Chapter 44

Chapter 44

At this time, he definitely couldn’t be at home resting.

He Wei guessed: 【At a social engagement?】

Yan Huai: 【Mm.】

The conversation was too proper, and He Wei actually felt something was a little strange.

The club had complete facilities—singing, dancing, and even fitness.

The director over there had already started organizing everyone to pick songs.

He Wei sat in a corner. Only when someone called her did she go over and casually pick a few songs.

The original owner of the body didn’t come to places like this often. KTVs and clubs were only something she would visit when going out with friends or relatives—and the original owner only had one grandmother as family, and almost no friends. She only occasionally came during class gatherings.

He Wei was also rarely here… because she sang out of tune.

She always had self-awareness, so even when she came, she rarely chose to sing.

But this time, changing bodies had one advantage—she had inherited the original owner’s good voice.

The original owner could sing very well.

The songs He Wei picked were all classic love songs, and even though they were shuffled, her turns were placed relatively late.

While waiting, she occasionally checked the time between listening to others sing.

Two minutes passed, and Yan Huai didn’t send another message.

He Wei couldn’t help herself and asked again: 【Did you drink?】

A few seconds later, the other side replied with a “Mm.”

Just as He Wei was about to send another message, he immediately sent a voice message.

She rummaged through her bag—she hadn’t brought her earphones.

The private room was noisy, so He Wei was worried she wouldn’t hear clearly. She gestured to the director, got up, and walked out of the room.

The corridor was wide and brightly lit, the light reflecting off white ceramic tiles in all directions, making the glare slightly harsh.

He Wei shielded her eyes and walked forward a few steps, then tapped open the voice message.

The voice message was less than ten seconds.

At the start, there was one second of silence. After that second, faint female voices began to be heard.

He Wei frowned.

As she continued listening, the female voice gradually grew louder—sharp and thin, not speaking normally, but sounding like she was gasping or crying out.

“……”

He Wei suddenly had a bad feeling.

And indeed, the next second, the woman in the voice message spoke:

“Sl- slower… you’re amazing…”

He Wei: “……”

People and staff were passing through the corridor from time to time. Embarrassed, she didn’t dare continue listening and quickly cut off the voice message.

Of course, she knew exactly what the woman inside was doing.

So… was Yan Huai watching a video right now, or was he actually at the scene?

He Wei subconsciously didn’t even consider the possibility that Yan Huai was the one doing something like that with someone else.

On one hand, she still somewhat trusted him. On the other hand, if He Wei had actually been cheated on, that upgraded silly white system should have already reminded her.

He Wei decided not to deal with him anymore.

She put her phone away and was originally going to return to the private room, but after walking a few steps, she thought she might as well use the chance to go to the restroom.

He Wei had a poor sense of direction and wasn’t very familiar with the layout, so after asking a staff member and memorizing “left, left, right, right,” she headed toward the restroom.

Maybe because it was a weekday, there weren’t many people in the club, and even the restroom felt quiet and empty.

The women’s restroom was mostly vacant.

He Wei quickly came out, turned on the tap in the public area, and just as she placed her hands under the water, someone came out of the adjacent restroom.

He Wei lifted her eyes slightly.

That person happened to glance over as well. He was tall, and because he had been drinking, his eyes weren’t completely clear, but he was still conscious. When he saw her, the corner of his eye lifted slightly.

Then the man walked over and stood at the sink next to hers, but reached out to test the temperature of her water instead.

He asked, “Who did you come here with?”

Since it was a public place, He Wei subconsciously pulled her hand back a little and lowered her voice honestly, “The film crew.”

Her water was cold.

Yan Huai adjusted it slightly warmer, then lifted his gaze to look at the person in the mirror.

He Wei’s eyelashes were lowered, her hair tied up at the back, her forehead smooth and her face delicate and small. Further down, she was still wearing the same school uniform from noon.

Yan Huai’s gaze deepened slightly. “What time are you going back?”

He withdrew his hand.

He Wei remembered there were cameras outside the restroom—more than one. She exhaled softly. “I don’t know.”

“When it ends, tell me. I’ll take you back.”

He Wei finally looked up at him. “You’ve been drinking. How are you going to take me?”

Just after asking, she remembered this man had a driver.

She had never experienced the life of rich people, so she momentarily forgot.

Yan Huai’s expression calmed slightly. He slowly washed his hands and then took a tissue to dry them.

He was slightly lowered-headed. The two of them didn’t look intimate at all—more like two strangers with no connection whatsoever.

He asked, “You still haven’t answered my earlier question.”

What question?

What time she was going home?

He Wei turned to him. “I really don’t know…”

That wasn’t something she could decide.

