A Few Things That Happened While Ning Tian Was Bathing; Wu Feng: Jiang Yu and I Are Seriously Just Friends!

On the night the Top-Tier Auction ended, Jiang Yu chose to stand people up for Xu Jiujiu.

The reason is simple: in his mind, Xu Jiujiu and Ning Tian are not comparable at all.

Because the top floor of the Star Emperor Hotel only houses Shrek Academy, everyone is assigned a private room.

Ning Tian's room was located on the east side of the hotel, directly facing Star Luo Plaza. When Jiang Yu knocked on the door and entered the room, it was already dark. Through the huge window, he could just see the dazzling night view of Star Luo City.

Wu Feng opened the door. She seemed to have just taken a bath; her bathrobe was loosely draped over her body, and water droplets were still dripping from her short red hair. She was enveloped in a thick layer of moisture.

"You filthy scoundrel, what do you want by knocking on Ning Tian's door so late at night? Believe me or not, I'll give you a groin kick when you're not looking."

Although he already knew that Jiang Yu had been summoned by Ning Tian, Wu Feng was still very unhappy.

Since maturing, Ning Tian doesn't mind being close to her best friend every day, but she rarely allows her childhood friend to share a bed with her anymore. Sometimes, Ning Tian will even kick her out of the room if she tries to pretend to be oblivious and stay overnight.

Although Jiang Yu didn't receive the same treatment as her, it was already quite excessive for a boy like him to be allowed into a girl's private room, where every inch of her space was supposed to be private.

Looking down at the baring teeth and possessive Wu Feng, Jiang Yu clicked his tongue. His gaze slowly swept over the glimpse of white skin and the barely visible deep valley revealed by the collar of Wu Feng's white bathrobe, and he suddenly remembered the scene he had witnessed that day...

Wu Feng was about to continue rambling on, but suddenly, she sensed a change in Jiang Yu's gaze.

She looked up and met Jiang Yu's deep, starry eyes, which seemed to reflect a starry sky. Her eyes widened suddenly, and she quickly reached out to cover her collar.

"You fucking pervert, where are you looking?"

The door was still open, and Wu Feng, afraid that his voice would be heard by others or Ning Tian who was taking a shower, could only lower his voice and say angrily.

"What's the rush? We've seen it before..."

Jiang Yu continued to tease Wu Feng, but suddenly, another door opened in the corridor. Jiang Yu reacted quickly, grabbed Wu Feng by the waist, pulled her into the room, and then closed the door.

Less than ten meters away, Ling Luochеn glanced at them with Youyou look before closing the door again.

Her room was right next to Jiang Yu's, so she noticed the commotion when Jiang Yu out.

She initially thought Jiang Yu had something to do going out so late, but soon she noticed faint knocking and talking sounds coming from the hallway thanks to her keen senses.

She opened the door for two reasons: first, to warn Jiang Yu and the others not to be too bold; and second, because she was afraid that if Jiang Yu "blocked the door" and others saw it, it would affect their image.

However, Ling Luochеn herself did not realize that she had started to care about Jiang Yu without knowing when, and the degree of her care was quite deep and detailed.

Meanwhile, in Ning Tian's room, Wu Feng lay on Jiang Yu's chest, his waist wrapped around Jiang Yu's arm, his mind completely blank, utterly unaware of what was happening.

It wasn't until Jiang Yu's body heat seeped through the not-so-thick bathrobe onto her skin that she suddenly came to her senses. Her face flushed red as she pushed Jiang Yu away forcefully, then crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Jiang Yu with the look of shame and anger as if he were a pervert.

"Are you crazy? How dare you take advantage of me like this? Do you really think I wouldn't dare call for help? Ning Tian is taking a shower in the bathroom."

As he spoke, Wu Feng's gaze drifted towards the bathroom.

Jiang Yu's lips twitched, and he said irritably:

"Sister, I put my arm around your waist because someone opened a door in the hallway. If I hadn't come in, she would have seen you leaning against the doorway, disheveled, talking to me. Tell me, what kind of situation would that be?"

"What do you mean 'disheveled'? I'm wearing a proper bathrobe, a proper one!"

Wu Feng was furious, but he kept his voice down, as if afraid that Ning Tian would hear him.

But to Jiang Yu honest, if Wu Feng's purpose was simply to avoid arousing Ning Tian's suspicion, then deliberately speaking softly in Ning Tian's room was no different from burying one's head in the sand...

"Who told you to have such a curvy figure? You've stretched your bathrobe out like that; I don't even want to describe the visual impact."

Jiang Yu chose to tell the truth.

Wu Feng was taken aback upon hearing this, then frowned and hesitated, saying:

Are you... complimenting me?

"Isn't that obvious? I've only ever criticized your intelligence; I've never belittled your figure."

"You do have some good taste."

Wu Feng was inexplicably delighted, and even his annoyance at being taken advantage of by Jiang Yu earlier was temporarily forgotten.

After all, her relationship with Jiang Yu is far too complicated.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that the two had been intimate, but they had never gotten along well, which left this matter standing between them, making them quite embarrassed and helpless.

Seeing Wu Feng's appearance, Jiang Yu chuckled inwardly.

Women love nothing more than positive comments or compliments from men about their looks or figure; it makes them feel genuinely proud and happy.

Of course, this situation requires certain preconditions.

Putting aside whether they are acquaintances or have mutual affection, one of the two things—economics and modeling—must be present; otherwise, it's easy to be accused of being a traitor or face sanctions.

Just then, Ning Tian, also wearing a bathrobe, finally came out of the bathroom.

Seeing the strange, confrontational scene between Jiang Yu, Ning Tian, who was covered in sweat, was taken aback, then asked in confusion:

"What are you two doing?"

"Nothing much, just chatting."

Jiang Yu answered first, and at the same time got up and sat on the sofa next to him.

"Yes, yes, we were just chatting."

Wu Feng immediately followed suit, while gathering her hair, afraid that Ning Tian would notice her still-blushing neck and earlobes.

"Is it really just chatting...?"

Ning Tian asked suspiciously.

"Zun Du, Zun Du, we're best buddies, the kind of pure friendship."

Before Jiang Yu speak, Wu Feng nodded repeatedly and immediately put his arm around Jiang Yu's neck.

"Young Master, look at us, aren't we on good terms?"

Jiang Yu, whose back was forcibly bent over by Wu Feng: "..."

Ning Tian, who watched this scene unfold, was speechless.

After a moment, Ning Tian's lips twitched, and then he said helplessly:

"Xiao Tian, let go of Xiao Yu first, then sit down. We can talk about other things later."

"Oh, okay, young master, look, I've let him go."

Wu Feng obediently did as she was told. Her mind was a complete mess; she had no idea what she was doing.

Ning Tian closed his eyes, pinched the space between his eyebrows with one hand, and then sat down on the other side of the sofa...

Just as Ning Tian was about to begin interrogating Jiang Yu, several miles away in a highly private upscale restaurant, Xu Jiujiu, dressed in a long gold dress and with exquisite makeup, stared at the empty seat across from her for over half an hour. Her gloomy face was already slightly distorted with worry.

The next instant, Xu Jiujiu threw the Carving Knife in her hand onto the plate, then gritted her teeth and whispered:

"Damn bastard! I even boasted to you before, and you stood me up... You bastard, you're a complete bastard! I will never let you get away with this!"