Intimate Trial Chapter 18

Chapter 18

The days are like clockwork, moving forward step by step.

Silin’s life quickly returned to a tight and regular “peace”.The chaos and embarrassment that night in the Genting Club, the contradictory details in Ye Chang’s apartment in the morning – the gentle phone call, the slippers placed at the feet, the tone of the discussion, the perfect lunch – were all like a layer of frosted glass, becoming blurry and unreal, as if they were just an absurd dream caused by high fever.

In the company, Ye Chang is still the impeccable and demanding boss.The South American market report received a succinct “usable” rating, followed by more onerous, more core tasks.Silin was allowed to participate in higher-level meetings and be exposed to more sensitive data. Ye Chang would ask questions at certain critical moments and wait for her answer calmly. His eyes showed pure evaluation and consideration, without any trace of the abnormal temperature in the early morning.

The standard distance between them was restored.Communication is efficient, direct and limited to work scope.Occasionally we meet in the corridor or elevator, we nod and there is no more unnecessary communication.Ye Chang no longer mentioned what happened that night, as if it was really just a “work accident” that needed to be learned.

Silin devoted herself to endless work.She re-wrapped herself with professional barriers, playing the role of a perfect assistant with outstanding abilities, hard work and absolute obedience to her boss.Only when I return to my overly quiet apartment late at night, will exhaustion surge up like a tide, and certain images – the cold floor, off-white slippers, faces with unclear expressions in the backlight – will flash uncontrollably, bringing a sharp but unfocused trance.

She deliberately ignored the ripples in her heart that were stirred up and then pressed down forcefully, attributing it to the residual effects of drugs or the delusions that people tend to have when they are fragile.The goal of revenge hangs clearly ahead, like a beacon in the dark night, allowing no distractions.

Until a week later, an ordinary overtime night.

Shen Shenlin finished processing the last email and rubbed her sore eyes. There was no one outside the office.She packed her things and took the elevator downstairs.Walking out of the revolving door of the building, the early autumn night breeze was already obviously chilly, and she subconsciously wrapped her windbreaker tightly.

Then she saw the familiar car.

The black car parked quietly in the inconspicuous shadows on the roadside, with the windows half lowered.Ye Chang was sitting in the driver’s seat, his profile slightly blurry under the light of the street lights.She seemed to be waiting for someone, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel unconsciously.

Shen Shenlin paused, her heart tightening for no reason.She hesitated whether to pretend not to see it and leave quickly.

At this moment, Ye Chang turned his head and caught her accurately.

With the distance and dim light, Shen Shenlin couldn’t see the emotions in her eyes clearly.Ye Chang nodded slightly to her, then opened the car door and walked out.

She didn’t wear the aggressive suit she wore during the day, just a simple black sweater and trousers, with a thin windbreaker on top, and her long hair was hanging loosely.It’s less fierce during the day, but more of a quiet and unpredictable atmosphere unique to the night.

“Just got off work?” Ye Chang walked up to her, his voice clear and flat in the silent night.

“Yes, Mr. Ye.” Shen Shenlin tightened her grip on the computer bag strap in her hand, “Did you just leave too?”

“Well, let’s take care of something.” Ye Chang’s eyes stayed on her face for a moment, and he seemed to ask casually, “Have you eaten?”

“…Not yet.” Shen Shenlin answered truthfully. She really couldn’t care less about working overtime at this point.

Ye Chang didn’t seem surprised.She looked up at the dark blue night sky, then looked at Shen Shenlin, her tone still indifferent and indifferent: “There is a Cantonese restaurant nearby, and this spot is still open. Let’s eat together?”

Not a command, not even an explicit invitation.It’s more like…a logical suggestion based on “the boss’s basic concern for his subordinates who work overtime.”

Shen Silin was stunned.

Cantonese food?She just happened to post a message on Moments today saying she wanted to eat Cantonese food. Is it a coincidence?

The blood seemed to surge to the top of his head instantly, and then quickly cooled in the night wind.Reason was screaming rejection, reminding her to keep her distance, reminding her that this might all be another layer of disguise, another test.

But the burning feeling of emptiness in his stomach, the loneliness and desolation of the night, and the almost relaxed aura of calm exuding from the person in front of him, which was completely different from that of the day, formed a strange temptation.

She looked at Ye Chang’s eyebrows that looked particularly clear in the night. There were no calculations or evaluations, just a deep pool of silence, as if they really just… met by chance and had a midnight snack.

The words of rejection rolled on the tip of my tongue, and I finally swallowed them.

“…Okay.” She heard her dry voice reply.

Ye Chang nodded almost imperceptibly, turned around and walked towards the passenger seat, opening the door for her.”Get in the car, it’s cool at night.”

The movements were natural, just like bending down to put down the slippers that day.

Silin Sitting in the car, the warm breath mixed with the familiar, very light cedar tail tone enveloped her.Ye Chang closed the car door, walked back to the driver’s seat, and started the engine.

The car slid smoothly into the night.

The cabin is very quiet, except for the low beep of the navigation system.Shen Shenlin tensed her body and looked forward. She could feel Ye Chang’s presence beside her, strong and clear.

“The work intensity has been intense recently, so pay attention to your adjustment.” Ye Chang suddenly said, his voice seemed a little gentler in the closed space, “The body is the foundation.”

This is just the right amount of “care” again.Shen Shenlin’s fingertips trembled slightly and she responded in a low voice: “Thank you, Mr. Ye, I will pay attention.”

“Yeah.” Ye Chang stopped talking and focused on driving.

The neon lights outside the car window were brilliant and quickly swept back.Shen Shenlin watched the lights and shadows flicker on Ye Chang’s side face, and the ice shell in her heart that she thought was solid quietly cracked deeper on this unexpected and ordinary night.

Under the calm, the undercurrent never stops.

This “intimate trial” that seems to be returning to daily life has just changed to a more ordinary, but also more difficult to defend court.