The group that came were all young people. He Wei thought for two seconds and was just about to say “after midnight” when her wrist was suddenly grabbed, and she was pulled straight into the men’s restroom on the left.

The restroom had stalls. Yan Huai pulled her inside, then closed the door.

Only then did He Wei react.

Yan Huai had brought her into the men’s restroom.

And a man and a woman coming to a place like this—how could there be anything good about it?

He Wei was shocked and scared. Her face turned pale, her mouth opened as if to speak, but he raised his hand and covered it.

Yan Huai’s voice was very low. “Listen.”

“……”

After less than half a second of silence, she heard sounds coming from the stall next door.

Intense, ambiguous, extremely indecent.

It sounded like the same recording Yan Huai had just sent her.

He Wei’s face instantly went from white to red. Her mouth was still covered by Yan Huai’s hand, and she could smell his faint, clean scent. She lifted her hand and pulled his away, whispering indignantly, “Are you a pervert?”

If he wasn’t a pervert, why would he be in the bathroom listening to others doing something like this—and even record it and send it to her?

He Wei’s ears burned hotter and hotter. Just as she was about to push him away, the sounds next door suddenly stopped.

Her breathing froze, and she didn’t dare make a sound anymore.

Yan Huai’s fingertips lightly rubbed her wrist. He was slightly lowered-headed, his gaze moving from her faintly reddened wrist down to her knees beneath her short skirt.

The sound of a door opening came from the next stall.

The two people outside seemed to realize someone was listening and spoke in lowered voices.

The woman’s voice was soft, alluring; the man’s voice was cool and low.

He Wei’s attention was completely focused outside. Her ears were practically perked up, and after listening for a few sentences, she felt the male voice sounded somewhat familiar.

But she couldn’t recall it immediately.

A few minutes later, the two people left, and the surroundings became quiet again. Apart from the man’s close breathing, there was no other sound.

Only then did He Wei pull her hand back from Yan Huai’s. She reached for the door handle, but before opening it, she hesitated and withdrew again. Frowning, she asked, “How am I supposed to get out?”

Her tone wasn’t very good—she even wanted to kick Yan Huai out.

Yan Huai’s lips curved slightly. He touched her hair tied at the back of her head, then opened the door. “I’ll go out first.”

After speaking, he stepped out.

He Wei was left alone in the men’s restroom. When the stall door opened, she saw herself in the mirror directly opposite.

Her clothes were slightly disheveled, and her entire face was flushed red.

She quickly adjusted her skirt and re-styled her hair. After not hearing any movement outside, she tiptoed out of the restroom.

At the public sink, Yan Huai was the only one there, adjusting the water temperature for her.

He Wei walked over and washed her hands. She looked up into the mirror, saw no one behind them, and then quietly asked, “Those two people just now… do you know them?”

He tilted his head and glanced at her. The corner of his lips tugged slightly as he let out a faint scoff. “We’ve worked together for so long, and you still can’t recognize his voice?”

“……”

With that reminder from him, He Wei suddenly remembered.

No wonder that voice had sounded familiar.

If her memory wasn’t mistaken, the male lead from that heated scene in the bathroom just now should be… Su Mu?

He Wei instantly felt Su Mu’s character image collapse in her mind.

A wave of disgust washed over her, and she subconsciously shrank her shoulders.

After washing her hands, He Wei couldn’t help but ask again, “Why were you listening to that kind of thing here…”

He glanced at her.

Did she think he wanted to listen?

He had just had a bit too much to drink, so he came to the restroom.

And then those two people’s voices just drifted out from inside, rising and falling, sticky and indecent.

What normal man would want to hear that kind of sound.

Just now in the restroom, when he looked at the hem of He Wei’s skirt, for a split second, he even had the urge to tear it off her.

But although he had been drinking today, he was still sober.

He Wei’s identity was special. Moreover, even though the club’s hygiene was decent, it still wasn’t completely clean.

His eyelids lowered slightly, suppressing the burning heat surging in his eyes. His expression turned cold and indifferent as he looked sideways at He Wei. “Message me when you’re done.”

He Wei nodded and didn’t refuse.

She watched as Yan Huai tugged at his tie, then left the restroom.

To avoid suspicion, she deliberately waited a few minutes before returning to her own private room.

Inside, the others were already singing enthusiastically. When she pushed the door open, the director called out, “Xiao He, what were you doing just now?”

“I went to the restroom,” He Wei said calmly with a smile. “I couldn’t find my way, so I took a wrong turn.”

No one thought much of it and called her over to play games.

He Wei’s enthusiasm for singing had completely faded after that long detour in the restroom.

In her mind, she kept replaying Yan Huai’s cold expression and tone after they came out.

He Wei rubbed her face… Could it be that he was angry because she had just called him a pervert?