Chapter 22 Do Not Like Him

• After taking a cold shower, Shang Tingli headed downstairs to the liquor cabinet, where he took a bottle of wine and opened it. A mobile phone in a women’s purse that had gotten thrown onto the couch was chiming frantically. Taking it out for a look, all he saw on its screen were the words, ‘Bu Ziang’. He hung up, tossing the phone aside. He then picked up the documents on the coffee table , while he flipped through them. The mobile phone began to ring again. This time, he decisively turned off the phone, without so much as taking a glance. After silence was restored, he continued focusing on the documents, poring over them while taking a sip occasionally.
• The next day.
• The sun's beams penetrated through the French windows, landing on the grey blanket. When Cen Yao gradually woke, she felt as though her throat was on fire, as it had felt so painful and parched that it began to smolder. She lethargically sat up, wanting to pick up her watch from the bedside table to check the time. She turned around astonished. Everything around her was foreign. The bedroom that she slept in was in an entirely grey and white color scheme. The large bed was covered with a grey blanket, white bedsheets, being topped with grey and white striped pillows. Beyond the French windows were a dark blue and boundless ocean. Under the sunlight, the sea’s surface seemed awashed, with fine bits of sparkles reflecting so brightly that it was glaring. With one look, Cen Yao fathomed that she was currently at the mid-levels north of Beicheng. A place enveloped by mountain and ocean, where every inch went at exorbitant rates. Five years ago, the villas here already started at over 150, 000, 000. After five years, God knew how much it had risen. But why was she here? As Cen Yao recollected about the events from last night, the words, ‘Shang Tingli’, popped up in her head instantly.