Night.
A little after eleven.
The call from above had set the tone, so there was nothing left for the four people in the Presidential Suite to argue about.
"It's late. You two chat. Big Sister's going to take a shower—I've been sweating all day and I'm exhausted." Zhang Longjuan checked the time, then elegantly rose in her high heels with a smile and headed toward the bathroom. But as she passed Dong Xuebin, who was leaning against the sofa fiddling with the bandages on his arm, she suddenly lowered her head without warning, pinched his chin, and smilingly kissed his forehead.
Dong Xuebin froze.
Shen Xiaoyan and Shen Xiaomei were both dumbfounded.
Zhang Longjuan laughed in satisfaction and pinched Dong Xuebin's cheek. "You brat worried yourself over Big Sister's business. That's your reward, haha." Clearly, Dong Xuebin getting angry and glaring at a National Security leader for Zhang Longjuan's sake had touched her deeply.
"Uh." Dong Xuebin rubbed his forehead.
Sister Zhang's lipstick was smeared on it, sticky and greasy.
What the hell, why are you kissing my forehead for no reason?
Dong Xuebin forced himself not to blush. He knew that was just Zhang Longjuan's personality—rather... well, rather uninhibited. In America, kissing someone on the forehead was no big deal. People were more open there, and Sister Zhang had lived in America for so many years, so it was only natural.
Zhang Longjuan smiled and started walking away. "Big Sister's going to shower."
The bathroom door creaked shut, and the sound of Sister Zhang whistling came from inside. She seemed to be taking off her clothes; faintly, they could hear her kicking her high heels aside.
Dong Xuebin coughed. "You should get some rest early too."
Shen Xiaomei looked at him. "You didn't wipe all the lipstick off.