly. She grabbed her phone in a panic, took two deep breaths, and then pressed the answer button.

"Hello, Dad."

"Yiyi, where are you?" Shen Chuan's voice came through the receiver, exceptionally clear in the quiet room. "I heard from your mother that you went to Beijing early? The school dorms aren't open yet, are they? Where are you staying now? A hotel?"

"Dad, I'm so old, why do you need to worry about me staying in a hotel?"

"Who do you live with? Is it Zhang Yifan?"

Shen Zhiyi's pupils suddenly contracted.

She glanced at Zhang Yifan quickly and said, "No! I have a room by myself."

"Really not?"

"Really not!" Shen Zhiyi said this with a hint of bluff.

She never imagined that one day she would lie to her father.

Shen Chuan was silent for a moment on the other end of the phone, then gave a series of earnest instructions.

From remembering to lock the door at night to being careful when going out, the speaker emphasized, "Don't give anyone an opportunity to take advantage of you."

Zhang Yifan sat beside him, his back pressed tightly against the headboard, barely daring to breathe.

Shen Zhiyi finally hung up the phone and placed it face down on the bed.

The room was silent for several seconds.

The ambiguous and heated atmosphere from before had been completely washed away by this phone call from my future father-in-law, leaving only a lingering sense of guilt in the room.

She didn't dare look at Zhang Yifan.

She sat on the edge of the bed, buried her face in her hands, and squeezed out a sentence through her fingers: "Weren't we almost... just now?"

"No, we are rational and know our limits."

"I believe it..."

The two fell silent again.

Zhang Yifan offered, "I'll sleep on the sofa, you sleep on the bed."

Shen Zhiyi nodded, hugged the blanket, and shrank to one side of the bed, wrapping herself up like a silkworm cocoon.

Zhang Yifan took a spare quilt from the closet and spread it on the sofa.

After lying down, I realized that although the sofa looked quite long, a section of my legs was hanging off the sofa.

He didn't complain, he just curled his legs up a little.

After the lights were turned off, the room was quiet for a while.

Then Shen Zhiyi's voice drifted softly from the darkness: "Once my dad calms down, I'll definitely have a good talk with him."

"Survival is the most important thing..."

Zhang Yifan chuckled and pulled the blanket up a little higher.

He silently reviewed the whole incident in his mind.

With Tian Jun's connections and financial resources, booking an extra room would be a piece of cake.

It's obvious they deliberately set a trap.

Tian Jun, you truly are a top-tier sixth man in the assist world, specializing in digging pits for your own teammates.

He cursed silently in his heart, then closed his eyes.

I probably won't cross the line again tonight.

As for tomorrow... he dared not think about it anymore.