She didn't want to deal with him, offering no reply. Leaning against him for a moment, she then released him and walked toward the car.
The man smiled and strode after her, putting his arm around her waist.
On the way here, Su Yue had connected her phone to his car's Bluetooth to listen to music. Upon getting in, the connection was still active by default.
Chen Ziming started the car. Less than a minute later, the phone rang.
The name displayed was [Grandma].
The wine hadn't seemed to affect her while drinking, but now she felt the intoxication. Unconcerned, she held her forehead, leaned back against the seat, and wanted to rest.
Seeing the incoming call, a flicker of surprise crossed Chen Ziming's face.
But he didn't voice it, instead tapping to answer.
On the other end, Wang Mengning's gentle voice chimed in:
"Yueyue, the weekend is almost here. Do you have time to come to Grandma's house the day after tomorrow? I heard from your aunt that you're participating in a debate competition soon, and we could discuss it together."
The girl, who had been resting with her eyes closed, started in surprise. She instinctively sat up straighter, not thinking too much, and replied directly:
"Okay, Grandma, I'll come over the day after tomorrow. What time works for you?"
"I'm retired now, so I have plenty of time," the voice on the other end replied with a smile, adding, "Your Grandpa is home too, so you can see him as well."
Su Yue blinked, wanting to muster the mental energy to think, but found her brain already unable to function.
Remaining silent would seem impolite. In her haste, she replied:
"Okay, Grandma, then... in the afternoon?"
"Good. I'll send you a phone number. Just call him Uncle Zhang, and call him when you're close to arriving. He'll come to the entrance to pick you up."
She paused, then lowered her voice, saying:
"Keep it a secret from Chen Ziming!"
!!!
She felt as if half her drunkenness had vanished instantly!
Indeed, as she turned her head in astonishment to look at the man in the driver's seat, she saw a handsome face wearing a smile of utter understanding.
"Yueyue?" Hearing no response, the voice on the other end called her again.
"Oh, okay Grandma." She slowly spoke, watching the smile on the man's lips deepen.
After hanging up the phone.
Su Yue sat up, feeling guilty, and looked out the window, trying to hide her inner turmoil.
"Your grandmother's voice sounds a lot like my grandmother's."
Just as she expected, he finally spoke.
She remained silent, unsure what to say.
"Perhaps she's also named Wang Mengning?"
"..."
Su Yue could detect the expectant tone in his voice, as if waiting to expose her. Deciding not to feign ignorance any longer, she turned her head and replied with feigned composure:
"This is your grandmother."
They happened to reach a red light, and he stopped the car. Seeing her expression of resigned acceptance, he chuckled.
"You kept your secret well. You're so familiar with each other, yet you never let me know."
Su Yue: ...
Perhaps it was the alcohol giving her courage, but even though she was in the wrong, she couldn't back down.
So, without thinking, she retorted:
"Can't compare to Officer Chen. You already bought the sex toys, yet you act so cold towards me."
A hint of surprise appeared on the man's face. He paused, then with a knowing smile, said leisurely:
"It seems alcohol truly does embolden the timid. I'll have to let my darling drink more in the future. Then our conversations will be more interesting."
"..."
She decided not to engage with him further and leaned back against the seat, closing her eyes slightly. Her mind was a bit chaotic, and she wanted to take this opportunity to sort out her thoughts.
However, he didn't give her that chance.
The car drove off, and his smiling voice rang out again:
"I'll go with you on Saturday."
Her thoughts were instantly disrupted, and she instinctively replied: "No."
"I'm going to see my grandmother, why can't I?"
"...She asked you to keep it a secret from me."
"Then you go first. I'll go ten minutes later."
Her mind was already blank, and she couldn't come up with a good reason to stop him. She tried to change tactics, using a softer tone:
"...Can't you not go? It will make her think I'm very disobedient."
Silence hung in the air for a few seconds. She waited tensely for him to speak.
"Fine." Finally, she heard his perfunctory reply.
It sounded utterly unreliable.
"Did you really agree?" she asked, unconvinced.
"If I say I agree, will you believe me?" He smiled again, relaxed and confident, as if victory was assured.
"..."
Just as she suspected! She couldn't outwit him in schemes, nor could she win an argument with him.