Can You Love Me? Chapter 14

Translator: s.h.i.+nMin

Translation Editor: vrethalya

Xin Ai quickly put her cellphone in the bag and looking around. After making sure no one looked at them, she rudely threw the words at Lu Jingcheng, “It's none of your business!”

Lu Jingcheng pulled the chair from Xin Ai's left, pulled back and sat there while his body leaned against the back of Xin Ai's chair, “Even though we only know each other, we both keep each other's secrets. Why you speak so rudely?”

Xin Ai smiled sweetly, turned her head and gave an innocent smile, “What secret, Lu Yingdi, looks like I don't understand what you're saying?”

Lu Jingcheng couldn't help but laugh, “How interesting! You …”

Suddenly her cellphone vibrated, Xin Ai immediately took it out. Jian Si replied to her message with four numbers: '4018'.

Xin Ai immediately got up, “My Gold Master has been looking for me. Lu Yingdi, please enjoy this banquet slowly.”

She carried her bag, turned around and walked away. Leaving Lu Jingcheng who is sitting there alone.

The manager, Zheng Lei who happened to see the scene, immediately ran to him, “Jingcheng, do you like the girl?”

Lu Jingcheng nodded, “Yes.”

“Seriously, you … are you having a fever today? Are you feeling unwell?” Zhang Lei suspected that the person before him was not Lu Jingcheng.

Lu Jingcheng had never had any scandal with a female artist. His personal life was very clean. Many people thought that he was gay, and even Zhang Lei had doubted Lu Jingcheng's s.e.xual orientation.

“Please, help me find out who she is.”

“It could be, but are you serious?”

“I've never joked.”

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4018 was supposed to be the room number at the Wandou Hotel. Xin Ai was a little worried. She didn't have a room card so she couldn't ride in the elevator. It was also impossible for her to go up to the 40th floor by climbing the stairs with her feet.

Seeing some people who were around Jian Zechuan came out of the banquet room and seemed to be walking towards the elevator, Xin Ai began to feel panicked.

In the next second, she didn't consider it too much anymore. Seeing them entering the elevator, and the elevator door was almost closed, Xin Ai runs hurriedly. Between the two elevator doors, she touched her feet there so that the elevator door opened again automatically. Xin Ai went into it, “Sorry, sorry ….”

Jian Si looked at Xin Ai, couldn't help but looked up.

Jian Zechuan stood in the middle. Jian Si stood to his left, and there were two middle-aged men in front of him.

The two of them saw that Xin Ai had come in so hurriedly and a little surprised. This is a special elevator for Mr. Jian, it should not be used by outsiders.

The two middle-aged men were executives at the Wandou Hotel, who could get to that position surely his workability couldn't be underestimated. Seeing Jian Zechuan neither speak nor drive her out, they didn't comment.

The elevator door closes and goes straight to the 40th floor.

Xin Ai slowly moved to the side of Jian Zechuan. Glanced and saw that his face remained cold and his gaze was straight forward. Xin Ai pulled back her eyesight.

The room inside the elevator felt cramped with the cold presence of Jian Zechuan as if it made the temperature inside drop dramatically.

Jian Zechuan said after getting out of bed, out of the door, she had to pretend that she didn't know him.

Xin Ai felt that maybe she should just pretend like it's just the first time she's meeting him. But, how to say it.

Suddenly, her right knee ached. Xin Ai groaned low due to pain. Her body couldn't stand steady so she fell to the right, falling in the arms of Jian Zechuan.

His hands held Xin Ai's waist. The waist was so slim that even with one hand it could be mastered. With a little excess strength,  it can be broken, soft …. like having no strength.

Jian Si's gaze didn't change, seeing the changing numbers on the elevator, there was only one thought in his mind; ‘Was Sanye on purpose? Or is it accidental?'

Xin Ai smelled the tobacco on his body, her cheeks reddened with embarra.s.sment, “Thank you … sir.”