Chapter 91: From now on
Su Can had dreamed of this more than once, imagining scenes like it in both his previous life and this one. A man's mind inevitably wandered sometimes. Ordinary nobodies always hoped a romantic encounter might fall into their laps one day, though that was often as absurd as walking down the street and having a great stack of money suddenly land before them.
A more plausible thing to fall on your head while walking down the street was a flowerpot. And the woman you chatted up at a bar, the conquest seemingly within reach, might throw up all over you the very next moment. Those extraordinarily seductive women you saw in luxurious hotels might all climb into expensive cars and disappear, becoming the exclusive playthings of powerful men who could make the ground shake with a gesture.
So Su Can had never imagined that here, now, outside the restrooms on the twenty-first floor of the Jin Mao Hyatt Grand Hotel, a delicate, fair hand would press against his chest and push him backward through the plain, dark swinging door marked with a pipe.
All the way in, he caught the lovely fragrance of the woman in the black dress responsible for this. What perfume was it-Chanel No. 5, or an oriental floral by Lancôme? Su Can knew little about these aristocratic luxuries. And for all the years his soul had lived, this was the first time a woman, a mouthwateringly beautiful woman at that, had pushed him backward into a restroom.
Song Zhen regretted it the moment she moved. She had actually had two choices. The first was to stuff Su Can into the restroom while she stayed outside. The second was to push him inside, then return to the ladies' room and calmly wait