Ye Huanyan only felt that her body was as heavy as a lead weight. After her dress was soaked, the weight increased and she kept sinking. She couldn't use any of her swimming skills. In her panic, she had already gulped down several mouthfuls of water.
She heard screams and shouts. Her body seemed to have been pushed by someone under the water. Her toes touched the bottom of the pool. After struggling a few times, she staggered to stand firm.
The pool wasn't deep. The water level only reached Ye Huanyan's waist. As soon as she stood firm, she heard a lot of noise.
There was laughter and discussion. She wiped her face and forced herself to open her eyes.
There were many people standing by the pool. They were looking at her with different expressions. Like monkeys in a zoo, they gave out sympathetic, shocked, erotic, or shy gazes.
She followed those people's gazes and lowered her head. The white dress clung to her body and was soaked in water. The two symmetrical flesh-colored breast pads on her left and right were very obvious. In an instant, there was a roar in her head.
She suddenly covered her chest and squatted in the water. Her eyebrows drooped, and she bit her lips tightly. She did not dare to raise her head, but the constant laughter and discussions entered her head from the corner of her eyes. It was as if she had stepped into a minefield, and all kinds of explosions kept happening.
Until her ears couldn't hear anything. There was only a buzzing sound left.
"Isn't that Secretary Ye?"
"How did she fall in such a big place?"
"What do you mean fall in? She's wearing this kind of dress by the pool. She did it on purpose, right?"
It was unknown who whistled. Those men who hadn't reacted before seemed to release their natural instincts. They followed along and laughed. Some people even threw balloons into the pool. Some people even directly jumped into the water and swam past Ye Huanyan.
However, no one wanted to help her.
Those ambiguous gazes, those mocking and ridiculing faces, those adding insult to injury, pushed the atmosphere of the pool party to a climax.
She squatted in the water and slowly walked to the edge. The heavy dress made it difficult for her to take a step. She even felt that the dress was so heavy that it was about to fall from her chest. She had to free one hand to hold the dress.
She gritted her teeth, refusing to let her tears fall.
However, when she reached the shore, those people were still looking at her. The white gauze on her body was no different from being naked. She gritted her teeth and her eyes reddened. When she looked up, she saw a familiar figure standing in the corner.
Ling Han's eyes swept over her as if he didn't see her. He took the wine glass from Sheng Anran's hand and smiled.
She turned her head with a pained look in her eyes. For a moment, she even thought that if the pool was deep enough, it would be good to drown here.
"Miss …"
The hotel waiter hurried over, squatted by the pool, and extended his hand to her. He handed her a black suit jacket and said a bunch of English, but she didn't understand at all.
At this moment, the jacket was her last hope. She hugged the jacket and put it on in the water. She did her best to fasten every button and then climbed out of the water with the help of the waiter.
He was in an extremely sorry state.
Standing by the pool, the large men's suit was like a broken sack on her body. A pair of slender legs were clinging to the white gauze, which was faintly discernible and seductive. The sound of whistling became more and more jubilant.
She grabbed the hem of the jacket and lifted the wet skirt. She gritted her teeth and glanced at the corner, but she didn't get any response.
The noise around her seemed to have nothing to do with her.
Whether it was the laughter, the whistling, or the manic sound of someone suddenly turning on the sound system, they were all like the liveliness of another parallel world, gradually drifting away from her.
She couldn't avoid the party that was reaching its climax. She ran back to the hotel barefoot with her last strength.
As soon as she returned to the room, she closed the door and burst into tears.
In his eyes, she was just a woman who could be played with.
So even if she was in such a mess, it was not a big deal in his eyes.
In the corner of the party, Sheng Anran retracted his gaze from the direction where Ye Huanyan had just disappeared and said jokingly, "Secretary Ye's figure is really good. Thanks to her, this party is much livelier now."
As soon as his voice fell, he looked up and met Ling Han's cold eyes. He held a wine glass and stared at the male artists who took the lead in whistling. He raised his head and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.
Her eyes were slightly sluggish, and her chest tightened for no reason.
Ling Han looked at her with an indifference that had never been seen before.
"It was your people who pushed Secretary Ye into the water, right?"
Her face suddenly froze. She secretly pinched her thigh and forced herself to make a puzzled expression. She frowned and said,
"… Who … Who pushed Secretary Ye into the water?"
Ling Han sneered,
"Your way of doing things is too low. I don't care about those people in the past, but don't go too far with the people around me. She is my secretary. You humiliated her like this, are you planning to slap my face?"
"Han … That's not what I meant."
"Today's party is boring. I'll go back first. You can continue to play."
He put down the wine glass, glanced at her, and left resolutely.
Sheng Anran's eyes froze, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.
In the past, he could turn a blind eye to so many things. Why couldn't Ye Huanyan?
Or was it that Ling Han really treated Ye Huanyan differently?
A trace of viciousness flashed in her eyes. Ye Huanyan had to be on guard against this.
When he walked to the door of Ye Huanyan's room, the waiter was still waiting at the door. When he saw Ling Han, he stood aside respectfully. "Mr. Ling, according to your instructions, I sent Miss Ye back. No one came to look for her. Can we go now?"
Ling Han was about to nod when he suddenly thought of something and glanced at the closed door.
"Before you leave, ask her to open the door. Tell her that you have something to do with her."
The waiter was slightly stunned, but he didn't ask. He knocked on the door as instructed.
The sleeve of the suit was exposed through the crack of the door. Ye Huanyan's hand was hidden in the sleeve. At this time, she was holding the door frame through the sleeve of the suit. She stared at the waiter through the crack of the door. The tears on her face hadn't dried yet. Her voice was a little choked, and her poor English was even more grammatical at the moment.
"I'll wash the suit and return it to you. Leave me your number."
"Who do you want to return it to?"
At the moment Ye Huanyan closed the door, his knee pressed against the door panel.
The waiter looked at the strange posture of the two people, suddenly lowered his head, and tactfully turned around to leave.
"Open the door before I speak properly."
One of Ye Huanyan's eyes was exposed through the crack of the door.
"President Ling, I'm not feeling well now. Please let me rest first."
"What? Do you feel that you just showed off your skills at the party, and now you want to be alone in the room to reflect on the admiring eyes of those men? "
He suddenly exerted his strength, and there was a muffled groan in the room.
Ling Han pushed the door open and then closed it. His gaze was slightly lowered.
On the carpet, the white dress was wet and bunched up. The woman was lying on the ground, and the black suit on her shoulders was scattered under her body. Her exquisite curves were faintly discernible under a layer of white gauze. There was an irresistible sexiness in her purity.
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